AWB Chapter 364 Gao Xian Regains His Memory
Chapter 364 Gao Xian Regains His Memory
The next day.
Xie Jing went to school at the academy as usual.
However, instead of taking a carriage, they walked for a while.
He wanted to verify his guess.
Recently, when he went to school, he noticed that there seemed to be more pedestrians on the streets outside the mansion.
These people are not like ordinary passersby.
As he walked, his gaze would occasionally drift towards the direction of the Marquis's residence.
Xie Jing took two steps forward, then stopped and began to observe carefully.
They discovered that those people were still around.
They did not approach the gate of the mansion, but stood at a distance, always maintaining a certain distance.
Xie Jing frowned, a hint of doubt appearing between his brows.
Who are these people?
It doesn't seem like they're doing anything evil.
It seems like... they're protecting someone.
Xie Jing couldn't help but recall the time when the Emperor sent someone to deliver medicine to his mother when she was seriously ill.
Were these people also sent by the Emperor?
At this moment, in Qinglan Courtyard.
Qin Jiuwei sat at her desk and carefully unfolded Xie Yanli's letter.
She read it word by word, afraid of missing a single one.
As Qin Jiuwei read the letter he wrote, the tone of his voice automatically echoed in her ears.
A slight smile involuntarily curved the corners of her lips.
After reading the letter, I felt it was too short and I could never get enough of it.
She ran her fingers over the letter, gradually drifting into a daze.
With Xie Yanli away for the past two days, she realized that the house seemed unusually quiet.
I can never adapt.
Her heart felt hollowed out, light and adrift, with nowhere to rest.
Qin Jiuwei sighed softly and picked up her pen to write a reply carefully.
He wrote a letter for a long time before putting down his pen.
After she sealed the letter, she looked up and saw that it was raining outside the window.
Rain dripped from the eaves, making a soft, pattering sound.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
Gao Xian held a vermilion brush, his gaze falling on the documents in front of him.
Eunuch Li stood quietly to the side.
Aside from the rustling of writing, the only other sounds in the room were the occasional soft crackling of the candlelight.
And there was the sound of rain outside the window.
Upon seeing an official document from Lingnan, Gao Xian's gaze paused slightly.
They knew that Xie Yanli had already arrived in Lingnan.
They have already prepared to go into the mountains to investigate with Xie Jingchun.
Gao Xian carefully reviewed a few sentences, then continued to read the next memorial.
Late at night, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Gao Xian sat down at the table and continued drinking.
"Bring another jar."
Eunuch Li hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed and ordered someone to bring over a jar of new wine.
After finishing their daily duties, the emperor and his companion would drink.
If this continues... the Emperor's health, alas!
Gao Xian drank for a while and soon fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw that woman again.
He knew it was her just from the back of her back.
He strode toward her, his fingers about to touch her shoulder.
Suddenly the scene changed abruptly!
He sat upright on the dragon throne, and a woman knelt before him.
is her!
The woman crawled on her knees, appearing both quiet and frail.
As the candlelight flickered, he saw that she had her head down, and he still couldn't make out her face.
Then his voice rang out.
"Your mistake was that you shouldn't have competed with Qingkui. How can Qingkui become empress if you don't die?"
"I will give Qingkui whatever she wants, including your life."
Upon hearing this, the woman gave a cold laugh and suddenly raised her face.
Only then did he see what the woman looked like.
Upon seeing it clearly, Gao Xian was instantly shocked, and the blood in his body froze!
This was a face he knew all too well.
It's Qin Jiuwei!
The woman he had dreamed of countless times was actually Qin Jiuwei!
The scene in the dream changed again.
Qin Jiuwei refused to die, so the maids stepped forward and forced the poisoned wine into her mouth.
Forced into it, she coughed silently as the poisoned wine flowed down her throat.
Her struggles gradually weakened, and she suddenly collapsed.
Her long hair was scattered on the cold ground, there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes, and blood was oozing from the corner of her mouth.
His expression was calm yet resolute.
His shoulders twitched slightly, and then he fell completely silent.
Like a fallen flower.
She is dead.
She is dead.
"what--"
Gao Xian cried out in pain, but no sound came out.
A sharp pain shot through his chest, like he'd been punched hard, making it difficult to even breathe.
He realized it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up.
Then, the scene changed again.
This happened after Qin Jiuwei died.
After her death, various details that he had previously overlooked began to surface in his mind—
She stood quietly behind him and handed him the imperial brush.
She bent down to straighten his clothes.
She read a book while gently telling him to get more rest.
These scattered memories are like a net, entangling him layer by layer.
Qin Jiuwei's death was like a bolt of lightning, making him understand what true love is and what is indispensable.
He fell seriously ill as a result and never summoned anyone again.
He began to suffer from frequent insomnia, relied on alcohol to get through the day, and became increasingly haggard.
Rumors were rampant in the palace. Some said the emperor was heartbroken by the death of the late empress, while others said he had grown weary of politics.
Time flies, and it's the first winter after Qin Jiuwei's death.
He also died in his bedchamber.
"call--"
Gao Xian suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.
At the same time, countless memories flooded into his mind.
It gave him a splitting headache.
Gao Xian pressed his fingertips so hard they almost sank into his temples, the pain spreading from his scalp throughout his body.
Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder exploded outside the window.
The flashes of lightning shone through the window and onto the ground, casting Gao Xian's profile in shifting light and shadow.
He leaned against the dragon bed, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white.
The throbbing in my heart grew stronger with each rumble of thunder.
Thunder rumbled outside, and Gao Xian's eyes were bloodshot.
He remembered!
He remembered it all!