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Chapter 499: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 32

"You seem to like the contents of that atlas very much?"

Hearing this, Er Qing shyly buried her head in Qianlong's arms, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Your Majesty...what are you talking about...I...I don't understand..."

Qianlong felt even more excited when he saw her reluctant look. He lifted Erqing's chin and forced her to look at him.

"Qing'er, is there anything we can't talk about? If you like, I...I can accompany you..."

"Okay...but, the emperor should go to court now!" Er Qing gently pushed Qianlong away and reminded in a tender voice.

Qianlong pecked her lips again, not yet satisfied, and then reluctantly stood up. He looked at Er Qing's beautiful face, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of conquest.

This woman, who had originally been gentle, virtuous, and even a little boring in his eyes, was now like a slowly blooming poppy, exuding a fatal attraction that made him unable to stop.

"I will be back to be with you soon." Qianlong promised softly while putting on his dragon robe.

Er Qing lowered her head shyly and said softly, "Your Highness, I respectfully send you off."

After Qianlong left, Erqing's shyness faded, replaced by an indescribable complex expression. She stood up and walked to the window, looking at the towering palace in the distance, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"Fu Heng, in this life, you and Wei Yingluo will be very happy without me as an obstacle..." Er Qing muttered to herself while looking out the window, but a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. There was no warmth in that smile, but instead a bit of chilling coldness.

Unlike Erqing who was enjoying success in the Forbidden City, Wei Yingluo was having a hard time in the Fucha Mansion at this time.

She was already seriously injured, and although Fu Heng had invited a doctor, she couldn't get any good medicine to treat her because of the interference of old lady Fucha.

As soon as Fu Heng stepped out of the gate of Fucha Mansion, Madam Fucha, accompanied by a group of ferocious maids, rushed into Wei Yingluo's room.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Wei? How come you look so half-dead now?" The old lady glanced at Wei Yingluo who was lying on the bed. Her sarcastic words were like poisoned needles, as if they wanted to pierce countless holes in her body.

Wei Yingluo was already weak, and now the old lady's retort made her blood boil. She couldn't help but cough a few times, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

"You're joking, madam. Yingluo is just a servant. But you, madam, are in good health and full of energy. You are really enviable." As Wei Yingluo spoke, she struggled to stand up and salute, but was held down by the nanny beside the old lady.

"How dare you! Who are you to be so rude to the old lady!" The nanny had a strong build and a pair of rough hands that were like iron clamps, firmly restraining Wei Yingluo and making her unable to move.

"Who am I? I'm just a slave who is bullied by others!" Wei Yingluo smiled self-deprecatingly and looked straight at the old lady, her eyes full of stubbornness and defiance.

"you……"

The old lady was so angry at her stubbornness that she trembled all over. She pointed at her nose and scolded, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking! Don't you just want to seduce Heng'er so that you can turn a sparrow into a phoenix? I tell you, it's impossible!"

"The old lady has misunderstood. Yingluo has absolutely no improper thoughts about the young master." Wei Yingluo responded coldly, but a hint of bitterness rose in her heart.

She knew that the gap between her and Fu Heng was not only one of status, but also the insurmountable gap between her and the old lady.

"Whether it exists or not is not up to you to decide!"

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, she started coughing violently. A mouthful of phlegm was stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, and her face turned red.

"I have no improper thoughts about Fu Heng!" Wei Yingluo fought back unyieldingly, "I just wanted to find out the cause of my sister's death, but Er Qing framed me. Now the old lady is making things difficult for me, and even the medicine for my injuries is so perfunctory. Is this how the Fucha Mansion treats guests?!"

"How dare you make up stories about the Imperial Concubine!"

The old lady felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't catch her breath. Her vision went dark and she fainted.

"Madam! Madam!"

The maids and nannies around her were in a panic. They pinched her Ren Zhong acupoint and fed her water, but the old lady didn't wake up for a long time.

"What are you still standing there for! Go and call a doctor!" It was Madam Liu, who had been with the old lady for some years, who reacted faster and shouted at the maid waiting outside the door.

The little maids then woke up as if from a dream and stumbled out.

The room was in chaos. The maids were frantically pinching her philtrum and feeding her water, but the old lady didn't wake up for a long time.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! If you hadn't pissed the old lady off, how could she have fainted?"

"That's right! You're a jinx! You're a jinx! Nothing good has happened to you since you entered the Fucha Mansion!"

Seeing that the old lady had not woken up for a long time, the maids were anxious and afraid, so they vented all their anger on Wei Yingluo and cursed her.

Wei Yingluo sneered and let them vent their anger. She knew that it would be futile for her to say anything now, so she might as well wait until Fu Heng came back.

Soon, Fu Heng hurried back with the doctor. The doctor checked the old lady's pulse and gave her acupuncture, and the old lady finally woke up.

"Doctor, how is my mother?" Fu Heng asked anxiously, completely ignoring his own fatigue.

"My dear young master, the old lady fainted because of anger. Fortunately, she is in good health and is fine. She only needs to rest for a few days and she will recover."

"That's good, that's good." Fu Heng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to tell the servants, "Go, get my ginseng slices and make soup for the old lady."

"Yes."

The servant took the order and left, waiting for the old lady to go to bed, and then Fu Heng went to Wei Yingluo's room. He looked at Wei Yingluo with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Yingluo, you... why do you want to talk back to my mother like this? You know, she is old and can't stand your anger..."

Wei Yingluo said stubbornly, "I didn't! The old lady fainted, what does it have to do with me? I was just telling the truth. Just because I am insignificant, should I allow others to bully me at will? Even if what happened today gets out, I have a clear conscience!"

Seeing how stubborn she was, Fu Heng felt both distressed and helpless.

He knew that Wei Yingluo had been without a mother since childhood, so she developed the character of not willing to bow her head easily.

But now she is in the Fucha Mansion, if she continues to be tough, it will only make it more difficult for her to move forward.