Not daring to delay, the emperor personally went out of the city to bring his seriously ill mother back to the imperial city to recuperate.
After being in a coma for five days, Fu Qianyu finally woke up. Looking at her eldest son sitting beside her bed, a smile spread across her frail face. "Don't you have to attend court? Why are you hanging around me? Just do what you need to do."
Emperor Yongzhao sat by the bed, holding a medicine bowl. He was nearly fifty years old, but his eyes were red and he cried like a child. "Mother, please don't leave your son, okay?"
Fu Qianyu narrowed her eyes and smiled, scolding: "You are already a grandfather, how old are you and still looking for a mother?"
Emperor Yongzhao coaxed his mother to laugh: "Even if my son is eighty years old, I will still be happy if you call me mother every day."
"My child, I gave birth to three of you brothers in my life, but I feel the most sorry for you."
Hearing his mother's words, Emperor Yongzhao suddenly clenched his fist around the medicine bowl. He heard his mother continue, "Although you and Yi'er are twins, you were the eldest son and left me when you were less than four years old. Compared to your two younger brothers, I owe you far more."
"Mother, I have never blamed you. I still remember what father and I said, that the first thing to learn in an imperial family is to give up friendship, love, and even family affection. But I feel that I am happy. Although I did not grow up under your wing, I know that you are thinking about me. You would quietly watch over me on the way home from school. When I was sick, you took care of me by my bedside. You would rather bear the infamy than let me fill the harem, so that I could have a peaceful and harmonious life. The queen is virtuous and the concubine is generous. Looking back at the past dynasties, how many emperors can be as free as me? It is because of this that I can show my talents in the previous dynasty. I am only grateful to you, how can I resent you?"
Fu Qianyu sighed deeply, tears gradually blurring her eyes: "Good boy, good boy..."
As she was speaking, the little great-grandson came trotting in, holding a bunch of freshly picked peach blossoms in his hand. He held it in front of Fu Qianyu and said in a baby voice, "Grandma, the peach blossoms outside are in bloom. How about I go fly a kite with you?"
"Okay, but Great Grandmother is not feeling well. Can you wait a few days?"
The little guy slowly crawled to his great-grandmother's side and nodded innocently: "Then great-grandmother, can you tell me a story?"
"What do you want to hear?"
"I want to hear stories about my great-grandmother's youth..."
Emperor Yongzhao quietly retreated, and the tender voice of the child behind him gradually faded away. He could vaguely hear his mother talking to her grandson about the time when she first entered the Eastern Palace.
Everyone waited outside until an incense stick of time had passed before the little guy ran out again, "Grandpa Emperor, Great Grandmother is asleep... Yun'er can't wake her up..."
At this moment, petals blew into Fu Qianyu's room on the breeze. Suddenly, she felt like she was back in the real world...
Back to the bustling 21st century.
In the spring of the 28th year of Yongzhao, Empress Dowager Yide passed away!
May you live without worries every year and enjoy long-lasting happiness!
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