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Chapter 519: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 52

She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to copy the scriptures. Each stroke was solemn and dignified, as if she wanted to put all her sorrow into it. In her previous life, she had made all the calculations, but ended up being deserted by everyone.

Now that she is reborn, she only wants to live for herself. The queen has passed away, and there is no one in the palace who can hinder her from reaching the pinnacle of power.

"The Emperor has arrived——"

The eunuch's shrill voice sounded outside the palace, interrupting Er Qing's thoughts.

Qianlong waved away the eunuchs and palace maids behind him and walked into the palace alone.

Qianlong's eyes fell on the scripture in front of her, and his brows slightly frowned: "You are..."

"Your Majesty, I am a stupid person, so I thought of copying scriptures for the Empress to comfort her spirit in heaven."

Qianlong looked at her like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused. Er Qing and the Queen were at odds, and this was no secret in the harem. Now that the Queen had passed away, she was not only secretly happy in her heart, but she actually took the initiative to copy the scriptures?

"Isn't Qing'er at odds with the Queen? What's the matter?" Qianlong gently hugged Erqing and supported her waist. Her seven-month-old belly was more difficult than that of an ordinary pregnant woman because she was carrying twins.

"Your Majesty, I just feel that now that the Empress is gone, the harem needs someone to pray for the Empress and share Your Majesty's worries." Er Qing's tone was gentle, as if it was not stained by a trace of dust.

Qianlong gently stroked Erqing's bulging belly, and said with a doting tone: "I know that you and the queen are not on good terms. Now that the queen is gone, you don't have to act like this. I only hope that you can live safely and smoothly with my child."

"Your Majesty, I, the Empress and I...were on good terms before Wei Yingluo came. The Empress was very kind to us, but..." Er Qing hesitated to speak, with a hint of sadness in the corners of her eyes and brows, as if she was mourning the lost friendship, and as if she was reminiscing about those simple and beautiful days.

Is what she is doing now considered as atonement for the mistakes she made in her previous life? I guess so!

Qianlong's fingers gently stroked Erqing's cheek, his eyes deep, as if he could see through her. "Qing'er, you have really changed."

Er Qing snuggled into Qianlong's arms, but a barely perceptible sense of pride flashed in the corner of her eyes.

"Your Majesty, I just figured it out. Some things are over once they are over. The living should cherish the people around them."

Qianlong's heart seemed to be touched by something. He hugged Erqing tightly and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, I will treat you and the children well."

The person who was most saddened by the death of Fu Cha Rongyin was Fu Heng.

When the news reached Fucha Mansion, Fu Heng was struck by lightning. He staggered back a few steps, his face pale, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The tea splashed on his clothes, but he was unaware of it.

"Sister..." Fu Heng muttered to himself, his voice trembling, and a layer of mist gradually filled his eyes. Memories came flooding back like a tide, and the scenes of childhood laughter and play seemed to be just yesterday. His sister's gentle smile and warm embrace all turned into sharp blades, cutting into his heart one by one.

First, Yingluo left, and then his sister left. He really couldn't accept it.

He could not believe that the dignified and virtuous queen who was the mother of the country, the sister who loved and protected him since childhood, had left the world in this way.

"Impossible... Impossible..." Fu Heng shook his head, unwilling to accept this cruel fact. He rushed out of the study, ignoring the servants' obstruction, rode a fast horse, and headed straight for the palace.

Along the way, the wind howled, but it could not blow away the sorrow and despair in his heart. He hoped so much that all this was just a nightmare, and when he woke up, his sister would still be alive and well, showing him a warm smile.

However, reality is cruel. When he arrived at Changchun Palace, he saw white flags flying and crying. In the mourning hall, the queen lay quietly in the coffin, her face pale, but still couldn't hide her beauty and tenderness when she was alive.

Fu Heng's legs went limp, and he knelt down in front of the coffin, tears welling up in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his sister's face, but was afraid of disturbing her sleep, so he could only stop his hand in mid-air, trembling.

"Sister...how could you leave me alone..." Fu Heng choked up, his voice hoarse. He wanted to listen to his sister's teachings again, and see her smile again, but all of this turned into nothing with his sister's departure.

Fu Heng's cries echoed in the empty mourning hall, which was heartbreaking. He leaned over the coffin, his thin shoulders shrugged, like a helpless child, completely different from his usual high-spirited appearance.

"Sister...how could you leave me alone..." Fu Heng cried intermittently, his voice hoarse.

Qianlong stood behind Fuheng with his hands behind his back, looking at this young man who had always been full of vigor and vitality, but now knelt in front of Rongyin's coffin, crying like a child, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

He raised his hand, wanting to pat Fu Heng's shoulder to comfort him, but he felt it was too pale and powerless. Rong Yin's death was undoubtedly a huge blow to Fu Heng. What else could he, as an emperor, say?

"Fuheng, the queen has passed away. You must mourn her and accept her change." Qianlong's voice was low, with a barely perceptible hint of fatigue.

Fu Heng seemed not to hear it and continued to kneel on the ground, crying bitterly.

Qianlong sighed. He knew that at this moment, any words would be pale and powerless. He simply stopped talking and just stood quietly behind Fu Heng, accompanying him and sending Rong Yin off for the last time.

I don't know how long it took, but Fu Heng finally stopped crying. He slowly stood up, his eyes were red, but he couldn't hide the grief and despair in his eyes.

He turned around and bowed deeply to Qianlong, "Your Majesty, I am impolite."

Qianlong helped Fuheng up, patted his shoulder, and softened his tone. "I understand how you feel. The Queen and you had a deep relationship as siblings. Now that she has passed away suddenly, it is only natural for you to feel sad."

Fu Heng lowered his head and remained silent.

"But the dead are gone, and the living must live well." Qianlong paused and continued.

"Your Majesty is right. The dead are gone, and the living should live well." Fu Heng repeated Qianlong's words, but there was no anger in his tone, as if he was a body without a soul.

Upon seeing this, Qianlong said no more. He just looked at Fuheng deeply, then turned and left Changchun Palace.

Outside the mourning hall, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and flowers were blooming, forming a sharp contrast with the sadness inside.

Er Qing was dressed in plain clothes, standing at the bottom of the steps, watching the scene quietly. There was no sadness or pity in her eyes, only coldness and indifference.