Empress Tong stared unblinkingly at the little prince in her arms, whose breathing was growing weaker, her heart completely numb.
She was never destined to be a mother in her life.
The sadness in his eyes was overwhelming, and his entire demeanor was filled with despair.
The wet nurse was still trying to comfort her, not wanting her mistress to appear so heartbroken.
Empress Tong opened her somewhat hoarse mouth and spoke to the wet nurse with difficulty, word by word.
The once melodious and pleasant girl's voice became hoarse and unbearable.
"Granny, please help me find that... bright yellow... satin embroidered... gardenia and butterfly... dress."
"Even if I die, I will... be beautiful and radiant."
"Go now...invite His Majesty over. I'm afraid...if I wait any longer, I'll never see him again."
The wet nurse's originally stern face was now completely covered in tears.
"This old servant will send someone to invite her immediately, and will make sure that Her Majesty can see her one last time."
Empress Tong smiled indifferently, holding the Fifteenth Prince tightly in her arms, unsure if he was even breathing.
He took a few deep breaths, and then a violent coughing fit ensued.
"Cough cough...cough...Well...no need, I'll explain to you first."
After coughing for a while, my speech became much smoother.
"After I die, you will do as I say and go to take care of the Fourth Prince. You must not allow him to go back to that wretched woman, Wuya."
"Otherwise, I won't feel at ease even underground. You must help me, Granny."
Empress Tong carefully kissed the silent Fifteenth Prince in her arms.
"At that time, Little Fifteen will be buried with me. He's so young, he'll definitely be afraid of being alone."
"And my baby, dig her up and bury her with me, otherwise I'm afraid she won't have any descendants in the afterlife."
Empress Tong raised her head and stared blankly at everything above her, as if she had come to a realization, and her tone became a little lighter.
"Let His Majesty choose a quiet mountain for me, so that I won't be buried with them. I've been fighting my way through life, and in the end, I have nothing."
"I didn't expect that once we got down there, we'd still have to fight for it."
"Keep those two letters safe. After my funeral is over, write them to my father."
"The other letter will be given to His Majesty directly when he arrives at Chengqian Palace."
"Please convey my message: I wish my cousin, the Emperor, a long and carefree life."
At this point, Empress Tong laughed. Yes, he must live to be a hundred years old. She wanted to see what would happen when her sons grew up, especially the crown prince whom she had personally raised.
Everyone's eyes were gleaming with greed as they stared at the chair he was sitting on.
Can he be carefree?
May you live to be a hundred years old.
Empress Tong murmured to herself, but her voice was too soft for the wet nurse to hear clearly.
Empress Tong looked into the distance, as if she saw her daughter and her crying little son waving and calling to her. With a smile on her face, Empress Tong slowly closed her eyes.
I wasn't sad at all when I died.
The wet nurse had calmed down and wiped away her tears. She couldn't collapse; she still had to avenge the Empress.
No matter who it is, she won't let any of them go.
The wet nurse rested her head on a face, her face covered in signs of death.
The wet nurse looked at the lifeless mother and child on the bed. Empress Tong was as beautiful as a flower, but her face was pale.
Remembering that her mistress loved to look beautiful and had just said she wanted to wear her most beautiful dress, the wet nurse quickly ordered people to help the mistress with her hair and makeup.
The wet nurse personally picked up the makeup tools and applied exquisite makeup to Empress Tong, adorning her with dazzling jewelry and carefully tidying up everything on her.
Even the young prince wasn't spared, and was dressed in festive little clothes.
After the wet nurse finished tidying up, she looked at Empress Tong lying on the bed as if she were asleep as usual.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks; she cried silently.
When Kangxi arrived at Chengqian Palace, it was quiet inside, as if there was no human presence at all.
The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, had already received the news. Dressed in plain clothes, with a vacant look in his eyes, he knelt by the bed, silently shedding tears.
When Kangxi walked in, he saw this scene and stumbled a couple of times. Fortunately, Liang Jiugong, who was nearby, was quick-witted and nimble and helped Kangxi up.
Kangxi looked at his little cousin lying on the bed, dressed exquisitely, wearing familiar clothes, with a peaceful expression.
My heart ached uncontrollably, and my eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Duofu had just taken a nap under the bed when he woke up to the sound of crying outside.
I'm a little out of sorts.
Seeing the dark underside of the bed, he was still thinking that he was under Empress Tong's bed and hadn't left.
It had been so long since anyone had spoken that I assumed all the servants had left, so I couldn't help but fall asleep.
Who would have thought that I would wake up like this?
Empress Tong died just like that, not even a day ago.
It wasn't even completely dark outside yet, and Kangxi's imperial edict for a marriage to bring good fortune was rather inauspicious.
Historically, it has been said that Emperor Kangxi was somewhat unlucky in his wives' lives.
None of his empresses lived long.
Empress Xiaochengren, of the Hesheli clan, died in childbirth while giving birth to the Crown Prince.
Empress Xiaozhaoren, of the Niohuru clan, died of a serious illness a year after becoming empress. She was in good health, but died of a serious illness in just one year.
Consort Tong became Empress, but died less than a day later.
Consort Tong was already in poor health, and on the very first day he made her empress, her health deteriorated further; she was cursed to death by him.
If she hadn't been made empress, she might have been able to endure it for a few more days.
Duofu, hiding under the bed, couldn't help but analyze the situation rationally.
The more Duofu analyzed it, the more he felt that his thinking made sense. This Kangxi was a typical example of someone who would bring misfortune to his wives. Otherwise, no matter how many empresses he had, none of them would have a good ending.
Duofu hadn't seen Kangxi by his bedside yet, looking heartbroken that his little cousin had died.
Otherwise, I'd like to say something, regardless of my position.
This is what a scumbag is like.
If someone wants you to grant them a request before they die, you have to think it over and over again, and in the end, they leave with regrets.
Now that they're dead, what's there to be sad about?
We might even have to set off firecrackers to celebrate the passing of our domineering and arrogant little cousin from the palace.
At this moment, Kangxi was truly heartbroken; he still had some genuine feelings for his little cousin.
When the other concubines in the harem heard the news, no matter how sad or heartbroken they appeared, they shed tears.
Deep down, I felt an indescribable sense of elation.
The mountain that had been weighing on their heads was finally gone, even though they had been made empresses.
So what?
She was also unlucky; she died of illness shortly after being crowned empress.
If you're not destined to be an empress, don't even think about becoming one.
Look at this, isn't this the consequence?
If you're not destined for it, don't expect to get what doesn't belong to you.
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