Hayihu, holding onto the maid's arm, stood still, looking calmly at the other woman.
Wei Hanyu smiled and said, "Princess, why don't you stay a little longer with Her Majesty? Her Majesty cares about you and always looks forward to your visit."
After listening to Wei Hanyu finish speaking, Ha Yihu shook his head slightly, "My mother is busy, and I will be marrying into the Khorchin in a few months, so it is inconvenient to disturb her."
Upon hearing this, Wei Hanyu exclaimed in distress, her eyes filled with heartache, "Why does the princess speak like this? It would be painful for Her Majesty to hear it."
Her Majesty has tried her best in arranging your marriage, but ultimately, the greater good must take precedence.
Wei Hanyu's words were worse than nothing. Ha Yihu, who already had little patience left, exploded upon hearing them.
Looking at Wei Hanyu with a cold glare, Ha Yihu said that the Empress Dowager had worked hard, but in reality he was complaining that the Empress Dowager was a little unfair in treating her children.
Why should she sacrifice herself for her three children? Haven't she sacrificed enough? Just because of her newborn brother Yongcong, she was forced to marry into the Khorchin tribe, never to return to the Qing Dynasty. The Empress Dowager is truly heartless.
Wei Hanyu: ...
“Princess,” Wei Hanyu said, looking around anxiously, sweating profusely. “Princess, please be careful with your words. Everyone inside and outside the palace is watching Her Majesty. You must not cause any more trouble for Her Majesty at this time.”
Princess, just remember that Her Majesty cares for you and has truly tried for you. It's all in vain, alas…
Halfway through her sentence, Wei Hanyu seemed to realize what she had said and hurriedly shut her mouth. "Princess, please don't overthink it. I won't disturb you any longer. I'll be going back now."
After putting on a show of trying to conceal something obvious, Wei Hanyu circled around Ha Yihu before quickly returning to the rear hall.
Ha Yihu watched Wei Hanyu's departing figure, then turned and left thoughtfully with his maid.
What did Consort Wei mean by that? Could there be another hidden story? Empress Mother, thinking of her own mother, Ha Yihu couldn't help but feel heartbroken. She couldn't understand why, out of so many princesses in the Qing Dynasty, she had to marry someone else.
Is it simply because she is a noble legitimate princess? She would rather not have that title.
In the rear hall of Changchun Palace, Wei Hanyu laughed heartily upon his return.
Like a villain who has done bad things, Wei Hanyu exudes a sense of pleasure.
Ping'er, who was serving nearby, started to flatter him, her praise resounding loudly.
Wei Hanyu glanced at Ping'er but didn't argue with her further.
Ping'er chuckled awkwardly, "Your Majesty, shall we continue spreading rumors?"
Wei Hanyu snorted, "What, are you scared?"
Ping'er quickly shook her head, "No, no, Your Majesty, I just think that since the princess and the empress have already drifted apart, there's no need for us to continue getting involved in these messy things."
Having achieved their goal, they should stop and leave, instead of gilding the lily.
Ping'er muttered to herself that her master was still too greedy. Trying to sow discord in front of the Empress like this today could easily be exposed.
The Empress is the head of the harem; dealing with them would be as easy as crushing an ant. How dare they?
Ping'er sometimes admires her master's boldness, but she herself wouldn't dare. If her life and fortune weren't entirely in her master's hands, she might have chosen to play dumb and never get involved.
Wei Hanyu rolled her eyes at Ping'er, "What do you know? You can't be hesitant when you do things."
Furthermore, my sole purpose is not merely to sow discord between the Empress and her daughter.
Remember, some things are better left unasked. Send someone to continue making arrangements. I will explain to you when things have stopped.
Until she gives her exact orders, Ping'er must proceed according to the original plan.
Ping'er: ...Fine, anyway, you're the master, so whatever you say is right.
“Yes, I understand,” Ping’er nodded in agreement, hiding her dissatisfaction in her heart.
While Wei Hanyu continued to scheme against the Empress and her daughter to vent her anger, Consort Jia was secretly working hard to pave the way for her son, and Chen Yuwei sat in Yikun Palace watching the drama unfold in Changchun Palace and the Princess's quarters without saying a word.
There's not much to say; ultimately, it's all the Empress's own doing.
Whether it was out of greed for the benefits Jiafei had given him or to use Wei Hanyu to achieve his own goals.
The empress received what she wanted, but in return, she had to make some sacrifices.
All that's being sacrificed right now is the bond he's built with his eldest daughter over the years.
Did the Empress not know that her relationship with her eldest daughter had become so estranged so quickly, and that someone else was secretly behind it? She could probably guess something.
However, the Empress chose to leave it alone and focused all her attention on her youngest son, Yongcong.
Since she has already made her choice emotionally, it's no wonder that Ha Yihu is sad.
Ultimately, for Ha Yihu, a daughter was not as important as a son.
No matter how favored you are, when it's time to make sacrifices, you still have to obediently do so.
...
Because Hayihuhui was married to a Khorchin woman in March of the twelfth year of the Qianlong Emperor's reign.
Therefore, the New Year celebrations in the eleventh year of Qianlong's reign were rather dull and uninteresting.
The Empress and Emperor wore long faces, and the Empress Dowager did not appear. The entire New Year's banquet was held in an exceptionally oppressive atmosphere.
Chen Yuwei wasn't even in the mood to eat, especially since the banquet was hosted by the Empress. The dishes were served frozen solid, looking somewhat appetizing but actually tasting completely tasteless.
After patiently waiting in the main hall for an hour and a half, Chen Yuwei finally returned to the palace.
Chen Yuwei sent Xia He to the small kitchen to get some late-night snacks to tide her over, while she warmed herself by the rising charcoal fire, pondering the selection of imperial concubines over the past twelve years.
Yonghu was already sixteen years old (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning), the age when he should marry a wife.
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