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Chapter 498: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 31

"Your Majesty, you have been sitting here for nearly two hours. Would you like to have something to eat?" Mingyu advised softly, holding a bowl of Tremella fuciformis and lotus seed soup.

Rong Yin sighed, put down the ivory comb in her hand, and rubbed her aching forehead: "How can I eat right now? I don't know how Yingluo is doing..."

Mingyu knew that the Queen was thinking about Wei Yingluo again. Ever since Yingluo was punished and sent out of the palace, the Queen has been uneasy.

The emperor was really angry this time. Thirty strokes of the cane and twenty slaps on the face. Even if Yingluo didn't die, she would still...

Mingyu didn't dare to think any further and could only comfort her: "Don't worry, Madam. The young master is kind-hearted and will definitely treat Yingluo well."

"That's easy for you to say!" Rong Yin's tone was filled with a hint of annoyance.

"Yingluo is a proud and arrogant girl. Asking her to be Fuheng's concubine is more painful than killing her!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down. You are weak and must not get sick from anger." Mingyu said worriedly while stroking Rongyin's back.

Rong Yin took a deep breath and tried to calm down the anger in her heart. She knew that Ying Luo would have a hard time in Fu Heng's house. But now that things have come to this, what can she do?

"I'm tired, please help me to rest." Rongyin waved her hand weakly, motioning Mingyu to help her up.

Mingyu supported Rongyin and walked slowly towards the inner room. The bedroom was silent except for the wisps of incense that gave off a faint, soothing aroma.

Rongyin lay in bed, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Yingluo's stubborn face appeared in her mind again and again. She knew that Yingluo hated her, hated her for not trying her best to protect her, and hated her for pushing her into the fire pit.

"Mingyu, grind the ink." Rongyin ordered softly.

Mingyu did not dare to delay and hurried forward to spread paper and grind ink for Rongyin.

Rong Yin picked up the pen, but she hesitated to write. She knew that she couldn't interfere too much in Ying Luo's affairs, otherwise it would only backfire. But how could she bear to watch the child suffer?

After much deliberation, Rongyin decided to write a letter to her mother. The Fucha family had a strict family tradition, and her mother had always loved her the most, so she would definitely not sit idly by.

Rongyin started writing, but she felt that she had so many words to say that she didn't know where to start. She could only briefly describe Yingluo's situation and repeatedly begged her mother to take good care of Yingluo for her sake.

After writing the letter, Rongyin carefully sealed it and handed it to Mingyu: "Go to Fucha Mansion in person and give this letter to my mother."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mingyu took the letter, put it away carefully, and left the bedroom.

As night falls, the Forbidden City is brightly lit.

In the Yangxin Palace, Hongli was reviewing memorials with a frown on his face.

"Your Majesty, it's time to turn over the cards." Li Yu walked in quietly and reminded in a low voice.

"Go to Yongshou Palace." Qianlong ordered calmly, but there was a hint of urgency in his tone that he himself was not even aware of.

In Yongshou Palace, Er Qing had already bathed and changed her clothes, and was leaning on the chaise longue, holding a book in her hands, but she had no intention of reading it. Hearing the announcement of the emperor's arrival, Er Qing raised a barely perceptible smile, gently put down the book, and stood up to greet him.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." Er Qing bowed gracefully. Every move was just right, not appearing overly attentive, yet respectful.

"My beloved concubine, please get up quickly." Qianlong reached out and helped Erqing up. His eyes lingered on her, finally landing on her clear eyes. A rare sense of calmness welled up in his heart.

"What book are you reading, my dear?" Qianlong asked in a gentle tone, without any of his usual majesty.

"Nothing...nothing..." Er Qing hid the book in her hand behind her back, a blush appeared on her face, like the first blooming peach blossoms in spring, delicate and beautiful.

Seeing this, Qianlong became more curious. He put his arm around Erqing's slender waist and brought her into his arms. His warm breath brushed against her ears. He said in a low voice, "Qing'er, are you hiding anything from me? Hmm?"

Er Qing glared at him coquettishly. This seductive look made Qianlong's heart flutter, and he wanted to eat her up immediately. He bit Er Qing's earlobe and said vaguely: "Tell me, what are you looking at? Are you thinking..."

"Your Majesty!" Er Qing interrupted him in a tender voice and stuffed the book in his hand.

"See for yourself!"

Seeing Er Qing's attempt to cover up her secrets, Qianlong felt even more itchy in his heart. He snatched the book from Er Qing's hand and took a closer look. It turned out to be an album of erotic pictures!

The poses of the men and women in the album were seductive and the scenes were extremely erotic, which made Qianlong's blood boil and his breathing quicken.

"Qing'er, you..." Qianlong looked at Erqing in surprise. He had never thought that a woman as gentle and virtuous as Erqing would actually read such things.

When Er Qing saw that her little trick had been exposed, her face turned red with shame and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She stretched out her hand to grab the album, but Qianlong dodged it and took her into his arms. He lowered his head and said ambiguously, "Why? My beloved concubine is so fascinated by it. Do you think I am not serving you well enough?"

"Your Majesty!" Er Qing said coquettishly, buried her head in his arms, and dared not look at him again.

When Qianlong saw her shy and lovely appearance, his heart was filled with love. He picked up Erqing and walked towards the inner room.

"Tonight, I will serve Qing'er well." Qianlong's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of desire that was difficult to suppress.

Er Qing blushed at his explicit words, but a sweet anticipation arose in her heart.

It was a night of passion, so there is no need to go into detail.

The next day, when Er Qing woke up, Qianlong had already gotten up.

"Your Majesty, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Er Qing stood up, walked to his side, and stretched out her hand to massage his shoulders.

"I still have government affairs to deal with and cannot delay too long." Qianlong held her hand, with a hint of fatigue on his face, but his tenderness and doting could not be concealed.

"Your Majesty is busy with many things every day, so he should also pay attention to his health." Er Qing advised softly, but she couldn't help feeling a little worried in her heart.

Qianlong had been on the throne for many years, working diligently and caring for the people, but this also consumed a lot of his energy.

"I'm fine." Qianlong smiled and shook his head.

"But you, thank you for your hard work last night."

"It's not hard for me." Er Qing blushed, bit her lower lip lightly, and didn't dare to look at him.

Seeing this, Qianlong felt even more fond of her. He reached out and held her in his arms, bent down and kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Qing'er, you are so kind."

"I will help you change your clothes?" Er Qing said softly, with a hint of early morning charm. Qianlong looked at the charming and charming girl in front of him, and his heart moved, and he pulled her into his arms.

"Qing'er, last night..." Qianlong paused, as if he was choosing his words.