Chapter 377 Yixiu 55
"You ask the prince to come and see me."
"I don't want it. If you want to say it, go and say it yourself."
Yixiu, who had just silently praised his own high quality in his heart, subconsciously finished his retort, then lowered his head and silently glanced at Rouze's body, which was basically paralyzed. After two seconds of silence, he changed his words:
"Tell your maid to invite him."
It's a joke. She doesn't owe her anything. Who is she trying to show off to? Yixiu won't go anyway.
"Go, go!"
Yixiu ignored her words and, as per the procedure, summoned Lianxing to inquire about Fu Jin's diet, and then summoned the imperial physician to inquire about Fu Jin's health. After completing the procedures, Yixiu left without Rouze saying anything, leading her men away.
If it weren't for the fact that Yinzhen was at his most conflicted attitude towards Rouze at the moment, Yixiu wouldn't have bothered to come over at all. Did she really think that she liked to serve a moody patient?
For the sake of survival, one’s character cannot be ruined.
Taking advantage of the fine weather today, Yixiu spent the morning getting things organized at the mansion. Barring any unexpected events, she'd have two days of rest in the next two or three days. Lying on the raised kang beneath the window, a copper stove at her feet, a hand warmer in her hand, and a bright fur blanket covering her, Yixiu sighed in comfort. She summoned Xiuxia to sit by the brazier and read from the half-finished storybook she'd read the other day. She felt so at ease that she didn't even want to eat dinner.
"Concubine, I'm afraid it's not good. The prince has passed away."
Yixiu opened her eyes instantly, sat up expressionlessly, and felt the two different temperatures inside and outside the quilt. She snorted with a forced smile, "I feel like I'm going to die now."
Walking from west to east in the cold wind, Yixiu pulled the strings of her bell and hurried over. Before she could catch her breath, she was about to ask Jianqiu to pour her a cup of tea when she heard Shiyue and Lianxing crying out from inside: "Fujin——!"
Yixiu: ...
Yixiu took a deep breath and stepped through the moon-shaped door. She didn't even take off the bell on her body. When she looked at Yinzhen, her eyes were red and tears welled up in her eyes. She said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, my sister..."
But Yinzhen, who seemed to have an angry look on his face, looked at her and finally sighed: "Your sister is gone."
Tears instantly rolled to the ground. Yixiu was supported by Jianqiu and rushed to Rouze's bed, but she saw that her eyes were open and her mouth was slightly open, and it was obvious that she was still unwilling to die.
Yinzhen also came over at this time: "Your sister still has resentment towards me..."
Yixiu felt tired again.
Fu Jin died with her eyes open. How could this kind of thing be spread? I say, you men, don't be so stubborn. She's about to die, just let her go!
Wouldn't it be nice to say a few words to her before she dies so that she can die peacefully?
Brother, you are still competing for the throne. Can you do a good job of public opinion work during the competition?
Yixiu felt like the second-in-command who couldn't get off the boat and was looking at his incompetent first-in-command. He just wanted to pull him down and take over himself.
Although she thought so in her heart, Yixiu's face still maintained a perfect sorrow: "No, the most important thing to my sister is the prince. Every time I come to visit her these days, she always asks me: Where is the prince?"
"Your Majesty, my sister doesn't blame you. She blames herself and God for not allowing her to stay by your side forever..."
Yixiu stretched out her hand and covered Rouze's eyes with it, "Sister, I will take good care of the prince in the future. You can go with peace of mind."
When she took her hand away, she saw that Rouze had indeed closed her eyes. Yixiu then asked Jianqiu to help her up, and asked Lianxing and Shiyue to change Rouze's clothes.
Rouze's funeral was very decent, and everything was done in accordance with the standards. Yinzhen naturally maintained appropriate grief while he was away. After the funeral, he stayed in the front yard for three months and wrote two elegies to express his grief.
From the beginning to the end, he controlled the balance just right, neither seeming heartless nor overly sentimental.
However, outside, the news of Prince Yong's wife's death did not make much of a splash. To be more precise, it was after Kangxi took everyone to Mulan for the autumn hunt that the news of her death ceased to make any waves.
After all, compared with the real unlucky Eighth Wise Prince Yinsi, the death of Prince Yong's wife who had been ill for a long time did not seem to be a big deal.
Yinsi gave the emperor a dying eagle that died soon after.
The impact of the "Eagle Killing Incident" that occurred in November was huge and far-reaching. It meant that another major force among the princes who were vying for the throne had suffered a severe blow, and the eighth prince, who was the leader, had completely cut off his possibility of ascending to the throne with the emperor's words "From now on, the father-son relationship between Yinsi and me is severed."
Unlike Yixiu's memory, the eagle was actually dead this time, which was a greater shock to the emperor. He was so angry that he couldn't get up. Until the next year, during the first month of the year, the emperor was still angry with his eighth son. He continued to stop the salary and rice of Yinsi and his subordinates, as well as the salary of his servants. Even a strong heart like the eighth son could no longer hold on and finally fell ill.
Meanwhile, Yinzhen remained silent on the news. He even strictly restrained his subordinates, forbidding them to take advantage of the situation and make things worse. Yinzhen himself also kept a low profile.
If possible, it seems that he would like to be invisible to others.
But it is really hard to ignore such an old son standing there, especially when compared with Prince Yong and his brothers who have either met with accidents or have long lost their qualifications, it is really obvious.
Probably the only difference is that he has a bad temper. At least he is not as popular as the Eighth Brother, who is so popular that even if he is directly expelled by the emperor, some people still think that the position of crown prince belongs to him, and the Ninth Brother and the Tenth Brother are willing to continue to follow their Eighth Brother as younger brothers.
But this is exactly what makes the emperor feel at ease.
Especially for an emperor who was seriously ill and old. His suspicion became more and more unreasonable as his health deteriorated, and he had almost no fatherly warmth left, which he gave all to his sons and grandsons who posed no threat to his throne.
Honghui, whom he once truly loved, is naturally no longer among them.
Yixiu had a vague premonition that in this life, she was like a butterfly flapping its wings, and at some unknown point, she had affected the storm, foreshadowing the storm's arrival early.
It seemed that the emperor was about to die.
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