Jue Yu quietly measured Xiao Bao who was facing downwards with his eyes: “That day in the serving quarter when I made a guess that the one who put in the poison was the Empress Dowager, I realized that your expression was unusual. I presumed, the Blind Concubine might have told you about this matter.”
Xiao Bao was still facing downwards. With a soft voice, he said: “Young Master Jue Yu is exceedingly smart.”
Jue Yu firmly looked at him closely, his eyes were sharp and penetrating, “Seven years ago, what actually had happened? How did the Blind Concubine’s eyes become blind?”
Xiao Bao hurriedly shook his head, “I… I couldn’t say.”
Jue Yu told him: “You are just looking on helplessly as your Master suffers this hardship?”
Xiao Bao shook his head with all his might, “Master, he, he didn’t allow me to say.”
Jue Yu said: “If you tell me, I could think of a way to save him. If you don’t say anything, if one day someone wanted to harm him again, we all could only helplessly look at him when he dies.”
Xiao Bao closed his eyes tightly. His voice trembled: “Master said, seven years ago, he accidentally witnessed something he shouldn’t have seen. Because of that, his eyes were blinded then he was casted away to the Cold Palace.”
Jue Yu slightly weaved his brows, “This matter, was it related to the demise of the former Emperor and the coronation of the new Emperor?”
Xiao Bao paused, gritted his teeth and nodded his head.
Jue Yu asked: “Did your Master tell you, what this kind of not supposed to see thing was that he witnessed?”
Xiao Bao shook his head, “Master didn’t tell me. Perhaps because of the weight of the matter, it was not appropriate to let me know. Perhaps because he was afraid that it would make me involved and put me in danger so he didn’t tell me about that.”
Jue Yu nodded his head. His pair of eyes under the moonlight had shifted slightly: “That day, the one who tampered with his eyes and made him blind, who is that person actually??”
“This…….” Xiao Bao retreated a step, Couldn’t help but look away, “I…..”
Jue Yu watched closely at his reaction, for quite a while, then lightly said: “It’s alright. You can go back.”
He also warned: “Do not say anything to your Master.”
Jue Yu turned his body. Under the shaded dim light of the night he went to the inner Palace, to the storehouse where the files were stored. He leaped onto the roof lightly, soundlessly he slipped into the storehouse. Each and every folder were placed neatly according to its particular time of record. Stack upon stack were piled up. He searched among the lined up shelves, occasionally extending his arm to get some more files. Under the trifling moonlight, he browsed and looked over the files.
A long while later, on his exquisite face appeared a satisfied smile.
It was already deep in the night.
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The Emperor was alone in his Imperial Study, drowned in his thought. The door was creaking, followed by a stepping sound which treaded towards him in the room.
Without opening his eyes, he spoke: “Regarding this matter, you are extremely careful and concerned. Come and go. Go and come.”
Jue Yu pursed his lips, said: “I do this for my own satisfaction.”
The Emperor paused briefly, “Did you find some sign of a positive outcome?”
Jue Yu said slowly: “This matter is only one of the Palace’s piling grievances. It had been buried for a very long time. If Your Majesty didn’t know, it is better to stay not knowing. After all, the suffering one will only be The Blind Concubine. With Your Majesty, it is of no importance. Your Majesty still wants to know?”
The Emperor opened his eyes, his pupils shone sharply, “I want to know.”
Jue Yu conveniently pulled a chair in front of him and sat: “If so, please Your Majesty listen to Jue Yu’s story.”