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Chapter 509: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 42

"The Emperor has arrived——"

As the eunuch's shrill voice sounded, the originally quiet inner hall suddenly became busy. Qianlong waved away Li Yu who wanted to come forward to help him and walked straight to the inner hall.

Fucha Rongyin was leaning on the bed, her face as pale as paper, bloodless. When she saw Qianlong coming, she tried to struggle to get up and salute, but was held down by Qianlong.

"The Queen is not feeling well, so please don't be polite."

Although Qianlong's tone was gentle, it could not hide the alienation between his brows. He looked at the frail woman in front of him. She was once gentle and virtuous, but now she was only haggard.

"I thank Your Majesty for your concern, but I am not doing well and have disturbed Your Majesty's mood..."

Fu Cha Rongyin's voice was weak, as if she was talking to herself, or complaining about the injustice of fate. She looked at Qianlong with a complex expression, with admiration, worry, and a hint of loneliness that was not easily detected.

"The Queen should just take good care of herself and there's no need to worry too much." Qianlong consoled her perfunctorily, but his eyes unconsciously drifted outside the palace.

He suddenly remembered that at this moment, Er Qing should be leaning on the couch, waiting for him to come back. She would be like a lazy kitten, looking at him with gentle eyes, acting coquettishly to him, and smiling at him...

"Your Majesty, are you...thinking about the one in Yongshou Palace?"

Fucha Rongyin's voice was very soft, but it was like a needle that suddenly pierced Qianlong's heart. He was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and said lightly: "The queen is overthinking. I am just worried about your condition."

"How could I not know what the emperor is thinking?"

Fu Cha Rongyin smiled bitterly and slowly closed her eyes. Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, leaving two shocking marks on her pale face.

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you for a favor..."

"You said."

"Yingluo has been away from the palace for many days. I miss her very much. I want Yingluo to come to the palace to accompany me."

Qianlong originally hated Wei Yingluo, a slave girl, but for the sake of the Queen's face, he agreed no matter how reluctant he was.

Qianlong looked at Rongyin, but his heart seemed to be filled with a layer of mist and he couldn't see clearly.

Thinking back on the past love and affection, it seemed like a lifetime ago. He didn't know what to say, or rather, he didn't want to say anything.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be embarrassed. I understand everything..." Rong Yin's voice was as light as a feather, but it weighed heavily on Qianlong's heart.

"I..." Qianlong opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything. What could he say?

"Your Majesty, I am tired and want to be alone..." Rong Yin closed her eyes and stopped looking at Qianlong. Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of her eyes and spread on the pillow, just like withered pear blossoms, sad and desperate.

Qianlong looked at Rongyin with mixed feelings in his heart. It's not that he didn't feel sorry for her, but this pain had long been worn away by Erqing's tenderness.

He stood up, gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Rongyin, then turned around and left Changchun Palace without looking back.

After leaving Changchun Palace, Qianlong felt relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He strode towards Yongshou Palace, where the woman he had been dreaming of was waiting for him.

In Yongshou Palace, Er Qing was leaning on the couch, flipping through the book in her hand boredly. When she saw Qianlong coming in, she quickly stood up and went forward to greet him.

"Your Majesty, why did you come just now? I have been waiting for you for a long time." Er Qing said coquettishly, with a barely perceptible resentment in her tone.

Qianlong hugged Erqing, kissed her on the forehead, and said softly: "I'm back now, aren't I? Did you miss me?"

"Of course I miss the emperor. When he is not around, my heart feels like being scratched by a cat. It is very uncomfortable." Er Qing said, leaning her head gently on Qianlong's chest, feeling his warm body temperature.

After hearing this, Qianlong felt relieved. He hugged Erqing even tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.

"Then I will only accompany Qing'er from now on, okay?" Qianlong's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of bewitching flavor.

Er Qing was secretly happy in her heart, but pretended to be shy, covering half of her face with a handkerchief, and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, what you said really makes me feel... Your Majesty's words are golden, you can't make promises so casually."

"Of course my words count!" Qianlong said, hugging Erqing into his arms and lowering his head to kiss the red lips that made him dream.

Qianlong's breathing gradually became rapid. He suddenly pushed Erqing down on the couch, as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her into his stomach.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing called softly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

"Qing'er, you are such a witch!" Qianlong growled.

"Your Majesty...child..."

Qianlong's movements suddenly stopped. He stood up hurriedly and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

“They seem to be moving…”

Qianlong held his breath and pressed his ear against Erqing's slightly bulging belly. For a moment, the sound of a pin drop could be heard in the hall, with only the slight breathing sounds of each other intertwined. Erqing looked at Qianlong tenderly, her eyes full of love and expectation.

"Your Majesty, did you hear that?" Er Qing gently stroked her abdomen with a happy smile on her lips.

Qianlong did not answer, but listened more attentively, as if he wanted to isolate the entire world and leave only him, Erqing, and their unborn child.

Suddenly, there was a slight fetal movement, like a butterfly flapping its wings or a fish leaping out of the water. Although it was faint, it was clearly heard by Qianlong.

"I heard it! I heard it!" Qianlong stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing with excitement, and hugged Erqing in his arms.

Er Qing fell into Qianlong's arms, feeling his strong heartbeat, her heart filled with the joy of victory.

"Your Majesty, what do you think? Will our child be a prince or a princess?" Er Qing asked in a tender voice, with a barely perceptible hint of ambition in her voice.

"I hope it's a prince who will inherit my kingdom in the future!" Qianlong said with great pride, gently stroking Erqing's belly with his big hand, as if he had already seen the scene of their child growing up and ruling the world.

"Your Majesty, you are biased. I also want a little princess as beautiful as me." Er Qing said coquettishly with a hint of anger in her tone.

"Okay, okay, everything is up to you. No matter whether they are princes or princesses, they are the apple of my eye!" Qianlong stroked Erqing's nose lovingly, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

Fucha Mansion.

"Is the Queen sick?" Wei Yingluo put down the scissors in her hand, frowned slightly, and felt a little worried. Since she left the palace and came to Fucha Mansion, she has not seen the Queen for a long time.

"Yes, I heard that you suddenly fell ill, and I urgently summoned you to the palace." The eunuch who delivered the message was anxious, with obvious worry on his face: "Miss Wei, please pack up quickly and follow me into the palace."