widowed with sickness

The north wind was strong overnight.

The official documents on the desk piled up like a mountain, and the staff went through them one by one, picking out the important ones and telling the general.The general was fascinated by the heavy snow falling outside the window.

Although it is a reward, these things are really tricky to deal with, after all, the emperor has some malicious intentions.

The general was not afraid of difficulties, but he was busy for days and couldn't see the emperor, and the longing in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

That's right, the general misses the emperor.

It didn't feel that bad when it was thousands of miles away, but now the general's mansion is only a wall away from the imperial palace, but seeing each other every day is like three autumns.

"My lord? My lord!"

Returning to his senses under the soft call of the staff, the general finally made up his mind, pushed aside the official document and got up.

"Let's deal with it first, sir."

Before the staff could react, the general grabbed the cloak and walked out the door.

"Prepare the horse and enter the palace."

Kui Ye's entry into the palace was originally a violation of the rules, the emperor only said that the general had something important to do, so he happily announced the person to come in.

It was windy and snowy outside, although there were some charcoal fires in Zichen Hall, it was still very cold.

When the general came in, the emperor was curled up on the couch under a quilt, reading the memorial.

Seeing this expected scene, the general still felt distressed: "Why don't you put more charcoal basins?"

"What is Fei doing?" the emperor smiled, and waved his hand to let the general sit down. "What is your purpose here?"

The general didn't answer the question, and said relentlessly: "Tomorrow, I will teach people to send charcoal. Your Majesty can just use it."

The emperor frowned imperceptibly, and then quickly relaxed: "I see. Is this why Qing came?"

The general hesitated for a moment, bowed and saluted: "Tianhan, I ask your Majesty to go to bed early."

The emperor looked deeply at the general, and after a while, said calmly: "General, go wash up first, I will come later."

Hearing what the emperor said, the general was startled, and then remembered that this was not the time to be surprised: "Your Majesty, please go to bed early."

"I know... Presumptuous!"

Seeing that the emperor didn't intend to drop the memorial immediately, the general stepped forward and hugged the emperor in a few steps.

The emperor was frightened and angry, struggling unceasingly.The general waited to forcefully put the emperor on the bed, but he was afraid of hurting the emperor, so he had to put the emperor down.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the emperor was free, he raised his hand and slapped him.

A thin redness gradually appeared on the general's face.

There was a moment of silence in the palace, only charcoal crackling in the fire, echoing the wind and snow outside the window.

After looking at each other for a long time, the general turned his head and left.

The emperor watched the general's back disappear at the entrance of the hall, and just now he let out a long sigh of relief and let go of his fists—his palms were covered in cold sweat.

For a moment, he clearly felt the general's killing intent.