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Chapter 508: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 41

"Forget it. If he doesn't come, I can have some peace and quiet. Go find the piece of brocade that the emperor gave me a few days ago and make a new dress for the imperial concubine."

"Your Majesty! The Piyunjin was specially made by the Emperor..." Mingyu exclaimed.

"As the queen, I should set an example." Rong Yin interrupted her.

"Now that the imperial concubine is pregnant, the imperial heir is the most important thing in the harem."

Mingyu knew the queen's good intentions, so she could only agree with tears in her eyes and turned to go to the warehouse to look for the brocade.

Rongyin felt a tightness in her chest, blackness in front of her eyes, and her whole body was shaky. She tried to hold on to the table, but still fell weakly into the chair.

The draft in the bedroom brought a bone-chilling chill, but she could not feel it. She only felt disheartened, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss. Not long after, news came out that the queen was ill...

The atmosphere in Changchun Palace was so oppressive that it was suffocating. The palace, which used to be filled with fragrance, was now filled with a faint smell of medicine, which made people feel uneasy.

Mingyu walked out of the inner room holding an empty medicine bowl, her eyes red, obviously she had just cried.

She looked at Zhenzhu who was standing guard at the door, her voice choked with sobs: "The Queen... still refuses to take the medicine properly, what should I do?"

Zhenzhu took the medicine bowl, sighed, and said worriedly, "The Queen's illness came about strangely, and the imperial physician couldn't explain it. He only said that it was a heart disease and needed heart medicine. But who else could have this heart medicine except the Emperor?"

Hearing this, Mingyu bit her lip and whispered, "The emperor only has the imperial concubine in his eyes and heart now, so how could he think of our queen? When I sent the brocade dress to Yongshou Palace that day, did the emperor ever ask about it? In my opinion, the emperor doesn't care about the queen's life or death at all!"

"Shh! Don't say that!" Pearl quickly stopped her.

"The Emperor is the Son of Heaven, how can we allow you and I to make irresponsible comments? The Empress is ill now, and we must not let her hear these words, which will only cause her trouble."

Mingyu also knew that she had said something wrong, so she quickly covered her mouth and stopped talking.

In the bedroom, Fucha Rongyin was lying on the bed, her face was as pale as paper, bloodless. Her eyes were tightly closed, her breathing was weak, as if she would disappear at any moment.

"Your Majesty, the Empress is ill. Do you think it is..." Li Yu stood aside with his head bowed, carefully observing Qianlong's expression.

Qianlong paused while reviewing the memorials, a trace of impatience flashed across his brows: "Is he sick? How is he sick? What is the Imperial Hospital for?!"

"This..." Li Yu didn't dare to say that the queen fell ill and could only be vague.

"I don't know either. I just heard that there was news from Changchun Palace that the Empress was not feeling well and the Imperial Physician had been summoned to see her."

When Qianlong heard that the queen was ill, he was not very moved and just said "hmm" lightly.

He put down the memorial in his hand and rubbed his brows. He was indeed a little tired due to the busy government affairs these days.

Li Yu observed the emperor's expression and knew that the emperor was biased towards the imperial concubine, so he said no more and just stepped aside quietly.

After leaving the Yangxin Palace, Qianlong went straight to the Yongshou Palace. Before he entered the palace, he heard bursts of silver bell-like laughter coming from inside.

Qianlong felt warm in his heart, quickened his pace, lifted the pearl curtain and entered the inner hall.

"What are you talking about, my dear? Why are you so happy?"

When Er Qing saw Qianlong coming, she immediately stood up and went forward to greet him, with a shy blush on her face: "I am speaking well of you to the child in my belly, saying that their emperor father is the best man in the world."

Qianlong smiled and held her waist, letting her sit down on the soft couch. He said in a doting tone, "Your little mouth, is it smeared with honey? I was just a little late, and you started to make up stories about me?"

Er Qing gently leaned on Qianlong's chest and said coquettishly: "How dare I, my concubine, speak from the heart. Your Majesty is so busy, yet you still take time out to accompany me. I am so grateful to you."

Qianlong stroked her beautiful hair lovingly and said softly, "Silly girl, you are my beloved woman, and it is only natural for me to love and care for you. But you are in poor health now, so you must take good care of yourself and never act as willfully as before."

"Your Majesty, don't worry."

Er Qing responded obediently, but her beautiful eyes secretly observed Qianlong's expression. Seeing a hint of fatigue between his brows, she asked softly, "Your Majesty, have you encountered any troubles? Why not tell me, and let me help you solve your problems."

Qianlong sighed and briefly recounted what had happened in the Hall of Mental Cultivation today.

Qianlong gently stroked Erqing's back and said softly, "Qing'er, don't worry. I'm just going to see her. After all, she is the queen, and I can't just ignore her. You are the only one in my heart. You don't have to doubt this."

"Your Majesty is right. The Empress is ill, so you should go visit her."

Er Qing buried her face in Qianlong's chest and uttered "hmm" muffledly, but her tone was full of grievance.

He gently stroked Er Qing's back and coaxed her softly, "What's wrong? Didn't I say I was just going to see her, and you are still the one I love most in my heart?"

"Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven, and your words are golden. Naturally, I believe you." Er Qing raised her head with tears in the corners of her eyes, looking pitiful.

"But when I think about the fact that the Queen is ill and you are still doing this for me... I feel bad..."

Qianlong scratched her nose and said lovingly, "You are my baby, and it is only natural that I should care more about you."

"Can……"

"Okay, stop thinking about it." Qianlong interrupted her and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Be good and take a rest. I will be back in one hour, okay?" His tone was gentle, as if he was coaxing a child.

Er Qing snuggled obediently in his arms, feeling his warm body temperature.

"Your Majesty, Qing'er is waiting for you..." Er Qing gave him a sweet kiss.

The warm touch lingered on his lips, and Qianlong felt a faint fragrance rushing to his head, which refreshed his originally tired body and mind. Er Qing's tenderness formed a sharp contrast with the queen's dignity and virtue, making him more greedy for this gentle place.

"Okay, I promise you, I will be back in an hour." Qianlong held Erqing's hand with his backhand and squeezed it gently, his eyes full of pampering.

Qianlong walked out of Yongshou Palace. The breeze blew across his dragon robe, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the heat in his heart.

Changchun Palace was as quiet as ever, even with an lingering silence. When Qianlong entered the palace, he smelled a faint medicinal fragrance mixed with cool sandalwood, which made him feel inexplicably irritated.