The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

After calming down, Changning stared at the wooden hairpin in a daze, still unable to believe that Mengguqing was gone just like that.

How can it be? !

She suddenly remembered what Meng Guqing said to her before she left. She hoped that seeing this hairpin would remind her of him.

The more I think about this sentence now, the more meaningful it seems.

Could it be that...she faked her death?

That means Mengguqing decided not to come back when she left Beijing.

No wonder she took away the luggage and gave all the weapons and jewelry to Feng Sheng'e and Hutuli. At that time, Changning even laughed and joked, saying that she couldn't live like this?

Unexpectedly, she had already made up her mind to leave the Prince's Mansion.

The more Changning thought about it, the more she felt it was possible. The news from Tingfeng was obtained from outside, and Yinzhen's letter had not mentioned it yet. It was impossible for him not to tell her about such a big thing.

This is good too. Returning to the grassland should be more suitable for her.

After thinking it through, Changning ordered Chuixue and Nanny Zhang to keep a close eye on the gate, keep the news secret and not let the people below spread the news.

When Changning received Yinzhen's letter, she breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, Mengguqing was faking her death. This heartless man even hid it from her. She was really shocked!

However, Yinzhen wrote the letter very secretly. He would not write about such a big thing so bluntly.

Otherwise, she would have become Prince Guo’s “Noble Concubine Xi An”.

He used the secret code of the two people, which was the storybook written by Changning himself. After Shen Niannian faked her death, she returned and became Niu Hulu Niannian.

In his letter, Yinzhen mentioned, "I wonder how Niuhulu is doing these days."

Changning understood it at a glance.

Knowing that Mengguqing was still safe, she felt relieved of half of her worries. The rest of her worries were still about her.

Now that Prince Ujumchin and his wife have passed away, Mengguqing is the only one left. Can she survive?

The matter of faking death is a serious matter. The fact that Yinzhen agreed to it must mean that things are really not going well on the grassland. I hope Mengguqing has everything going well on this trip.

Reassured, she felt that she had to cooperate, so she closed the door to visitors and only said that she was extremely sad about Mrs. Qing's death and wanted to take care of her pregnancy.

When Feng Sheng'e, Hutuli and Fei Yang'a heard about this, they were extremely anxious and hurried over to ask Changning. Fortunately, Changning talked so much that they were so thirsty that they stopped crying.

In Fu Jin's main courtyard, mother and son were also enjoying a warm time.

"Honghui, have you adapted well to the palace these days? Can you keep up with your studies? Are you living comfortably?"

Seeing the concerned look on his mother's face, Honghui felt warm in his heart: "Don't worry, mother. We are adapting well to the living here. Royal Madam is taking good care of us. We can also keep up with our studies."

After saying this, Honghui coughed softly again. The weather has been getting cooler in the past few days, and his throat is feeling a little uncomfortable again.

Fu Jin couldn't help but sigh. Honghui's health had always been a concern for her. After so many years of careful nursing, although there was some improvement, he was still different from other normal children.

Especially the two elder brothers from Qingzhi Courtyard nearby, who often interacted with their sons, saw more of him. Hongyan was four years younger than Honghui, and it seemed that this boy was catching up.

Fu Jin gently took her son's hand and gently reminded him: "Now that you have entered the palace, your mother can't always take care of you. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell your mother. As for schoolwork, try to learn as much as you can. If you can't finish it, forget it. Don't stay up late to study."

Fu Jin also knew her son's temperament. Like herself, he was very competitive and wanted to be the best in everything. She also knew Honghui's worries. He wanted to retain his dignity as a brother, and he wanted to save face for himself. He wanted to be better than Hongyan in everything.

She looked at Honghui with a loving gaze, but her eyes were filled with sadness. She claimed to be a lady from a noble family, a woman from a wealthy family, and no one was more suitable to be a legitimate wife than her. But she was not a good mother.

She had indeed hoped that Honghui would excel and win more favor from Yinzhen.

But today, she heard the news that Qing Fujin's family had passed away. She couldn't help but feel very sad.

What could be more important than the reunion of mother and child and the joy of family?

If Honghui died young, just the thought made her heart stop and she dared not think further.

That's it. It's good enough if the child is healthy. He is the eldest son, Yinzhen's biological son, he will not ignore him. It would be best if he can get the position of the crown prince. If not, she doesn't want to force the child.

Honghui smiled gently, full of admiration: "Mother cares about me, I know."

Fu Jin looked at him carefully. Although the eleven-year-old boy had grown tall, he was still thin and frail. Horse racing and exercise did not make him stronger. Because of this, he had never been vaccinated. Fu Jin was afraid that he would not survive.

But now there is a rumor that the Emperor wants to vaccinate the prince's son, and I think these cousins ​​will want to join in.

"Honghui, you should rest early these days and don't study too hard. Take care of your body first."

Honghui felt very happy with his mother's care, but he was not prepared to be obedient.

Now that the cousins ​​are all studying together, it is easy to see the difference between them. He doesn't want to be cynical like Hongqing, playing truant and skipping school. He wants to stand out among his brothers. But his grades are not as good as Hongxi's, so he wants to study hard after returning home to see if he can improve.

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Fu Jin thought that he was already a grown-up boy, so she just talked it out and explained the pros and cons. It was time for Honghui to make his own decision.

"I've received news from the palace that you will be vaccinated in a few days. Vaccination for children is risky, and many have not survived and died young." Fu Jin's voice was faint, and Honghui's eyes widened.

Why is my mother suddenly speaking so bluntly?

Aren't you afraid of scaring him?

Fu Jin ignored his expression and said to herself: "You are my only son. If you are gone, how can I live?"

These words are very serious.

It was like a heavy drum hitting Honghui's heart.

He knew what his mother meant.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Fu Jin didn't let him go yet, so she decided to talk enough.

"Qing Fujin is gone, and her Abu Eji is also dead."

Honghui was suddenly shocked. This was the first time he heard that someone close to him had died.

A while ago, she was still so lively, and she even invited him to come over for barbecue with a smile on her face. Honghui always saw Qing'e Niang riding a horse and shooting arrows, and her skills were better than his father's. He used to secretly envy her.

When I first heard the news, it was a little hard to accept.

It seemed that Fu Jin wanted to teach him a lesson today and she no longer hid everything from him as she did before.

Because Fu Jin discovered that Honghui had his own ideas and he would make his own judgments. He would not just listen to himself or Yinzhen. You have to convince him in his heart before he will do so.