"Go ahead and get busy."

"Yes, this servant will take her leave."

Chen Yuwei looked up and watched the other person leave. After pondering for a moment, she simply got up and walked around the empty main hall.

Staying outside is definitely not an option, as it would easily incur Fucha Jin Yi's resentment and subject her to inexplicable suspicion and resentment.

This time, I'll just follow the crowd and go through the motions before heading back to the palace to lie low.

Chen Yuwei muttered to herself in the main hall, while Fucha Jinyi in the adjacent side hall was crying and fainting repeatedly, still unable to process what had happened.

Yonglian's passing was too quick and too sudden. Even though Fucha Jinyi had prepared herself mentally, she still didn't get to see her son one last time.

Looking at her blurred vision obscured by tears, Fucha Jinyi slowly reached out and covered her mouth, trying her best not to make a sound.

No, she is the Empress, you cannot call her that!

"Your Majesty, you..."

"The Emperor hasn't arrived yet?"

Fucha Jinyi turned her head with a trembling voice, her eyes indifferent, the whites of her eyes surrounded by hideous and terrifying red blood vessels.

Dong Han was so frightened that her heart stopped. She hurriedly shook her head and reassured him that it would be soon, that the Emperor was on his way and would arrive shortly.

"Go and make the arrangements. We'll discuss everything once the Emperor enters."

The force of the blow was so great that Dong Han couldn't stand up and was pushed away by Fucha Jin Yi with both hands.

Dong Han opened his mouth as if to speak, but then stopped himself, and in the end, he could only turn around and leave.

The atmosphere in the side hall was strange; Yonglian's place had already been tidied up by the palace servants.

If it weren't for Yonglian's pale face and the fact that his chest wasn't rising and falling, anyone who saw him would have thought that the child was just asleep, not already dead.

Fucha Jinyi stood by the bed, staring blankly at the motionless child, without uttering a word.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps behind them, and a voice even more robust than a woman's rang out, "Yonglian, where is Yonglian? Wasn't he supposed to be getting better? How could this happen? What are the imperial physicians good for?!"

The harsh roar was deafening.

Fucha Jin Yi couldn't help but burst into tears. She turned her head slightly and called out "Your Majesty," freezing Hongli in place.

The feeling was like being struck by lightning, and Hongli opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't utter a word.

Like a wild beast being choked, Hongli had no idea how to get through this.

The son on whom so many hopes were placed is gone!

The couple, who were of one mind, couldn't stop crying as they faced each other.

After a long while, Fucha Jinyi could no longer hold on and her body swayed precariously.

"Empress, Yonglian."

"Your Majesty, Yonglian..."

The two spoke at the same time, then fell silent, choked with sobs. What could they say? Their son was truly gone.

...

Chen Yuwei did not get to see the Empress and the Emperor. After sitting for a while, she was taken away by Dong Han, who had rushed over.

The others were even worse off than Chen Yuwei; they were stopped before they could even enter the gate of the prince's residence.

The worst off was Jin Xiangling, who had just announced her pregnancy; she didn't know what expression to make.

As Chen Yuwei brushed past Jin Xiangling, she even heard Jin Xiangling grinding her teeth.

Ugh, that's really unlucky.

However, she had only herself to blame, and Chen Yuwei had no sympathy for her.

Xia He was waiting outside the door, and when she saw Chen Yuwei come out, she quickly went to greet her.

Chen Yuwei put her hand on the other person's shoulder and whispered, "Let's talk about it when we get back to Yikun Palace."

Xia He replied "yes," then turned and helped Chen Yuwei into the sedan chair, quickly departing.

The journey from the prince's residence back to Yikun Palace took a little longer than usual.

Telling Xia Yu, who remained in Yikun Palace, not to forget to tip the eunuchs who carried the sedan chair, Chen Yuwei hurried into the hall and immediately asked Yonghu and the other two how things were going.

Xia He breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, Master, the princes are all well."

"Just as I arrived, the princes were returning from their study."

There wasn't even time to play around.

Even when Xia He arrived, Yong Hu and the other two found it strange.

Xia He didn't hide anything and explained the current situation of the prince in a few words.

When Xia He left, she instructed the servants around Yong Hu and the others not to worry that they wouldn't take it seriously.

Chen Yuwei nodded in satisfaction, "Good job, you handled this matter very promptly."

Xia He dared not take credit, saying, "It was all arranged by our master, who was incredibly insightful."

Chen Yuwei waved her hand, her expression more peaceful than when she was at the Prince's residence, "Alright, let's not talk about these trivial things."

Now that the legitimate son has passed away, the Emperor and Empress will surely be grieving for some time.

As expected, Changchun Palace will likely be bustling with activity. "The Emperor and Empress are still young, and if they try their best, they will definitely have another legitimate son."

At times like these, a favored concubine like her shouldn't bother going over there.

He whispered a few words to Xia He, and asked someone to find an opportunity to give Wu Shulai more advice, to try to avoid mentioning them, mother and child, in front of the Emperor as much as possible. He also instructed Xia He to prepare gifts and not to forget Jin Xiangling, who was pregnant. Although Jin Xiangling's pregnancy was a bit untimely, it was still the Emperor's child, and the proper etiquette still had to be observed.

Xia He: ...

Xia He nodded, and couldn't help but add that Qixiang Palace would choose a date.

Well, there are still several more rituals to come. Even before he was born, we have to pray for his older brother. Where did we choose him from?

Chen Yuwei sighed helplessly, "It's so awkward. Consort Jia didn't know that Prince Yonglian's health was so poor."

Originally, Jin Xiangling wanted to avoid Yonglian, probably thinking that it was better to do it sooner rather than later.

As it turned out, it happened at just the right time, neither too early nor too late, and we couldn't avoid it.

Both master and servant felt a strange sense of relief. "It's better for me to die than for my friend. If Consort Jia is unlucky, then they will definitely be relieved."

Consort Jia, Jin Xiangling, who was the subject of their gossip, also had a headache.

The main reason was that Consort Jia herself did not expect to have such bad luck in choosing a date. Of all the days she could have chosen, she had to pick a day when Prince Yonglian was about to die.

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