Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 159 Getting burned

Concubine Chun could not hide her surprise, then turned around and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, the late emperor had already made a clear order to secretly appoint a crown prince."

"That's just the rule on the surface." Er Qing laughed, with a hint of sarcasm and helplessness in her tone.

"Her Majesty, have you forgotten that although the late emperor did not express it explicitly before, the princes and ministers of the royal family and the whole court all knew that the emperor was the future crown prince?"

Concubine Chun held her beloved son in her arms and was silent for a long time before she slowly spoke: "But the emperors of the Qing Dynasty have never had any legitimate son inherit the throne..."

"That's right!" Yu Hu chimed in, "The Second Prince hasn't grown up yet, who knows what kind of talent he will have in the future? Moreover, he can't have children, so how can we be sure that he can inherit the throne?"

Her words were too blunt and sharp. Concubine Chun couldn't help but frown and scolded, "Yu Hu! Don't talk nonsense!"

However, Er Qing shook her head and said with a wry smile: "Empress Chun, now that the Second Prince has taken the position of a legitimate son, he has won the hearts of the people in the world!"

She came here today specifically to force Concubine Chun to take action against Changchun Palace and force her to make the final decision.

Because she knew in her heart that as long as Empress Fucha was there, Wei Yingluo would be fine, so she had to attack the Empress first...

After Er Qing left, her words echoed in Concubine Chun's ears like a bell, making her upset.

Concubine Chun suddenly waved her sleeves, and the sleeves swept across the table, disrupting the jigsaw puzzle pattern that was already half completed.

Yongrong took a lot of effort to put together this pattern. When he saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, then his little face wrinkled and he burst into tears.

Yuhu quickly knelt down and picked up the tangram pieces scattered on the ground.

Yongrong's crying woke up Concubine Chun. She stared at him blankly, then suddenly hugged Yongrong into her arms and said in a sobbing voice:

"Yongrong, it's all mother's fault. I shouldn't have lost my temper so easily and scared you..."

Although Yongrong was young, when he saw his mother crying, he also sniffed and cried with her.

The two cried for a long time before they stopped. Concubine Chun took the warm towel from Yuhu and gently wiped Yongrong's face, as if she was treating a rare treasure, for fear of damaging this delicate and lovely little face.

After Yongrong's tears were wiped clean, Concubine Chun handed the towel to the maid beside her, turned to look at Yuhu, and asked softly: "Yuhu, tell me, what is the difference between Yongrong and the second prince?"

Yu Hu heard the reluctance and helplessness in Concubine Chun's words, and hurriedly comforted her: "Your Majesty, our Sixth Prince is no worse than the Second Prince!"

She paused and continued, "Not only is he not bad, he is even better than him in many aspects."

Concubine Chun chuckled, with a hint of doting and pride in her eyes, and agreed: "You are right, Yongrong is not only smart, but also considerate. There are so many princes in the palace, who can compare to him?"

However, when her eyes fell on Yongrong, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. She sighed slowly and said softly: "What a pity, the difference is just..."

She did not say that sensitive and heavy word - legitimate son.

This word was like a heavy mountain pressing on her heart, making her unable to let it go.

She knew very well that in the palace, the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children was like a natural chasm that was difficult to cross. Although Yongrong was so outstanding, he could never get the attention and treatment he deserved because of his different status.

Concubine Chun sat there silently, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She couldn't help but think of the advice Er Qing gave her before. Perhaps that was the only way to change the current situation...

But she really didn't want to hurt Empress Fucha. The two of them had been together for a long time and had a deep relationship.

At the same time, Wei Yingluo learned that Liu Baizhi had left the palace, and arranged for Xiao Quanzi to keep a close eye on her movements.

Finally, one night, Liu Baizhi left Zhongcui Palace, holding a package in her hand, and walked quickly towards Chuxiu Palace.

Wei Yingluo suddenly appeared and stopped her, staring at her motionlessly: "Ms. Baizhi, did you enter the palace for your sister?"

Wei Yingluo had been thinking about this question since the emperor's birthday banquet, and she gradually discovered that Liu Baizhi's eyes were exactly the same as hers back then.

She speculated that Liu Baizhi was most likely sent to the palace to avenge Liu Zhiheng. After all, according to the law, only one person in a family had to be sent to the palace as a slave. With Liu Zhiheng's sacrifice, Liu Baizhi didn't have to go to the palace at all.

Although Liu Baizhi knew that Wei Yingluo might know something about her, she never expected that Wei Yingluo would question her so directly.

She was startled, then gritted her teeth and said without disguising, "That's right! Wei Yingluo, just wait and see, I will never let you go."

After saying this, she turned around and tried to leave. However, Wei Yingluo reached out and grabbed her arm tightly, refusing to let her leave.

She asked anxiously: "Liu Baizhi, don't leave, tell me clearly, what does your sister's matter have to do with me?"

Liu Baizhi sneered, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes, and said disdainfully: "Don't pretend, I thought you were responsible, but I didn't expect you to be just a person who dares to do but not to take responsibility!"

"I have found out everything. It was you who had people spread rumors and deceived my sister. She was framed by you and ended up dying tragically in the Ministry of Punishment!"

Wei Yingluo was slightly stunned when she heard this. Liu Zhiheng's death did have something to do with her, but it was all her own fault.

Wei Yingluo shook her head helplessly and said to Liu Baizhi: "Miss Baizhi, you are very talented in investigating cases, but I did not force your sister to meet the Prince.

If you don't believe it, you can check it out carefully and you will find that your sister has actually been in contact with Prince He for a long time.

What's more, she wanted to harm my sister, so I set up a trap for her, but if she wasn't greedy, she wouldn't have fallen into my trap, right?"

After hearing this, Liu Baizhi's face instantly showed panic. What she was sure of in her heart began to waver at this moment.

She shouted anxiously: "Impossible, I don't believe it, you must be lying to me!"

Wei Yingluo looked at her, sighed, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Let me remind you again, if you really want to blame someone for this matter, go find Prince He and Concubine Yu.

If you seek revenge recklessly, you will only hurt others and yourself. Don't even think about framing us at Changchun Palace. You should know the consequences in your heart."

After saying that, Wei Yingluo turned and left. She knew that from now on, she had to be more vigilant against Concubine Chun and everyone in Zhongcui Palace. Perhaps she should also let Fu Heng take action... to prevent any trouble before it happens.

Liu Baizhi was left standing there, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind.

She clenched the sachet in her hand, not knowing for a moment whether she should go to Chuxiu Palace to see Qing agree...

After thinking it over, she gritted her teeth and walked towards Chuxiu Palace.