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Chapter 706 A worthy death

Aunt Jing had no choice but to continue, "When I found paper and pen, Mr. Zhong was able to sit up. I advised him to just take a good rest and wait until the prince came back. Why bother writing at this time? But he...but he insisted, saying that he was afraid it was too late, and still insisted on writing. As a result...Mr. Zhong fell down after writing the last word, and he was dead."

"What words?" Zhou Chang came back to his senses and asked, but his eyes were still fixed on the white silk handkerchief.

Aunt Jing slowly took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her bosom and presented it to Zhou Chang.

Zhou Chang took it and opened it with trembling hands.

There was only one line of neatly written characters on the thin paper: "Life is doomed to die, and if you die in the right place, there is no need to regret it."

Because I couldn't write the last character "恨" enough, the last stroke was dragged out of the edge of the paper.

All the emotions that Zhou Chang had been holding back, along with his tears, suddenly burst out.

Prince Yi Fengming understood the meaning of these words, and so did she.

However, Mr. Zhong did it, but she couldn't.

Zhong Yu has always been thinking about others all his life. This time, regardless of his physical condition, he worked day and night and traveled thousands of miles just to bring more life-saving medicines to the soldiers at the front.

Zhong Yu perhaps felt that by doing this, even if he died, it would be a worthy death with no regrets.

But Prince Yi Fengming and Zhou Chang cannot be without regrets, they have too many regrets.

Zhou Chang threw himself beside Zhong Yu: "Why, why... Seeing that everything has been resolved, we can go back soon. As long as we return to Yuebei City, we will definitely be able to find a better doctor. You won't... It's me... It's me who rushed too much and pushed too hard. If I hadn't pushed too much and made you worry and work hard, you would definitely not..."

Aunt Jing stroked Zhou Chang's shoulder with one hand and said, "Don't blame yourself, Your Highness. I think Mr. Zhong left this message because he was afraid that you would blame him. In fact, Mr. Zhong's health has been failing for a long time, but he has been unwilling to tell others, let alone Your Highness, because he is afraid that Your Highness will worry about him."

"What?" Zhou Chang suddenly stopped crying, "Mr. Zhong's health has been failing for a long time? When was that? When did it happen?"

Boundless guilt overwhelms everything.

Both Prince Yi and she had always known that Zhong Yu was frail and sickly, but they did not know what serious illness he had, and they never imagined it would be so serious.

The skinny monkey was also surprised: "Mr. Zhong looks weak on weekdays, but he just faints frequently. What disease does he have? Aunt Jing, do you know?"

Aunt Jing sighed deeply: "Alas... I didn't know at first. It was only when Mr. Zhong fainted again in the palace recently that Mother Wang couldn't help but tell me."

Zhou Chang listened in a daze with tears in his eyes.

Aunt Jing continued, "According to Mama Wang, Mr. Zhong was arrested by the government in his early years because of something related to the imperial examination. In order to suppress the candidates who were causing trouble, the government put them in a water dungeon in late autumn. A group of weak scholars were soaked in the water dungeon for three days and three nights. The water was icy and cold, and there were snakes, insects, rats, ants, and filth in it. Some people couldn't stand it and drowned directly in the water. Some of those who were released after three days returned home and became seriously ill and died. Mr. Zhong was still young at that time, and he survived a serious illness, so his life was saved, but his body could never recover from then on, and he was left with a root of illness."

"What's the root of the problem?" Zhou Chang felt a chill in his heart as he listened.

How could someone be so vicious as to harm others in such a torturous way?

Skinny Monkey also said: "But, but... Even so, Mr. Zhong has been fine for all these years. What's more, we still have the opportunity to find a better doctor. Don't we still have Dr. Meng?"

"Mother Wang couldn't tell what the root of the disease was." Aunt Jing shook her head, "But Mother Wang knows that Mr. Zhong later went to see a number of doctors, and he also studied medical books and techniques, but none of them could cure him. Finally, by chance, he met a Taoist priest who gave Mr. Zhong a prescription, saying that if he made pills according to the prescription and took them for a long time, he might be able to live to the age of knowing his destiny."

"Sutianwan?" Zhou Chang didn't expect that Prince Yi could still remember this name in his consciousness.

That is a kind of homemade pill that Zhong Yu takes on a daily basis.

The thin monkey looked at the face covered with a white handkerchief and calculated: "Fifty is the age of knowing the destiny? That's not right... Mr. Zhong should be fifty-seven this year, and although he looks sick, he is still younger than people of his actual age. How can he just die like that?"

Aunt Jing still shook her head: "Who knows? These are all what Mr. Zhong told Mother Wang at the beginning. It seems that the Taoist priest gave the prescription but did not guarantee anything. He only said that if you can live past the age of knowing your destiny, then the rest depends on your luck."

"Fortune? Does fortune mean living another seven years?" Zhou Chang clenched the piece of paper tightly in his hand.

Aunt Jing didn't know how to answer, so she could only continue to complain: "Mr. Zhong passed away just like that. I didn't tell anyone else. I thought that if he could still hold on, the person he wanted to see the most would definitely be the prince. So I just covered him with a handkerchief, hoping that even after he passed away, the first person he would see would still be the prince."

Zhou Chang finally reached out again and slowly removed the white silk handkerchief covering Zhong Yu's face.

The clock and the gray face were no different from when he was alive, and he even looked much more peaceful than when he was alive.

The suffocating pain permeated the world, permeated time, and permeated all past experiences with Mr. Zhong.

No wonder Mr. Zhong was always so anxious when doing things.

Did he already know that he wouldn't live long?

No wonder no matter how much we asked, Mr. Zhong wouldn't tell us what the illness was and he didn't want to see a doctor.

I’m afraid they’ll get worried if they find out.

Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong...

Zhou Chang cried out in his heart, why can't such a good person live a hundred years, while those evildoers can walk freely?

At this time, Prince Yi Fengming also regained consciousness.

Zhou Chang consciously "stepped back".

Feng Ming gently grabbed Zhong Yu's dry hands and held them in his palms. "Mr. Zhong, why didn't you wait for me to come back? Why did you leave like this? I still have many questions to ask you, and many things I need to discuss with you. Why, why... why don't you ever think about yourself? There have been so many years and so many opportunities, why don't you speak up? We can work together to find a way to cure your disease. If you leave like this, what will happen to me and the rest of us? And what about Mother Wang and Duofu Duobao?"

Having said this, Feng Ming could no longer speak and burst into tears.