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Chapter 516: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 49

Wei Yingluo in the room was unaware of Fu Heng's struggle. She was exhausted and her consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

"Fu Heng... I'm sorry..." Wei Yingluo used up her last bit of strength to utter this belated apology. She knew that she was too passionate and too paranoid, which eventually pushed him into the abyss and herself into a dead end.

Wei Yingluo endured this for several days, her skin and flesh festering and her high fever persisting.

The high fever seemed to melt Wei Yingluo's bones. She lay on the bed in a daze, her consciousness sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy. Occasionally, she would think of Fu Heng, his resolute back, the struggle and pain in his eyes. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that she could hardly breathe.

"Cough cough..." The violent coughing woke Wei Yingluo from her drowsiness. She struggled to get up, but found that she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

The wounds on his body festered even more due to the high fever, emitting waves of disgusting stench.

"Water... Water..." Wei Yingluo used all her strength to make a weak cry for help. However, the only response she got was the empty room and the howling cold wind outside the window.

Despair, like a huge net, tightly wrapped Wei Yingluo. She knew that she had been abandoned by everyone.

"Am I really going to die here?" Wei Yingluo closed her eyes weakly, two lines of tears slid down the corners of her eyes, staining the pillowcase with flowers of despair.

When Wei Yingluo was dying, the cold wind was howling outside the house, just like the day after her wedding to Fu Heng in her previous life that only Erqing knew.

"Fu Heng..." She used all her strength to grab the hand of the person in front of her, but she only felt something cold.

"Yingluo, I'm here." Fu Heng held her cold hand, and warm tears dripped on the back of her pale hand, burning his heart.

"I... cough cough..." Wei Yingluo wanted to say something, but she started coughing violently. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, staining the white sheets red, which was shocking.

"Don't talk anymore." Fu Heng wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth in panic, his heart aching. He knew she couldn't hold on for much longer.

Wei Yingluo shook her head, and using up her last bit of strength, she tightly grasped his hand, staring at him with burning eyes, as if she wanted to carve his appearance into the depths of her soul.

"I... am not afraid of death..." She uttered a few words with difficulty, her voice as weak as fallen leaves drifting in the wind.

"It's just... ahem... I don't want to... go... alone..." A dying person's words are kind. Wei Yingluo is no longer the eloquent and fearless girl she used to be.

"I'm sorry... Yingluo, I'm sorry..." Fu Heng choked up. Apart from apologizing, he didn't know what else to say.

Wei Yingluo shook her head and smiled weakly, a smile that contained relief but also a hint of bitterness.

"No need... to say sorry... cough cough... it's me... I'm too stupid. I'm too strong-willed. I just don't want to be inferior to Er Qing..."

"No, I am sorry for you, I have let you down..." Fu Heng closed his eyes in pain, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

Wei Yingluo raised her hand weakly, trying to smooth his furrowed brows, but her hand fell weakly in mid-air.

"Don't... blame yourself..." Her voice became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

"In the next life... let's not... see each other again..."

The last sentence was as light as a gossamer, but it was like a sharp knife that pierced Fu Heng's heart. He hugged Wei Yingluo's gradually cold body tightly, letting the tears flow freely, but he could never bring back that vibrant life.

"Yingluo! Yingluo!"

The wind and snow outside were getting stronger, as if they were crying for this sad love story.

When the news reached the palace, Qianlong was lying on Erqing's belly listening to the movements of their child.

When the news reached the Yangxin Palace, Qianlong was lying on Erqing's bulging belly with great interest, as if he was listening to some rare treasure.

"Your Majesty, listen, he seems to have kicked me." Er Qing said coquettishly, stroking her belly with one hand and holding Qianlong's hand with the other hand to press against her belly. Qianlong had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, with a gentle smile on his lips. He no longer had the majesty of an emperor in the past, and he looked like a young boy, at a loss.

Li Yu bowed his body and reported carefully: "Your Majesty, there is news from the Fucha Mansion. Wei Yingluo..."

"Hmm?" Qianlong responded casually, seemingly not paying attention to Li Yu's words, and still feeling the child's movements with great interest.

"Wei Yingluo has passed away." Li Yu gritted his teeth and finished what he was about to say.

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and the smile on Erqing's face froze. She carefully observed Qianlong's expression, but saw that he just said "hmm" lightly and said no more.

"Your Majesty, you..." Er Qing called out tentatively, but saw Qianlong slowly straighten up. There was no trace of the gentle smile on his face, only the indifference of an emperor and a hint of imperceptible disgust.

"He's dead, just a bondservant." Qianlong snorted coldly, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

"Qing'er is so happy now. Without this annoying guy, Qing'er feels relieved." Qianlong scratched Erqing's nose lovingly, his tone full of teasing.

"Then Your Majesty, do you think I should be happy?"

Er Qing's eyes were as charming as silk, but the corners of her eyes were deliberately lowered to hide a gleam of brilliance. Her tone held a hint of grievance, a hint of temptation, and a barely perceptible hint of pride.

Qianlong felt even more pity for the woman in front of him as he looked at her tearful face.

He held Er Qing in his arms, gently wiped away the tears from her eyes, and said softly, "Silly girl, I know you are unhappy, but in the harem, every step is a cautious one. Wei Yingluo has a vicious mind, and now she has ended up like this, it is also her own fault. Why do you have to trouble yourself for a dead person? In the future, if you don't like someone, just tell me, I will do it for you, right?"

"Good~"

Inside Changchun Palace, the atmosphere was so gloomy that it seemed as if a layer of frost had condensed. Empress Fucha Rongyin was leaning on the couch, her face pale and bloodless.

In her hand she tightly clenched a moon-white handkerchief, on which were embroidered a few elegant orchids, but now soaked with tears, it looked particularly sad.

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences!" Mingyu, the personal maid, had red eyes and knelt in front of Rongyin with a bowl of ginseng soup.

"Yingluo has passed away. You should also take care of yourself."

Rong Yin seemed to have not heard anything, and just stared out the window blankly, her eyes empty and confused. In her mind, she kept recalling every little bit of her time with Wei Yingluo: her sharp tongue when they first met, her help when they were together, and her eyes that always sparkled with cunning light...