Your Majesty, You Can't

Ever since he wailed loudly in the imperial study, Zhao Yin knew that he was not so cold and ruthless as to be indifferent and insensitive to the news of He Lanzhi's death.

To let himself understand that Ah Zhi died, it was too unprepared for him, and it was too difficult to accept.It was precisely because of his instinctive reluctance to accept that he unconsciously uttered the words of complaint to Ah Zhi.

At the moment when his name was called but there was no response, Zhao Yin really understood that He Lanzhi, whom he liked, had left him forever.

The belated sadness obliterated him to the point of suffocation, and Zhao Yin cried alone in the imperial study until his voice was almost hoarse.In the end, the personal eunuch who was still secretly guarding outside couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help rushing in to dissuade the emperor from crying again.

"Your majesty, you are the king of a country. Even if Master Helan passes away, you cannot be so sad that you hurt your body." The little eunuch sadly and distressedly served the teacup for Zhao Yin, whose eyes were red from crying. You are carrying the whole country on your back, so you can’t cry yourself out. No matter how sad you are, you have to sleep, otherwise you will be very tired when you go to court tomorrow morning.”

"I am the king of a country... so don't you even have the right to grieve?" Zhao Yin stared at the tea set in the hands of the little eunuch, and asked hoarsely, "Shouldn't the king of a country even have the seven emotions and six desires?!"

Holding the teacup, the little eunuch didn't know how to answer, so he called out bitterly, "Your Majesty..."

"No...the emperor can manipulate other people's power of life and death, but I can't do anything." Zhao Yin raised his hands to cover his eyes, and salty liquid flowed from the corners of his sneering lips, "I'm just a Just ordinary people."

The little eunuch quickly argued: "But the emperor—"

"I know...I know what you want to say." Zhao Yin interrupted the other party's anxious defense, leaning on the back of the chair and said weakly, "Tomorrow morning I will go as usual, but... at least let me go tonight. I'm more decadent. As long as this night is fine..."

The little eunuch who grew up with the emperor frowned and struggled for a long while, finally, Xi, regiment, team, Du, family.Finally put down the teacup and ran out of the imperial study without saying a word.Just when Zhao Yin thought he had left, the little eunuch hurried back without a sound, and carefully covered the dragon body leaning on the yellow rosewood chair with a warm blanket.

"Your Majesty, although it's still summer, it's a little cold at night, so don't freeze."

The little eunuch looked worriedly at Zhao Yin's palm covering his brows and eyes, wondering if the emperor had fallen asleep.But no matter whether the Holy Majesty heard it or not, he never forgot to say in a low voice before leaving, "The slave's life and death will always be in your hands."

Zhao Yin didn't answer him, but let out a shallow and long breath.

In the early morning of the next morning, Zhao Yin changed into the heavy dragon robe that carried the country on his back as promised, hung his head and crowned the black and gold crown, and took steady steps towards the Golden Temple.

"I'm leaving."

The little eunuch who had accompanied Zhao Yin for many years watched the emperor's back gradually leaving, and felt that the scene in front of him was suddenly in a daze, as if seeing the young emperor who had just ascended the throne eight years ago.

Your Majesty... has always been strong.

Whether it was seeing off his only elder sister to get married in a distant land, or watching the first emperor die of illness, until now when he learned the news of Prime Minister He Lan's death, the emperor gritted his teeth and endured all these griefs alone.

Even if His Majesty is alone, as the Emperor's attendant, he will always be by His Majesty's side.

"Slave sends His Majesty respectfully." The little eunuch bowed.