After Yongcong cleared up all the misunderstandings, he reluctantly said goodbye to Fucha Yining.
He is a prince and has many things to deal with. It's already quite good that he was able to take this much time to come.
As for Fucha Yining, although the Empress allowed her to come out and play for a while, she was, after all, the daughter of a minister, and her time in the garden was limited; she could not linger outside for too long.
Seeing that the two had finished talking, Geludai, with his keen sense of propriety, walked over and took Fucha Yining away.
As she was leaving, she winked at her brother, as if to say, "Don't forget the good things you've done for me."
Yongcong chuckled and nodded. "Don't worry, I won't forget you."
Fucha Yining was unaware of the subtle tension between the two siblings; she was still reflecting on what the Third Prince had just said and felt somewhat guilty.
From a young age, her mother taught her to be generous and virtuous. Given the family's status, she was destined to be the wife of a prince or nobleman. She should not be jealous or possess the tolerance of a principal wife.
But when I heard the news about the Third Prince, I couldn't help but feel sad, which was really wrong of me.
I have to trouble the Third Prince to come and explain that I still haven't learned enough and haven't grasped even a fraction of my aunt's essence.
After this incident, Fucha Yining studied even harder after returning home, trying to figure out how to be a perfect prince's consort and how to be a virtuous empress like her aunt, Empress Xiaoxian.
After Geludai and Fucha Yining returned, Yunyi and Yehenara Wanrou had finished their conversation.
Yunyi let the mother and daughter stay for lunch before letting them go home.
In the evening, when Yongcong finished his work and came to pay his respects to Yunyi, his mother kept him behind and asked him a few questions.
"Have you explained everything clearly to Yi Ning?"
"Mother, don't worry, I've made myself clear. Thanks to your reminder, otherwise I'm afraid Yining would have misunderstood."
At this point, Yongcong couldn't help but feel fortunate that his mother had reminded him, otherwise he wouldn't have known that Yining would misunderstand.
Knowing that her son had this intention, Yunyi still wanted to give him a few pointers.
"Although you and Yining grew up together as childhood sweethearts, she is a dignified, polite, well-behaved, and sensible girl."
"But don't forget, she's still young and has her own little girl emotions. If there's any misunderstanding, you should explain it away promptly and not let it affect your relationship."
Yongcong listened quietly, nodding occasionally. "Mother, don't worry, I know everything."
"That's good. Your mother just hopes that you and Yining can get along well. After your father bestows the marriage upon you, you and Yining must live a good life together."
Yunyi and Wanrou are good friends, and she also likes Fucha Yining very much. Naturally, she hopes that she and her son can get along well and become a loving couple.
Of course, she was very satisfied with Fucha Yining's upbringing. In this ancient era, Yunyi believed that she could do a good job as an empress.
After finishing that story, Yunyi spoke seriously to her son about another matter.
“These days, your mother has been very uneasy, as if something is about to happen. Please keep an eye on your father recently, as your mother is worried about him.”
At first, Yongcong thought his mother was implying that something was about to happen to her, but he never expected that she would end up talking about his father.
Although he was puzzled, he obediently agreed and decided to pay close attention to the people and things around his father in the future, and to be careful.
Once Yongcong went back to rest, Yunyi felt relieved and told her son about it, assuring him that he would be careful and there was no need to worry.
"Host, what's going on? What are you and Yongcong talking about? I don't understand." The curious little Qi asked again.
Yunyi smiled but said nothing. "Xiaoqi, if you want to know, just wait and see. You'll find out when it happens."
After Yongcong returned, he kept a close eye on things around Qianlong every day while he accompanied him.
Several days passed, and he still hadn't discovered anything. But since it was his mother who had told him to keep an eye on things, he continued to pay attention.
At midnight, while everyone was sound asleep, a fire suddenly broke out at the Jiuzhou Qingyan Restaurant.
Emperor Qianlong was also fast asleep. He had been reviewing memorials late into the night, so he did not summon his concubines to his bedchamber. Instead, he rested alone in his residence at Jiuzhou Qingyan.
The candlelight was burning brightly, and as it danced and leaped, it crossed the boundary and burned the gauze curtain next to it.
In his sleep, Emperor Qianlong felt extremely hot and was somewhat puzzled in his half-awake state.
Living in the garden, and with Kyushu Qingyan being a cool place, plus ice being used at night, how could I feel hot?
The heat not only didn't disappear, but grew stronger and stronger. In the end, Qianlong couldn't sleep anymore, so he opened his eyes, sat up, and looked outside.
Upon closer inspection, Emperor Qianlong was horrified to discover that the outside was on fire.
Moreover, because it was discovered late, the fire outside was already very large, and the way out was blocked by flames, so he couldn't get out at all.
At this moment, Emperor Qianlong was filled with anger. He wondered what the eunuchs on night duty were doing, why the Jiuzhou Qingyan banquet had caught fire, and why no one was at ease after the fire started.
Many names flashed through his mind. Was this a natural disaster or a man-made one? And who was behind it?
However, these matters can only be investigated after he gets out. The most urgent task is to figure out how to safely escape the inferno.
Emperor Qianlong picked up the teapot beside his bed and pondered carefully which direction to break through. After a moment, he made up his mind, poured the water from the teapot onto himself, gritted his teeth, and rushed out.
But it seemed that fate was against him. Enduring the scorching flames, he rushed out only to find another sea of fire.
His heart was heavy, but he couldn't care less about anything else at the moment. Qianlong ran towards the area where the fire was less intense.
Ancient buildings were all made of wood, and when they caught fire, the houses burned very quickly, and the wood became very loose.
Just as Qianlong was lowering his head to escape, the roof beam above his head swayed precariously and fell down towards his back.
A tremendous force struck from behind, and Qianlong, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground.
He struggled to move but couldn't break free. And because he had breathed in too much hot air, Qianlong felt a little dizzy.
He felt utterly hopeless. Was he really going to die here today?
His head was getting dizzier and dizzier, and it felt like something heavy was pressing on his eyelids. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift them. He was feeling drowsy and was about to lose consciousness.
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