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Chapter 532: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 65

"Your Majesty..." She called softly, with an indescribable charm in her voice.

Qianlong's eyes darkened, he pulled Erqing into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips. His kiss was overbearing and passionate, with an unstoppable possessive desire, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Er Qing's consciousness gradually blurred, and she could only passively endure his passion. She felt like a small boat, drifting in a storm, completely lost.

After an unknown amount of time, Qianlong finally let her go. Er Qing collapsed in his arms, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling in a particularly alluring way.

Qianlong looked at her like this, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He reached out and stroked her cheek, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Qing'er, you really make me unable to stop."

Er Qing shyly buried her head in his chest, not daring to look at him.

"I heard that Concubine Chun and Concubine Gao made Qing'er unhappy today?"

When Er Qing heard Qianlong mention Concubine Chun and Concubine Gao, her eyes moved, her originally relaxed brows slightly frowned, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she was about to say something but stopped. Seeing her like this, Qianlong could not help but guess what was going on. He felt amused in his heart, this little devil, was playing hard to get with me again!

"Qing'er, you don't like them? Hmm? Don't worry, Qing'er, you can punish them however you want."

After hearing what Qianlong said, Er Qing did not show any joy. Instead, she sighed softly. There was a hint of sadness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which made her look even more pitiful.

"Your Majesty, I have no intention of being rude to them, but..."

Qianlong couldn't stand Erqing's weak appearance the most. It was as if she had suffered a great injustice, and he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms and love her well.

"Just what? Is there anything you can't say in front of me?"

"Your Majesty, you also know that I was originally just a little maid in the Empress's palace with a low status. Now I am favored by Your Majesty and have become your concubine. I wonder how many pairs of eyes in the harem are staring at me, hoping that I will make a mistake so that they can take advantage of me." When Er Qing said this, her voice was choked with sobs and her eyes were filled with tears, as if they were about to roll down at the next moment.

"How dare they!" Qianlong couldn't bear to see Erqing being wronged. Hearing this, he was immediately furious. He slammed the table and shouted, "Whoever dares to bully you, I will never tolerate it!"

Er Qing gently pushed Qianlong away, tears still in the corners of her eyes, but she forced a smile and said softly: "I thank the emperor for his kindness, but this is a matter of my dignity. If the emperor intervenes, it will seem that I don't know the rules and am being unreasonable."

Hearing her say this, Qianlong felt even more distressed. He held Erqing's hand and said softly, "Qing'er, I know you have been wronged, but don't worry, I am your support. No matter what happens, I will stand by you."

Er Qing shook her head, a sly light flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "Your Majesty, I am not such a weak person. I know that if I want to gain a foothold in this harem, I can't rely on Your Majesty for everything. I also want to become stronger and become a helper to Your Majesty, not a burden."

Qianlong was moved by her words. He looked at this weak yet resilient woman in front of him, and his heart was filled with admiration and love. He took Erqing into his arms and whispered, "Okay, Qing'er, I promise you, I won't interfere. You can do whatever you want. I believe in you."

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Er Qing didn't want to wait any longer. If she waited until after the Queen Mother's birthday, maybe that venomous Concubine Chun would do something weird again.

She knew that no matter what she did, Qianlong would not blame her.

Under the dim candlelight, Er Qing carefully stroked the brocade in her hands. It was the same dark blue that Fu Heng often used. It was calm and restrained, yet it revealed an indescribable coldness and arrogance, just like him.

Er Qing curled up the corner of her lips in a sneer, Fu Heng, it was I, Er Qing, who was blind in the past and fell deeply in love with you.

She picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. As the pen moved, lines of small characters appeared on the paper, exactly like Fu Heng's handwriting. In her previous life, she looked at his handwriting day and night, copying his style, and had already memorized it by heart. But now, when she wrote these words, there was no longer any ripple in her heart, only endless hatred and the pleasure of revenge.

Er Qing's fingers gently stroked the dark green tassel, and the touch was as familiar as ever, as if she could still feel the warmth of Fu Heng's fingertips. She copied this tassel stitch by stitch from the one Fu Heng wore around his waist back then, and even the buttons on it were made of the same material that she had specially found and polished bit by bit.

Er Qing had the tassel and the note delivered to Concubine Chun's palace quietly. When Concubine Chun saw the tassel and the note, she almost dropped the teacup.

"Fu Heng, this is Fu Heng's handwriting! This tassel is also..." Concubine Chun was so excited that she almost stood up. She grabbed the dark green tassel as if she wanted to crush it. This tassel and this handwriting were deeply engraved in her mind like a brand, making her unable to forget.

"Your Majesty, please be careful. This thing is too hot." The personal maid quickly advised. She had followed Concubine Chun for many years and knew very well what the tassel and the note represented.

"Hot? What is there for me to be afraid of now?" Concubine Chun smiled miserably, with a sense of desolation and sadness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Concubine Chun tightly grasped the note, her fingertips bluish white. She would never mistake Fu Heng's handwriting, and every word seemed to carry a burning temperature that made her heart tremble.

Changchun Palace, that was the place where the late queen lived. Why did he ask her to go there? Could it be...

"Your Majesty, do you want to go and take a look?" the personal maid asked cautiously, with a hint of tentativeness in her tone.

Concubine Chun didn't say anything, but just stared at the note, as if she wanted to stare a hole in it.

"Go, of course I have to go! I want to see what he wants to do!" Concubine Chun stood up suddenly, the hatred in her eyes was like a blazing flame, almost devouring her sanity.

The next day, Concubine Chun dressed up carefully, wearing a lavender Manchu dress, which made her skin whiter than snow and look pure and elegant. However, the lingering sadness between her brows made her look even more pitiful.

The next day, Fuheng was inspecting the palace, but was led to Changchun Palace by a young eunuch.

Fu Heng was uneasy all the way. He didn't know why the little eunuch led him to Changchun Palace. This was once the place where the queen lived. After the queen's death, this place was sealed off by the emperor. On weekdays, no one dared to get close to it except the palace maids and eunuchs who cleaned the place.

The Changchun Palace was silent, the sun shone through the window lattices, casting mottled shadows, but the air was filled with a strange sweet fragrance. This fragrance was almost imperceptible, and if you didn't smell it carefully, you would just think it was the smell of incense burning in the palace.