67 Martyrdom
◎Aren't you worried about me◎
"Give him this letter, and don't worry about the rest."
Rong Pan seemed to have guessed her plan. Although this move was risky, the chances of success were high. She would get involved in the game herself. Rong Qianyu Jueshi two years ago could not have thought of this method.
"Does Your Majesty really have to do this?" Rong Pan asked.
Rong Qianyu was bored, still fiddling with the chrysanthemums she had planted that morning. "He doesn't want me to be empress, does he? Then I'll be buried alive with the late emperor to show my filial piety and relieve him of his worries. Otherwise, no one will have a good life."
Her feelings for Fu Hua had completely severed. For herself, and for the sake of the people of both countries, she was determined to take the throne of Queen. Now that things had come to this, after waiting so long, risking half her life for him, all she got in return was a thoughtless thought.
In order for Fu Hua to secure his throne, she put aside her pride and did everything she was afraid of for him. It was not because they were husband and wife, but because they were the king and his subject, and she could do everything she could for the king.
Even though she was ridiculed by her father and brought trouble upon herself by provoking a new rival, she gladly accepted it for the sake of the Great Zhou. However, Fu Hua was unwilling to give her the throne of queen that was a natural consequence.
"Since he's going to burn his bridges, he can't blame others for turning against him."
The new emperor ascended the throne, but the position of empress had not yet been decided. Everyone would be worried. The previous dynasty preached to him again and again, and Bai Yi repeatedly comforted Fu Hua.
In the afternoon, Fu Hua took care of Bai Yi in the Cining Palace. Ever since the death of the late emperor and the rebellion of Prince Jin, her health has not been good and she is terrified at the slightest movement.
Bai Yi drank the afternoon medicine and began to persuade him again, "What are you thinking? The ministers submit memorials every day. It's been two months since I ascended the throne. The country needs to be stabilized, and the harem needs someone to manage it. It's time to appoint a queen."
Fu Hua listened to it but never followed through, only repeating, "I don't think it's urgent."
Bai Yi also knew that her son had always been stubborn and had poor taste. When he was a child, he had never seen any outstanding women and just liked that coquettish and slutty Cui Rumei.
"Do you want to establish Cui Rumei?" Bai Yi asked straight to the point.
Fu Hua's hands that were massaging her suddenly stopped, and he lowered his head without saying a word.
Naturally, he liked Cui Rumei the most. Among these women, he valued her the most. In order to make her the queen, he would rather be betrayed by reinforcements from other countries and ignore his original wife.
Bai Yi also made his point clear, saying righteously, "As long as I'm alive, I absolutely won't allow it. After I die, you can do whatever you want."
Fu Hua tried to gloss over the issue with a playful smile, "Of course I hope your mother is healthy. Don't talk about whether she will die or not."
Bai Yi didn't buy his tricks. Seeing his useless appearance, she got angry. "Stop talking nonsense. You must establish Qianyu, understand? Don't disappoint the people who risked their lives for you, and don't disappoint the Rong Kingdom. Especially, don't disappoint me and your father!"
The king of a country is so frivolous and yet he can still sit in power to quell the rebellion. It seems that her silly son is lucky and should not die.
He mostly ignored Bai Yi's words and didn't take them seriously, but when it came to the late emperor, he still had to take it into consideration.
Her two children always obey Fu Kang's words.
Fu Hua had just finished feeding her the medicine when Rong Pan rushed in, sweating and panting. "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother!"
Fu Hua was now paralyzed by the sight of someone from Rong Qianyu's palace, feeling guilty, fearing he'd be accused of taking advantage of his wife's family and then ungrateful. "What's the matter? Why are you so anxious?"
"The Crown Princess said to give this letter to Your Majesty. Please take a look." Rong Pan handed the suicide note that Rong Qianyu had prepared long ago to Fu Hua. He looked anxious and worried.
"What is this?" He opened the letter and stared at Rong Pan with a heavy heart.
When a new emperor ascends the throne, the Crown Princess will usually move to Fengyi Palace first, even if she is not crowned Queen immediately. Only Rong Qianyu has been living in her original palace for two months.
He also knew that he had let her down, but that was all he knew. He didn't pay much attention to any storms or rumors from the outside world.
"The Queen gave the letter to this servant and said nothing else."
Fu Hua opened the letter, took a few glances, and then jumped up in shock. "Oh no!"
This was her suicide letter. She felt sorry for her parents as a daughter, sorry for the late emperor as a daughter-in-law, childless as a wife, and a troublesome to the king as a subject. So she asked to be buried alive with the late emperor to show her loyalty and filial piety.
Bai Yi couldn't stand his reckless attitude and said disdainfully, "What's wrong? What did Qianyu write?"
"She wants to hang herself!" Fu Hua shouted.
"What!?" Bai Yi nearly fainted again after hearing these two words. Fu Hua was a little at a loss for a moment, "Mother, mother, call the imperial physician, call the imperial physician!"
Bai Yi's eyes were slightly blocked, and he kept patting Fu Hua, trying his best to calm down. "I, I'm fine. Go and see Qianyu. Why did she hang herself? What are you doing as her husband!?"
Fu Hua panicked. He had originally just wanted to quietly forget about it, so no one would object, but he didn't want Rong Qianyu to commit suicide because of it. Surrounded by the crowd, he rushed to Weixuan Hall. As he walked, he thought about what he had done in the past two years and couldn't help but worry.
According to Rong Pan, the Crown Princess ate and arranged flowers as usual today. In the afternoon, she said she was a little tired and refused to let anyone serve her. She also stuffed a letter into her pocket and asked her to deliver it to Fu Hua. Apart from that, she didn't say anything else.
Rong Qianyu, dressed in mourning clothes, with her hair tied up in a low bun, stood on a sandalwood stool and let down a long white silk silk. There was no fear in her eyes, nor any extraneous emotion. She then placed her head on the white silk and kicked off.
She closed her eyes, intending to wait quietly for her breathing to stop and disappear silently, but the sudden feeling of suffocation made her instinctively want to save herself, which alarmed the palace maid guarding outside the door.
When the palace maids pushed open the door, they saw Rong Qianyu struggling in mid-air. She was dressed in white and had a hideous look on her face. When she was rescued, her face was purple. The pain had been drowned out by the long-term feeling of suffocation, and there were clearly visible marks of strangulation on her neck.
When Fu Hua arrived, Rong Qianyu was lying on the bed.
He originally just wanted to put the matter of establishing a queen aside, and never thought that she would resort to such a desperate measure and test it with herself.
"I am ashamed. I have caused trouble to Your Majesty again..." Her voice was hoarse and she was in a hurry and coughed continuously.
Seeing her like this, Fu Hua suddenly felt compassion and took the initiative to ask about her condition. "Are you feeling better? What did you do to deserve to be buried with me?"
Her eyes were red and swollen, her voice was hoarse, her pale lips trembled uncontrollably, tears fell drop by drop, and she looked pitiful with tears hanging on her cheeks.
"I know that Your Majesty has always disliked me. As a woman of low rank, there is nothing I can do. As a subject, Your Majesty has wronged the late emperor. Then let me apologize. I will be buried alive with the late emperor to show my filial piety. Your Majesty has taken care of me for the past two years, and I am deeply grateful. I should also be loyal to Your Majesty and not embarrass Him."
Fu Hua was indeed a soft-hearted person. Seeing her like this, he couldn't bear to criticize her. He comforted her as if she were any other beautiful woman. "Fool, what does it matter if you die? Don't you care about the living at all?"
Rong Qianyu saw that this trick worked, so she continued to ask, "What does your majesty mean?"
Fu Hua wiped the tears from her eyes, held her little face in his hands, and promised earnestly, "I'm still going to make you the queen. Who will take this position after you die?"
“…” Rong Qianyu didn’t say anything.
Fu Hua probably felt that she was still in shock, so he repeated carefully, "I want to make you the Queen. I will only feel at ease if you sit in the Imperial Palace."
"I'm really scared. You know what I did when I was in Prince Jin's Mansion... Your Majesty, are you serious? You can't let me down again..."
They say strong women are afraid of clinging men, and clinging men are always afraid of this captivating soft knife, let alone such a wronged little pitiful thing. Today, since I am willing to hang myself, no matter how hard I try or what other means I use, I must achieve my goal.
"Okay, okay, don't worry. The emperor's words are final. I still have some things to deal with. I will come to see you tomorrow."
Finally, she tricked Fu Hua into making a promise. This matter had become such a big deal that the ministers of the previous dynasty would probably speak for her. She was determined to get the position of queen.
As soon as the person left, Rong Qianyu's expression changed. She didn't bother to wipe away the tears on her face. She looked at the hand that Fu Hua had just held, her face full of disgust.
Wei Xuantang pretended to be ill and no outsiders had been coming in or out in recent days. This gave Xue Ji time to come and see Rong Qianyu.
He was wearing the clothes of a young eunuch, standing at the door and looking at her, "Your Majesty, this move is really risky!"
"Jiming!" Rong Qianyu ran over happily when she saw him and hugged him. "Why are you here so late?"
"If you don't come, you'll throw yourself into my arms. Why don't I come?"
"Aren't you worried about me?" Rong Qianyu left Xue Ji speechless with just a few words, and he could only look at her and smile foolishly.
"I'm here to catch someone cheating." Xue Ji replied.
Rong Qianyu looked at his ill-fitting clothes and found it amusing. "You're just being stubborn." Who would dress like this in the middle of the night to catch someone cheating? "Well, I'll tell him I had a nightmare and ask him to come back!"
After saying that, Rong Qianyu wanted to go out and call for help, but Xue Ji held her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the face.
"Does it hurt?" Xue Ji looked at the bruises on her neck, unable to bear the pain, and reached out to touch her neck. "What if something really happens?"
"No, I know my limits," Rong Qianyu pulled his hand and begged for mercy in a half-pleading tone, "I won't dare to do it again next time."
"Did I lead you astray, or have you always been like this?" Xue Ji couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Maybe you and I are not good people."
Xue Ji took out the ointment and applied it on her. His heartache was visibly evident. He was reluctant to touch her, but she herself did not care about him at all.
Rong Qianyu also noticed his worry and coaxed him, "I want Lord Xue to write the edict for my conferment of the title of empress."
"Okay," Xue Ji applied the medicine to her seriously, and blew on it, "Then congratulations to the Queen."
The coronation ceremony, the honor and glory, are all what she deserves, but Fu Hua will never let her be so comfortable.
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