Un joven enfermizo que viaja a la época de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 182

She knew about Wu Hui's actions, so she went to question Qian Qing. Even after I came into her life, she still questioned Qian Qing.

And me? Where do you place me? Since that's the case, the marriage—it must be carried out without regret. I've severed your heart, sealed away your feelings…

She was in a bad mood and deliberately scratched me, exposing my wounds. I cautiously avoided her, worried that she would peel away this shameful layer.

"You took several of Wu Hui's letters!" She stood up, showing no remorse, but questioned me instead.

"Two letters." I didn't get the two I wanted. I've received countless letters, but I won't tell you. "The rest are with Qianqing."

I got up and helped her.

"Don't touch me!" She showed no mercy to either of them.

Knowing full well my pride, he trampled on it, which completely enraged me: "Leave! Leave now!" You forced me to this, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!

I gave a plausible reason and proposed an enticing plan—the territory of Tianxuan, which would tempt even a monarch. This is not a pipe dream; with a little sacrifice from you, you will achieve great success.

I'll make their lives miserable, I'll make you have everything but me, I'll make you love me with all your heart, I'll make you beg me—to love you…

[Extra: Qianqing (1)]

I am the emperor of the Eastern Qing Dynasty. I knew from a very young age that I had a great responsibility. My father said that I would be the most benevolent next generation, and he bestowed upon me the title of Renguang.

He is gone, but his era unfolds in paintings, and from then on, the Eastern Qing Dynasty had one more Emperor Renguang.

Sikong Ji escorted me onto the dragon throne. He assisted my father, who chose me as his successor. As I sat there, looking at the kneeling crowd, I asked myself: Will I be a good emperor? Will I lead my people to live in peace and prosperity? Will I bring glory to my land?

I sat there, using the etiquette I had learned over three months to deal with the throngs of ministers.

My people kneel at my feet, and I feel no pride, no joy, only fear: fear that I cannot live up to their trust, fear that I am not capable of making them happy.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

This position commands the willing submission of countless people; it carries immense trust and receives the unconditional blessings of the masses.

I am an emperor, and I have a heavy responsibility from birth. We cannot be willful or do whatever we want. We must remain calm in the face of adversity, consider the overall situation, and be able to understand people's hearts.

At the age of seven, I held the reins of Dongqing's business and took control of its foundation.

I kneel in the ancestral hall and proclaim to my ancestors: I will lead Dongqing to prosperity and strength, and be the most diligent emperor. I will not allow future generations to criticize me, nor will I allow the empire to be harmed.

My father said that the future of Dongqing cannot be without the Sikong family. He told me to listen carefully to Sikong Ji's words and to keep the next head of the Sikong family.

I was confused.

But when Sikong Ji brought Sikong Qian before me, I understood: on the path to becoming an emperor, one needs a subject who is not a subject.

Sikong Qian was a man of few words. He sat quietly to one side, often making me forget his presence. He was absent-minded, sometimes remaining in one position for an entire day.

I don't bother him, because I don't like talking either, and I wish I could be like him, daydreaming all day. But I can't. There are many areas where I need to improve. Only by constantly learning can I realize my ideals and bring prosperity to Dongqing.

"Your Majesty, what is your dream?" Wu Hui stormed in, fuming, asking some nonsensical questions.

"Your Majesty." Wu Hui chased away the tutor, grabbed my arm, and wanted to hear my answer.

"A dream?" My dream was to be a carefree prince, but that's impossible now. "My dream is for everyone to be together forever." There's no grand ambition, no foresight. I just want to be with them like this forever. I don't want to end up like my father, with nothing left but power.

Unhappy and dissatisfied, he stomped his feet. At five years old, he was very domineering and would get angry if he was not satisfied. He rolled up his sleeves and loudly announced: "My dream is to become the God of War of Dongqing, to become the next King of Zhenyuan, and to guard the border like my father!"

"Great." I replied casually. He's still young, pampered by so many people. He hasn't yet been exposed to the complexities of life. Ouyang Fengrui kept him around to protect him, his imperial aunt also wanted to protect him, and Prince Shouping was overprotective. Prince Shouping is old, and all his hopes rest on Wu Hui. Wu Hui can be unrestrained, reckless, and even ignorant because he is Ouyang Wu Hui, the young prince of Prince Shouping's mansion.

At five years old, his domineering nature was renowned among the nobility. He was impulsive and arrogant. "Su Gu, you're really ugly!"

He disliked the refined Su Gu and did not appreciate Su Gu's excessively handsome appearance.

"You're ugly!" Su Gu was furious.

Sikong sat there in a daze, and I looked at them and wanted to laugh.

You can't be a hero!

"Who said I'll be a hero when I grow up!"

"Nonsense! Only those who achieve great deeds and establish a career are heroes!"

"I can achieve great things!"

"The army doesn't need pretty boys!"

"You're the gigolo!"

The Master looked at them sternly, wondering where they had learned such vulgar language.

"What are you looking at! Do you want to die?!"

The Master was speechless. He didn't know what to do when faced with a disciple who didn't respect his teacher.

"No regrets." I resolved the Master's difficult situation.

He sat down defiantly, glaring at Su Gu, who glared back at him.

"Your Majesty, appoint me as a Grand General!"

"OK."