nycdaug Chapter 105 A Headache
Chapter 105 A Headache
However, behind this seemingly prosperous and bustling appearance, how many sinister human hearts and conflicts of interest are hidden?
Perhaps only those who have been in it can truly know.
"Homeowner!"
With a loud shout, Biyue rushed out from the carved wooden door of the old lady's room in a hurry.
He walked quickly, like a whirlwind, through the winding, snake-like backyard path.
Along the way, his figure rushed past like an arrow, raising a slight cloud of dust.
Finally, Bi Yue arrived at the door of the study that belonged to him.
He took a deep breath, calmed his slightly rapid breathing, and then gently pushed open the door.
As soon as I stepped into the study, a strong smell of books hit me.
The first thing that catches your eye is the densely packed books everywhere.
Those books, some high, some low, some thick, some thin, are like a small mountain of books, decorating the entire room with a dazzling array of books.
In front of the large and heavy desk, there were piles of books, standing tall as if they were about to break through the roof.
The tall shelves surrounding the walls were packed with all kinds of books, leaving almost no space.
Some books are pristine, their covers gleaming with a faint luster, as if they were freshly printed from the printing press;
Some books appear old and ancient, with slightly yellowed pages and even some signs of wear on the edges, as if they have gone through countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, witnessing the vicissitudes of time.
Looking back to the past, Bi Yue, a mighty general who had experienced hundreds of battles and roamed the battlefields, was busy with war all day long. However, due to the teachings and subtle influence of his father Bi Tianxing, he developed a deep and passionate interest and love for all kinds of classics since he was a child.
Whenever he had free time, he would involuntarily sit alone in his study, immersed in the fantasy world created by the books as if he were in a paradise, and fully appreciate the endless wisdom and delicate emotions flowing between the lines.
What a pity that things in this world are so unpredictable!
Ever since he resolutely stepped into the solemn and awe-inspiring court filled with intrigue and deception, this study room that was originally filled with books has been completely transformed.
It was as if some mysterious and powerful spell had been cast upon it, and without anyone noticing, an earth-shaking and astonishing change had taken place silently.
Those rare books that were once neatly displayed here, always emitting the elegant scent of ink, have gradually lost their long-held unshakable and unique position in this room.
What replaced them were no longer those neatly arranged books that exuded a faint scent of ink, but a variety of complicated official documents.
Like a flood that broke through a dam, they surged from all directions into this originally quiet and elegant study.
It quickly conquered this area that had always been dominated by books, and firmly occupied the most critical and core position.
Time flies by like a white horse. In the blink of an eye, Bi Yue has been serving in the court for more than five years.
What is astonishing is that the documents piled up in this room at this moment are as high as a mountain. The number is beyond imagination. Compared with the dazzling array of books in the past, it is even more than that.
Once upon a time, there was a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere around that spacious and bright desk, and all items were arranged in an orderly manner.
But what about now? It has become a mess and chaos, and the beautiful picture of tranquility and order in the past is gone.
Looking at the mountain of documents in front of him, Bi Yue felt a splitting headache.
These documents that came in like a tide seemed to have no end. No matter how hard he tried, he could not completely eliminate them.
To the extent that even the time to catch his breath and rest became a luxury for him.
During those ordinary and peaceful days, Biyue was like a hermit isolated from the world, immersed in this small study all day long.
This place seemed to have become his whole life. He buried himself deeply in it, working hard among the piles of extremely heavy documents.
Those official documents were like invisible shackles that tightly bound his body and mind, but he had no complaints and worked tirelessly to deal with the complicated, trivial and intricate official duties.
He paid full attention to every document and every instruction, not daring to be careless or slack in the slightest.
Because he knew that even a small mistake could lead to a series of unforeseen consequences. Sometimes, the amount of construction work was beyond imagination, and the heavy workload kept coming like a surging tide, leaving him overwhelmed.
Throughout the whole day, he tried his best but could only squeeze out a short hour for rest and sleep, and the vast majority of the rest of his time was devoted unreservedly to this seemingly endless work.
As soon as the morning court session ended today, he hurried back to the mansion and went straight to the house where his mother lived.
Along the way, his mood was as bright as the sun, because he had good news and wanted to tell his mother as soon as possible so that she could put aside the big thing that had been worrying about her for a long time.
But who could have expected that when he stepped into the room and told his mother the good news, she would be so excited.
The excited emotion was like a surging wave, sweeping over her in an instant, shocking her so much that she couldn't control herself.
Such strong emotional fluctuations made him walk towards his mother, whose health was already poor, with an uncontrollable joy on his face.
However, before he could open his mouth to tell the good news, the moment his mother saw him, her emotions surged out like a dam breaking, and she trembled with excitement.
Her eyes widened, her hands tightly gripping the armrests of the chair, her breathing becoming rapid and disordered. The overpowering emotional fluctuations, like a ruthless sword, pierced her already fragile body's defenses and triggered a relapse of her old chronic illness.
For a moment, the mother's face turned pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead, and painful groans escaped from her tightly closed lips.
Seeing this, he was extremely anxious and quickly ordered his servants to call a doctor for treatment.
Afterwards, he personally stayed by his mother's bedside and took good care of her. He only breathed a sigh of relief after the doctor arrived and confirmed that his mother was not seriously injured.
But at this moment, he had no time to indulge in the joy he was about to share, because there were still many things waiting for him to deal with when he returned to the study.