Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 535: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 68

The Queen Mother watched the couple flirting and was delighted. She cleared her throat and said, "Alright, Emperor, stop teasing Qing'er."

In the eyes of Concubine Chun, who was sitting below, it was like poison, and the resentful gaze almost burned a hole in Er Qing. She tightly grasped the silk handkerchief in her hand, her knuckles turned white, but she still pretended to be submissive and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Concubine Chun repeatedly told herself to stay calm, but when she saw Er Qing's smug face, she wanted to rush up and tear off her hypocritical mask. She knew that it was Er Qing who plotted against her and Fu Heng that day, but the funny thing was that Fu Heng, such a kind and elegant person, was manipulated by this vicious woman, and she still defended her so much!

A wave of nausea surged into Concubine Chun's heart, and she couldn't help but retching. The maid beside her quickly patted her back and asked in a low voice: "Madam, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

This sudden change naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the Cining Palace.

The Queen Mother frowned slightly and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Concubine Chun? But the food in this palace is not to my taste?"

Concubine Chun tried hard to suppress her nausea, and slowly stood up with the help of the palace maid. She bowed weakly and said, "Your Majesty, I am fine. It's just that my appetite has not been very good these days. I just smelled some fragrance and felt a little uncomfortable. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Qianlong's eyes fell on Concubine Chun, with a bit of scrutiny, and he said in a light tone: "Since you are not feeling well, go back and rest first. There is no need to force yourself to stay here."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Concubine Chun lowered her head to hide the hatred in her eyes, and with the help of the palace maids, she staggered out of the Cining Palace.

Er Qing showed an ambiguous smile, but there was a barely perceptible chill in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. To others, that smile might just be the delicate and innocent gesture of a young girl, but in Concubine Chun's eyes, it was as cold and terrifying as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. She couldn't help but shudder. This Er Qing, really has good means!

Qianlong did not notice the undercurrent between the two. He just thought Erqing was being coquettish. He stretched out his hand and pinched her soft cheek, saying in a doting tone, "What are you up to, little girl?"

Er Qing leaned her head on Qianlong's palm and said tenderly, "How dare I make any plans? Everything I think about is for the emperor."

……

After leaving the Cining Palace, Concubine Chun felt her chest churning and her stomach was as uncomfortable as if it was churning in the sea. She was weak to begin with, and she had been holding on these days just to avoid being laughed at by that bitch Erqing.

But now, she just felt weak all over and her vision was black. If it weren't for the palace maid beside her supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground.

"Your Majesty, how are you? Do you want me to call the imperial physician?" The personal maid saw that Concubine Chun's face was pale and cold sweat was on her forehead, and she was very worried.

Concubine Chun waved her hands to indicate that she could still hold on.

She held the hand of the palace maid and returned to Zhongcui Palace tremblingly.

Concubine Chun took a deep breath, trying to calm her disordered breathing. She skillfully placed her slender fingers on her other wrist, closed her eyes and began to take her own pulse.

As time went by, Concubine Chun's face became paler and her brows furrowed more and more tightly. Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe the result of her investigation.

Cold sweat soaked Concubine Chun's gorgeous clothes. She could almost feel the sweat sliding down her spine, bringing a chilling chill.

The pulse from the fingertips was like duckweed swaying in a rainstorm, heralding a horrifying possibility.

How can it be? !

Concubine Chun suddenly opened her eyes and stared at her trembling fingers in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" The palace maid beside her asked worriedly when she saw that Concubine Chun looked strange.

Concubine Chun took a deep breath, tried to suppress the fear in her heart, and waved her hand to pretend to be calm: "I'm fine, you can leave first."

Although she was worried, she did not dare to disobey Concubine Chun's order and had to retreat quietly. Before leaving, she considerately closed the palace door for Concubine Chun.

The palace door was closed and the palace was silent, with only Concubine Chun's rapid breathing echoing in the empty palace. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her heart was like a raging sea, unable to calm down.

Concubine Chun stroked her belly and felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. How could this be possible? She had not enjoyed the emperor's favor for many years, so how could this be possible... unless...

Fu Heng's resolute and handsome face appeared in her mind, and Concubine Chun felt dizzy. The memories of that night came flooding back like a tide, making her feel ashamed and angry.

Pregnant... She is actually pregnant!

Thinking back on the various signs she had experienced during this period, she experienced delayed menstruation, fatigue, and occasional nausea and vomiting... These symptoms, which she had originally attributed to stress and fatigue, now seemed to be signs of pregnancy!

This child...is Fu Heng's.

The scene of that night involuntarily emerged in Concubine Chun's mind: Fu Heng's gentleness, Fu Heng's determination, and the heart-wrenching pain in her heart when he resolutely left.

She hated Fu Heng, hated his ruthlessness, hated his betrayal, and hated him for not giving up everything for her. But she hated herself even more, hated her wishful thinking, hated her moth flying into the fire.

Now, she was pregnant with his child, how should she deal with it? Should she keep the child, or...

Concubine Chun gently stroked her belly, where a living being was being nurtured. It was her child, and also Fu Heng's child. The thought of strangling this child with her own hands made her heart ache like a knife.

Concubine Chun's fingertips gently stroked across her flat belly, where a new life was quietly growing.

She knew what this child meant: a mistake, a taboo, a secret that could push her into the abyss.

"But he is my child..." Concubine Chun murmured to herself, with a hint of maternal tenderness in her eyes. She thought of Fu Heng's deep eyes, his tall figure, and the night when he suppressed his desire but finally left a sigh of helplessness in her ear.

"Empress Chun, you should understand that there is no possibility between us..." Fu Heng's words seemed to still echo in his ears, with determination and a hint of pity that he himself did not even notice.

"Impossible... Impossible..." Concubine Chun smiled bitterly. Yes, one was the woman of the high and mighty emperor, and the other was a royal guard serving the monarch. Between them, there was an insurmountable gap, which was the ethical principles and the majesty of imperial power.