Jianqiu didn't speak; she knew that the Empress must have dreamt of Prince Honghui.
Whenever the Empress thought of Prince Honghui, she would be sad for several days, and her headaches would often flare up severely.
But she would always pull herself together soon enough, forcing a smile and acting as a dignified empress.
This is the first time it's been this serious...
She had already offered all the advice she could over the years. She was afraid that bringing up Prince Honghui would only make the Empress more heartbroken.
The Empress didn't want to hear Jianqiu's comforting words; she simply had too much to say and wanted to confide in someone.
"I dreamt that he looked just like he did back then, with a small body and a small face, not even as tall as my waist."
"He stood there all alone, his thin, frail body dressed in the clothes I personally dressed him for his burial, constantly calling out 'I am your mother'..."
"I ran over to hug him, but in the blink of an eye, Honghui disappeared without a trace."
"I kept running and calling his name. It was pitch black all around, I couldn't see anything, I could only hear his pitiful cries."
"I kneel and beg all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to let me see Honghui one more time. I will do anything to see my son one more time, even if it means taking my life right now."
"Later, the gods and Buddhas agreed, and I heard them call me Mother from behind. When I turned around, I saw Honghui wearing blood-stained clothes, with dark red blood dripping onto the ground, forming a pool of blood."
“Honghui stood there covered in wounds, blood dripping from his eyes and mouth, still calling out to my mother over and over again.”
“He told me to go back, saying that the underworld was no good, that it was cold and dark, and that there was only endless suffering there. He also said that he wanted to be my son again in the next life.”
At this point, the Empress burst into tears, crying, "Why is it that all the sins I committed have beenfallen on this innocent man?"
“Honghui has been suffering in hell all these years to atone for my sins.”
"I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong!"
“It is because of me that he cannot be reincarnated and has been suffering in the underworld. I am not worthy to be his mother.”
Jianqiu hugged the Empress and tried to comfort her, saying, "Your Majesty and Prince Honghui have a deep bond, and Prince Honghui will certainly not blame Your Majesty."
“The prince is willing to endure those punishments for the sake of the empress. If the empress is too heartbroken and harms her health, wouldn’t that be a betrayal of the prince’s good intentions?”
“Even if Prince Honghui knew this in the afterlife, he wouldn’t be at peace.”
"For the sake of the prince, Your Majesty must take good care of yourself."
"I still have many things to do, and this cannot continue."
Upon hearing this, the Empress wiped away her tears, looked at Jianqiu, and said earnestly,
"You know about those things. In the next few days, find some time to leave the palace, perform a religious ceremony for them, and set up a memorial tablet. Hopefully, this will dispel their resentment and allow them to be reincarnated soon."
"Also, Consort Fang in the Cold Palace should be well taken care of, and the imperial physicians should be sent to examine her privately and try their best to treat her."
"Fu Zi, don't forget those palace servants who suffered while serving me. Have someone send some more silver to their families as a token of my appreciation."
"As for those things that were arranged in the palace in the past, they should all be cleaned up."
"Those harmful things shouldn't be kept around..."
Jianqiu replied, "This servant knows and will do it for Your Highness as soon as possible. Your Highness can rest assured."
She didn't care about the lives or deaths of those people; she only cared about the Empress's moods.
If the Empress wants to do evil, she is the knife in the Empress's hand that kills. If the Empress wants to do good, she performs good deeds on the Empress's behalf.
Thinking that the Empress had been unconscious for so long and hadn't eaten since waking up, Jianqiu scolded herself inwardly for forgetting this!
"Your Majesty, you must be starving after sleeping for so long. The kitchen has been preparing congee and side dishes, just waiting for you to wake up."
"I'll have them bring it up right away, please wait a moment."
The Empress nodded, then realized that her hands were empty. She said, "Bring me my prayer beads first, then it won't be too late to serve the meal."
"I really should do something good for myself and Honghui..."
Inside Jingren Palace, no one knew that the Empress had changed her heart.
Like the chubby orange, the Empress Dowager believed that the girl fell seriously ill because she was jealous of the concubine's pregnancy, which brought back past memories.
Harboring resentment, he only sent Zhu Xi to visit Jingren Palace with some gifts, and did not go there himself.
The other concubines, after seeing this, privately felt that the Empress Dowager and the eldest daughter were too cold-hearted.
The Empress was the Empress Dowager's niece. She was usually respectful and filial to the Empress Dowager, but she never expected to be treated this way when she fell ill.
If it were them, who knows what would have happened.
Sun Miaoqing knew the inside story, so she wasn't surprised by the Empress Dowager's attitude.
She wanted to find something for Big Fat Orange to do, but for three days in a row, she sent someone to the Hall of Mental Cultivation twice a day, but each time Su Peisheng stopped them outside, and she couldn't even see a shadow of him.
I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the gutter.
After being rejected once, Sun Miaoqing said, "Go, prepare a plate of snacks, and I will personally deliver them to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
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