The room where Tong Wanle was imprisoned was small and secluded.
The doors and windows of the house were tightly closed, and the air inside was gradually becoming thinner.
As the air was drawn away, Tong Wanle's mind became increasingly clouded. She felt as if her soul was drifting away, drifting far away from this ruthless Forbidden City.
After more than half an hour, the eunuchs who were guarding outside pushed open the door, intending to send the person to the Shenxing Division for imprisonment.
Unexpectedly, when they opened the door, they saw Tong Wanle lying diagonally on the ground.
"Princess Tong is dead!" The eunuch stepped forward in a panic and placed his hand in front of Tong Wanle's nose.
Then, I stumbled and crawled out.
Oh my god, July is almost here, and I've touched a dead person. What bad luck!
The imperial physician, who had just returned to the Imperial Hospital and hadn't had a chance to rest for long, was hurriedly pulled back to Yonghe Palace.
The imperial physician, who had nearly died from exhaustion, examined Tong Wanle's eyelids and concluded: "Princess Tong was born weak and died of heart palpitations."
Wang Changzai, who was eagerly awaiting news, was both laughing and crying upon learning that Tong Wanle was dead.
A life for a life; her poor child, someone will always be buried with him.
But she would rather Tong Wanle live, so that Kangxi would have someone to help her vent her anger and thus show her more pity.
Now that she's dead, it's like a light going out; she's just lost a child for nothing.
With countless concubines and beauties in the harem, and her family background being unremarkable, she was destined to fade into obscurity and die of old age in the palace after half a year of recuperation.
The imperial harem is never short of beauties, nor of fresh flowers.
The affair between Consort Wang and Tong Wanle did not affect Tong Wanyan. In fact, Tong Wanyan did not show the slightest emotion or reaction to it.
Tong Wanle did say one thing correctly: she was born cold-hearted. She seemed affectionate, but in reality, she was ruthless.
Ultimately, the death of someone brought bad luck. When Tong Wanyan returned to Yuqing Palace, she first used pomelo water to dispel the bad luck, then washed up again before going back to her room.
After changing into comfortable clothes, Tong Wanyan went into the room and immediately saw Yinreng holding a book, sitting on the chaise longue by the window.
Such absolute elegance was dazzling and mesmerizing.
"My lord, I missed you." Tong Wan's heart leaped, and she threw herself into Yinreng's arms.
Yinreng helplessly tossed the book aside and looked at his beloved, who was nestled in his arms, with doting eyes.
"What's wrong? You only went out for a short while, and you come back looking so aggrieved. Who bullied you? I'll teach them a lesson for you," Yinreng coaxed gently. He patted her back lightly, as if comforting a child.
Tong Wanyan didn't say anything, but buried her face in his chest and acted very spoiled.
"You're always so spoiled. If you're unhappy about something, tell me." Yinreng indulged her in her coquettishness, thoroughly enjoying it.
"Your Majesty, Consort Wang suffered a miscarriage after being hit by Tong Wanle. Just now, Chunque said that Tong Wanle also passed away when I returned." Tong Wanyan's head was still buried in Yinreng's arms, her arms also wrapped around his waist, her words filled with unspeakable sorrow.
When she came into this world, the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Tong Wanle.
Although she schemed against her in every way back then, making you want to punch her, she was still a vibrant young woman.
“After all, we used to be family. It’s heartbreaking that she’s gone so suddenly. But we never got along, so it would be like I’m wailing like a cat crying for mercy,” Tong Wanyan said.
Yinreng was amused by her: "My little Yan is so cute."
Tong Wanyan blinked, not understanding what he meant.
“If it weren’t for my protection, if it weren’t for your good luck, if it weren’t for your intelligence and resourcefulness, you would have been killed by her a thousand times over. She has repeatedly tried to harm you, each move vicious. You have been lenient with such a vicious person, at most keeping her out of the house. Such kindness is not feigned compassion,” Yinreng comforted him.
That makes sense.
Tong Wanyan was comforted by him and immediately stopped feeling upset: "Yes, I'm a good person."
Yinreng couldn't respond to this; where did this self-praise come from?
"Are you happy now?" Yinreng laughed.
Tong Wanyan snuggled close to him, saying, "Of course I'm happy."
"Then I have something even more to make you happy!" Yinreng said with a mysterious smile.
Tong Wanyan curiously clung to his shoulder: "What's wrong? Is it related to my brother?"
“Truly clever. I just received news from the front lines that Father Emperor’s journey has been smooth, without any troublesome villains getting in the way. Prince Su is traveling with the army; the Hauge lineage is naturally warlike and possesses great talent for leading troops. He has been mentoring your two elder brothers along the way, enabling them to achieve many merits. If nothing unexpected happens, their official ranks should be at least promoted to the third rank after the victory,” Yinreng said.
Yinreng rarely mentioned national affairs in front of Tong Wanyan, but since Tong Qinian and Tong Ruita were her older brothers, it was alright for him to reveal a few unimportant details.
He trusted her and didn't need to worry about the news getting out and becoming public knowledge.
Tong Wanyan's eyes immediately narrowed into slits with joy: "You're such a good person, Master! Everything has gone smoothly for me since I met you!"
What does this have to do with Yinreng? But anything that makes Yinreng happy is a good thing.
She showered Yinreng with sweet words, and seeing that Yinreng was in a great mood, Tong Wanyan said at the right moment, "The Empress Dowager has taken the cat that you gave me."
"No wonder you were so sweet-talking earlier. I understand. I'll go find you another one later," Yinreng said.
While it's hard to find a Ragdoll cat exactly like the one in the picture, there are many others that are just as good-looking.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, Your Highness. Actually, I’d rather have a fox. White, chubby, with a big tail, how adorable!” Tong Wanyan wrapped her hand around Yinreng’s whip, looking at his bald forehead with regret.
Her eyes made no attempt to hide her thoughts, and Yinreng immediately understood what she was thinking.
Over time, he had gotten used to Tong Wanyan staring at his head with a look of regret.
But he dared not break the rules left by his ancestors.
Honestly, Yinreng, who studied Confucianism from a young age, was closer to Han learning than Kangxi. Looking at the long hair of Han people in ancient paintings, it is indeed more beautiful than the rat-tail braid of Manchus.
Yinreng reached out and covered Tong Wanyan's eyes to prevent her from glancing around: "Catching it is easy, but the fox smells pungent. Are you sure you want to keep it, Xiaoyan?"
Imagine how despairing it would be if Yuqing Palace became a fox den, with the stench of foxes everywhere you went.
Tong Wanyan pried his hands away: "Don't our fox fur coats smell good?"
“I don’t deal with fur,” Yinreng explained. “You like fluffy things, so I’ll catch you a ferret next time. Those things are not much different from foxes, and they’re beautiful and delicate.”
“No need for that. Since we don’t have one, let’s just get a chubby cat instead! Hongzhao and Tana are growing up, so we can raise a cat.” Tong Wanyan thought seriously.
Yinreng naturally went along with whatever she said: "I'll listen to you. I guarantee she'll be fat, short-legged, and have a big face!"
“You really understand me!” Tong Wanyan said.
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