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Chapter 518: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 51

Just then, early in the morning, when Empress Xian had just arrived at the Imperial Garden, she heard a burst of sharp laughter.

"Oh, isn't this Empress Xian? How come you have time to come to the Imperial Garden? Doesn't she have to take care of palace affairs?" Concubine Gao was sitting in the pavilion, surrounded by a group of concubines, all of whom were dressed up beautifully. When they saw Empress Xian coming, they all covered their mouths and laughed.

Before Concubine Xian could open her mouth, she heard a sarcastic voice from Concubine Gao's side: "Isn't it? Some people used to look honest, but once they gain power, they are more powerful than anyone else!"

The one who spoke was Jin Da Ying, formerly Jiapin. Because of Erqing, she was demoted, and even the Fourth Prince was taken away by the Emperor and handed over to Concubine Xian to raise.

Now that Concubine Gao has lost her power and Concubine Xian has gained the upper hand, she is naturally indignant.

Concubine Xian glanced at them coldly and said indifferently, "I am only following the emperor's orders. How can I say that I am bullying you? But you sisters, you have gathered here so early in the morning to gossip about other people. Aren't you afraid that it will get to the emperor's ears and you will be accused of gossiping?"

"You..." Jin was left speechless by Concubine Xian's words and her face turned pale with anger.

Seeing that Concubine Xian was so disrespectful to her, Concubine Gao became even more furious. She stood up suddenly, pointed at Concubine Xian's nose and cursed: "Nara, don't think that you can ride on my head just because you are in power now! You are just a person who is not presentable. If the Queen was not seriously ill, would the Emperor let you take charge of the six palaces?"

Concubine Xian still looked calm, as if Concubine Gao's scolding was just a breeze in her ears. She opened her red lips lightly and said in a calm tone: "Madam Gao, you are too serious. I am just doing my best to share the worries of the emperor. How can you say that I am not worthy of being on the stage? If the sisters are willing, they can recommend themselves to the emperor and share some of the responsibilities of the queen, so that the emperor can rest assured."

What Concubine Gao hated the most was Concubine Xian's hypocritical face. She was obviously extremely proud in her heart, but on the surface she pretended to be indifferent. It really made people hate her!

She was about to explode, but was pulled back by the sleeve by Jin Yingying, who leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, calm down. The Queen is ill now, and Concubine Xian is in high spirits. We should not confront her head-on, but should take a long-term view."

Although Concubine Gao was unwilling in her heart, she also knew that what Jin said made sense, so she could only glare at Concubine Xian fiercely and leave in anger.

Upon seeing this, the other concubines also dispersed, leaving only Concubine Xian alone, who still stood there with a meaningful smile on her lips.

This harem has become increasingly lively since the queen fell ill.

The sky above the Forbidden City was covered with dark clouds, making it hard to breathe. In the Changchun Palace, there was a strong smell of medicine mixed with a nauseating smell of decay, foreshadowing that something ominous was about to happen here.

"Empress, please drink another sip of the ginseng soup. The imperial physician said it can keep you spirits up." Mingyu held the bowl of soup, her eyes red and swollen, and begged the person on the bed.

Fu Cha Rongyin, the Empress of the Qing Dynasty, was once the most honorable woman in the harem, but now she is haggard and lying on the phoenix bed, breathless. Her hands, once as white as jade, are now as thin as firewood, with distinct knuckles, as if they would break at the touch.

"No...it's useless even if I drink it..." The queen uttered a few words with difficulty, her voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"Your Majesty, don't say that. You will definitely get better." Mingyu's tears were like pearls that had broken off the string, falling one by one on the back of the Queen's hand.

The queen raised her hand with difficulty, wanting to touch Mingyu's cheek, but her hand fell down weakly.

"I know that I don't have much time left, but I am worried about the Emperor..."

"My queen, please don't say anything. You are blessed by heaven and will surely turn danger into safety!" Mingyu burst into tears.

The queen shook her head, her eyes were blurred, as if she could see through the layers of palace walls and see the distant past, the high-spirited and carefree self.

"Hongli..."

The queen smiled sadly, a smile full of bitterness and despair.

"There are three thousand beauties in the harem... but he... eventually... forgot about me..."

Before she finished speaking, the queen's hands fell weakly, her eyes slowly closed, but there was a hint of relief in the corners of her mouth, as if she had finally gotten rid of the shackles of the deep palace and was free...

"Empress! Empress!" Mingyu's heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the Changchun Palace.

When the news reached the Yangxin Palace, Emperor Qianlong was reviewing memorials. He paused with his red brush, and the ink spread across the memorial, forming a shocking mass of ink.

"Your Majesty, the Empress... has passed away..." Li Yu knelt on the ground trembling with fear, his voice shaking, as if he was afraid of disturbing the emperor in front of him.

He put down the red brush in his hand, and the glaring ink stain on the dragon table was very much like his mood at the moment, which was hard to describe.

"I understand. Pass on my order. The Empress, Fucha, was a model mother to the country. Her death is a great tragedy for the country. You are to posthumously confer her the title of Empress Xiaoxian. All funeral rites must be carried out in double the order as for the Empress." Qianlong's voice did not convey any trace of sadness or joy, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

Li Yu's heart trembled when he heard this. The emperor's tone did not sound sad, but rather... relieved? He did not dare to think too much, and quickly knelt down and left to arrange the funeral.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Qianlong stood up and walked to the window, looking at the depressing clouds over the Forbidden City with mixed feelings.

He thought back to when he first met Rong Yin, she was still the gentle and quiet princess in Prince Bao's mansion, with a pair of clear eyes and no knowledge of the world. At that time, he was so eager to grow old with her and enjoy the prosperity of the world together.

But now, he has become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, possessing supreme power, but has lost the possibility of being with her for the rest of his life. It was he who personally pushed her into the center of the storm in the harem, causing her to suffer all kinds of grievances and pain.

After all, he was the one who let Rongyin down...

Er Qing was shocked to hear the news of the queen's death. After all, according to the time in her previous life, the queen died too early.

In the end, Er Qing just sighed.

Er Qing opened the scripture, and her fingertips gently stroked the yellowed paper. The neat small characters on it were the handwriting she was familiar with. Every stroke seemed to carry the warmth of the queen when she was alive, but it was also so cold that it pierced her bones. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the surging emotions in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were clear, replaced by determination and resoluteness.

For her, copying scriptures is not a simple religious ritual, but a way to say goodbye to the past. Everything in her past life is just like a passing cloud, and now she just wants to grasp the happiness in front of her.