After three years of slavery, the entire mansion begged me for forgiveness

At this time, in the imperial study, Chu Zhiyi was sitting at the table, playing chess with the emperor.

There was a thunder, Chu Zhiyi raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor, but said nothing.

But he saw the emperor holding the black piece in his hand, his eyes falling on the chessboard, and he said calmly, "Concentrate."

Chu Zhiyi still didn't speak. Seeing the black piece falling, he picked up a white piece and after looking at the overall situation, he dropped it.

"Hiss..." The emperor frowned, "What a move to get you into the urn."

Chu Zhiyi still remained silent.

The emperor studied it carefully for a while, then picked up a sunspot and asked, "Why do you want to come back all of a sudden?"

"I saw the wanted order for the bandits." Chu Zhiyi answered truthfully, "The Tiger Guard has made great contributions, and we don't want to let a few extremely vicious people ruin our reputation."

"Yes." The emperor responded lightly, with no hint of happiness or anger.

When the black piece fell from his hand, Chu Zhiyi frowned. He thought about the next move and found that the outcome was the same, so he threw the white piece back into the chess cup and said, "Brother Huang wins."

Clinker, before he finished speaking, the emperor actually raised his hand and pushed.

There was a crash.

The chessboard and its pieces fell all over the floor.

Several eunuchs waiting not far away immediately knelt down and knocked their heads on the ground, trembling.

But Chu Zhiyi still sat firmly, raised his eyes to glance at the emperor, and then lowered his eyes again.

The emperor was so angry that he stood up, pointed at Chu Zhiyi's head and cursed, "Eight years! Eight whole years! I thought you died outside! Then you might as well be really dead. Suddenly you appeared When you came out, I thought you were coming back and taking me to the underworld!"

This time, Chu Zhiyi did not remain silent, "Brother Huang is diligent in government and loves the people. He is the true Dragon Emperor. There is no way he will go to the underworld."

"Stop flattering!" the emperor shouted angrily.

Chu Zhiyi frowned, secretly thinking that his mouth was really not suitable for saying those compliments.

I just listened to the emperor continue to ask, "You said, if it weren't for those bandits having tiger head tattoos on their bodies, would I never see you again in this life? Huh?"

Chu Zhiyi thought of Qiao Nian, so he said truthfully, "Not necessarily."

"You!" The emperor was so angry that he walked back and forth in front of the table several times before turning around and staring at Chu Zhiyi fiercely.

I wanted to continue scolding him, but I didn't know what to say.

The man in front of him was so different from the boy in his memory.

The coarse linen clothes were also incompatible with the imperial study room.

He didn't know what kind of life Chu Zhiyi had been living these years.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Why did you leave eight years ago?"

Chu Zhiyi's eyebrows darkened slightly, and then he raised his eyes to look at the emperor, "All five royal brothers died in my hands."

With just this sentence, there is no unnecessary explanation.

The emperor looked at him, and finally couldn't help but feel distressed, "It's them who deserve to die! It's because they intend to rebel. As a general protecting the country, you are just fulfilling your duties!"

Although he said this, the emperor could still understand Chu Zhiyi's pain.

In the previous battle for the crown prince, several brothers who were similar in age to him also died one after another. Although he did not do it himself, they died because of him.

He had suffered from this too.

What's more, Chu Zhiyi personally took the lives of those brothers?

Listening to the emperor's persuasion, Chu Zhiyi's eyes were filled with scrutiny.

He looked at the emperor and said word by word, "Brother Eight Emperors said he would wait for me in the underworld."

"Fuck him!" The emperor suddenly shouted angrily, "He has evil intentions, disregards the safety of the people, and raises an army to rebel. He deserves to die! Why should I take you with me?!"

At this point, the emperor seemed to suddenly realize something, and looked at Chu Zhiyi in disbelief, "Do you think I want to kill you?"

Chu Zhiyi said nothing and withdrew his gaze, only slightly clenching his fists.

He knew his words were a bit risky.

But, he also wanted to know the answer.

He wanted to know if he had really been almost abandoned by his only brother.

Outside the imperial study, the patter of rain kept beating on Chu Zhiyi's heart.

The emperor walked slowly to his side, raised his hand, and patted his shoulder gently.

"I can understand your thoughts. But Yi'er, apart from you, I have no other brothers!"

The sound of 'Yi'er' reminded Chu Zhiyi of what happened a long, long time ago.

At that time, he was bullied by the other princes because his mother and concubine were not favored. It was the emperor who was still the prince at the time who stood up.

From then on, in this deep palace, besides his mother and concubine, there was one more person calling his name.

In the past, in the palace, his relationship with the emperor was the best among the brothers, but then he went to the border for a few years, and everything seemed to fade away again.

But now, Chu Zhiyi didn't know whether the emperor deliberately stirred up his memories of the past.

But one thing is for sure, at least now, the emperor has no ill intentions towards him.

"Okay, it's getting late, go back!" The emperor said, then returned to his seat and sat down, picked up the tea cup beside him, took a sip, and said, "Go back to your Pingyang. The palace. I’ve always asked people to take care of it on time. You can just go and stay there!”

Hearing this, Chu Zhiyi couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The emperor kept saying that he was dead, but over the years, people still took care of his mansion and waited for his return.

There are always too many emotions surging in my heart.

Chu Zhiyi stood up, bowed to the emperor, and then withdrew.

Before leaving the imperial study, he couldn't help but look back.

The candlelight reflected on the bright yellow figure, and the slightly hunched figure inexplicably showed a bit of loneliness.

His royal brother, old.

Walking out of the imperial study, the rain outside was still pouring.

A eunuch brought an oil-paper umbrella, "My lord, I will see you off."

Chu Zhiyi took it and followed the eunuch into the rain.

...

Qiao Nian tossed and turned in bed for a long time, and the sound of rain outside was getting louder and louder, disturbing her restlessness.

She finally couldn't help getting up, walked to the window, and pushed the wooden window open.

Ningshuang heard the movement and got up.

The candlelight was rekindled, she looked at the heavy rain outside, and couldn't help but whispered, "Miss, do you want to go see the eldest young master?"

Qiao Nian didn't respond.

Ningshuang then said, "The young master's hand was already injured. If it is exposed to the rain all night, I wonder if it will be more serious. Wang Er said that those with severe burns will have to be amputated."

She knew that even if her young lady hated the Marquis' Mansion, she would not want to see anyone in the Marquis' Mansion get into trouble.

She didn't want her young lady to regret it.

Qiao Nian took a deep breath.

The raindrops fell on her face, but made her mind more confused.

In a trance, she thought of a rainy night a long time ago, with thunder and heavy rain.

She was afraid of thunder and shivered in bed, but little Lin Ye suddenly appeared with a face soaked by rain, and smiled, "Don't be afraid! Brother is here to accompany you!"

It seemed as if her heart was being eaten by insects and ants.

Qiao Nian took a deep breath and then said, "Let's go and see him."

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