Traveling through troubled times, he fled with his stepson

It was drizzling outside, the cold winter had passed. Once the most unbearable winter was over, vegetation began to carefully emerge from the soil and branches in the drizzle. At first glance, one could actually see a faint light green among the brown.

Zhang Ye was sitting in the pavilion, with the gauze curtains dancing around him. The drizzle was blown diagonally into the pavilion by the spring breeze, falling on the chessboard, on the stone table, on his slender, bony hands, and on Zhang Ye's red dress, leaving dark red spots.

Zhang Ye was about to make a move with the white chess piece in his hand when a veiled woman walked in from outside. She crouched down and waited for Zhang Ye to finish his work. Finally, she placed the white piece on the chessboard with clear horizontal and vertical lines. "What's the matter?" She took out the black piece from the jade plate.

"Someone in the palace has sent a message that His Majesty is feeling unwell." The woman who had lowered her head raised her head. She had a pair of extremely charming eyes. The half of her face that was exposed by the flower ornament between her eyebrows was fair and beautiful. It was a standard face of a beauty.

The black piece in his hand stopped moving and stopped above the chessboard. "Shenghan went to find the imperial physician. What's the point of telling me? Do I have to teach you how to find the imperial physician?"

"Your Majesty...he refused to take the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician."

Zhang Ye pursed his lips and clenched his teeth tightly. The atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Outside, a drizzle fell into the pond outside the pavilion, creating circles of small ripples.

It took a long time before he put down the black chess piece in his hand. The half of the chessboard where the white pieces had lost and the black pieces had won was in danger after the last black piece was put down. The situation of the white pieces suddenly improved, and it felt like he had been put in a desperate situation and then survived.

"Prepare the carriage!" Zhang Ye said to the woman. The woman stood up and bowed slightly before leaving. "Wait."

Zhang Ye shouted.

"Su Ji, you go too." After hearing this, the woman named Su Ji turned around, bowed and left.

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly at the black piece that ruined his great empire because of a single piece. Chu Yuan, oh Chu Yuan, you are really...

The palace gate slowly closed as the carriage entered, and the carriage drove towards the center of the palace, the center of power of the Ulan Kingdom.

Inside the palace bedroom.

"Your Majesty, please drink a sip of medicine." The palace maid who spoke was holding the medicine bowl, her expression a little anxious, her hand holding the medicine was shaking a little, and she could hardly hold the bowl.

Chu Yuan on the bed closed his eyes, his cheeks flushed, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. The maid over there was still saying, "Your Majesty, if you make any mistakes, I will be punished."

Perhaps it was the maid's words that made the guards and maids in the room kneel on the ground. Even the imperial physician knelt down tremblingly: "Your Majesty, please use the medicine!"

Chu Yuan opened his eyes quickly, propped himself up and reached for the bowl in the maid's hand. With a bang, the bowl smashed to the ground and broke into pieces. One of the fragments fell at the entrance of the hall, stopping Zhang Ye who was about to enter.

"Get out! You have no business caring about what happens to me!" Chu Yuan roared hoarsely, as if he was talking about those palace maids, or as if he was referring to someone in particular.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong? Who has displeased Your Majesty? Tell me." Zhang Ye stepped in. The people who were already kneeling bowed down and saluted when they heard the voice. "Your Highness, Lord Regent." The voice of Lord Regent was a little loud, and it lingered in the huge bedroom, reaching Chu Yuan's ears.

Zhang Ye walked in, wearing a dark red dress that was eye-catching, which made Zhang Ye's delicate face look a little coquettish. The smile on his lips was just right, making people feel comfortable. He walked to Chu Yuan's bed step by step, "Your Majesty is afraid of suffering, don't you know how to prepare some more desserts?"

Such a plain question made the faces of the palace maids and guards below sweat profusely.

"Why aren't you getting ready yet?" After hearing Zhang Ye's words, the palace maid, who had been hanging her head, stood up tremblingly to get ready.

"Su Ji, go and boil the medicine. Remember to put some shredded sugar in it, the kind you often make for me." Zhang Ye said to Su Ji, who had been silent behind him. Su Ji bowed to Chu Yuan and left silently.

There were only a few imperial doctors and guards left in the bedroom. Zhang Ye did not look at the emperor on the dragon bed, but turned to ask the imperial doctor, "Doctor Li, how is His Majesty's health?"

"Your Majesty just caught a cold. He needs to take some medicine to expel the cold air from his body. But Your Majesty..." Doctor Li trailed off. Zhang Ye naturally understood the second half of the doctor's unfinished sentence.

"It's okay, he will eat it. Just prescribe the medicine and take good care of His Majesty." Zhang Ye said as he took a step towards the bed and sat on the edge of the dragon bed. Doctor Li lowered his head and pretended not to see Zhang Ye's rebellious behavior.

"I will take my leave first!" Doctor Li said tactfully.

"Well, everyone else go out too!" Zhang Ye said with a smile. When the guards heard that they could go out, they all bowed their heads and saluted, not daring to look at the dragon bed for too long. However, there was a new guard inside who took a curious look, then found that the Regent lowered his eyes and took off his coat. He did not dare to look at it any more and quickly lowered his head and went out.

"Get out!" Chu Yuan shouted hoarsely.

Zhang Ye slowly threw the dark red robe in his hand over the edge of the bed. Su Ji, who had just prepared the medicine, came in and handed it over as if nothing had happened, as if she didn't see what her own regent was doing.

"The medicine has been prepared." Su Ji spoke, her voice clear and pleasant as jade beads falling on a plate.

"Put it there. Go get the dessert as well." Zhang Ye still lowered his head to untie the second piece of clothing. His voice was flat and calm. Su Ji turned around and took the dessert from the palace maid outside. She came in and put the dessert and the medicine bowl together.

He left silently, closing the door behind him. Finally, only Chu Yuan and Zhang Ye were left in the room.

Chu Yuan hadn't spoken a word since he said "get out". He just leaned on the bed, his head feeling dizzy. He didn't dare to make any sound. He bit his lower lip tightly, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Qingcheng's face. It was this face. Before she lost her memory, it was full of him. After she regained her memory, it was still full of him.

He became emperor at the age of fifteen, but was held hostage by treacherous officials to control the princes. He was a puppet for seven years, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy responsibilities. Only at the age of twenty-two did he kill the treacherous officials and take control of the government. This is a brief introduction to Chu Yuan.

However, there are quite a lot of introductions about treacherous officials.

He was as close as a brother to the late emperor. When the late emperor passed away, he passed the throne to his young eldest son. He rose from a mere tutor to the powerful regent of Ulan. He used the emperor to control the princes and became a treacherous minister who was hated by everyone in Ulan, from officials to common people.

After becoming the regent, the more power he gained, the more desires he had. He lost himself in the officialdom. In order to consolidate the position of the young emperor, he killed princes and princesses, concubines, and loyal ministers. He even made half of the court kneel in front of the Golden Throne for a day and a night. Later, he built a golden tower, hid his concubines, and visited all the brothels.