The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

Listening to Hongzhao chattering about interesting things in the mansion with great energy, Hongyan and Honghui, who had been tense in the palace, gradually relaxed.

They were just teenagers, and they had long been aware of the panic in the palace and the undercurrents below.

Not only were the palace maids in the Qianqing Palace affected, but even some of the ladies in the harem whom they had seen before disappeared without a trace.

The other people around him didn't even dare to inquire for the news, but they knew roughly how many people had died every day.

When they first heard that more than ten people had died, they were so scared that they couldn't sleep all night.

Even though they were from noble families, they still did not expect to take people's lives.

Later, the number gradually increased to twenty, thirty, fifty...

Hongyan felt so terrible.

But what is more terrifying than the deaths of these people is that even though so many people died every day, the other brothers, the ladies in the harem, and Concubine De all pretended not to know about it and still smiled every day as if nothing had happened.

Even if they cared, they were only concerned about the emperor's health. No one asked where the executed palace maids had gone, and no one cared whether they had relatives at home.

It was as if these people's lives were not worth mentioning in their eyes.

He didn't even dare to ask about Hong Yan himself, and he didn't even dare to mention it to Empress Defei who seemed to love them very much.

He didn't know why, but he knew better than to ask.

This may be the rule of survival in the palace.

He didn't like this rule and even felt a deep disgust towards the palace.

When he was lying in bed at night, he would secretly open the window and look outside. There was no custom of lighting a candle at the door of Yonghe Palace. Only at E'niang's place and in Qingzhiyuan did that.

Even in the dead of night, there was always a candle burning at the door of Qingzhiyuan for lighting.

And in the palace at night there was only darkness that seemed to have no end.

This darkness was like a whirlpool, the more he looked at it, the more he felt he would be sucked into it. It was also like a monster, lurking somewhere, waiting for him to look out, and then it would eat him up in one bite. He would die without a burial place.

Hongyan didn't dare to look anymore. He felt like he was about to suffocate and drown.

He turned over, lay on the bed, buried his face deeply in the pillow, and let his tears seep directly into it.

What is he crying for?

he does not know.

He just felt depressed and angry in his heart. He was not afraid that he would be hurt because he was the emperor's grandson.

But when he thought of the hundreds of people who lost their lives for no apparent reason, he felt a tightness in his chest.

Among them was a young eunuch whom he had met and even talked to.

It was just like before at the palace banquet, he served himself food.

Hongyan found that he was very smart. No matter which dish he looked at or paused for a second longer, he could accurately find it and give it to him.

When pouring tea, I accidentally wet my sleeves, but he took me to change clothes and served me attentively.

Snow was falling outside. He paused for a moment and unconsciously recited: "In the snow I know the sign of spring has arrived."

The little eunuch could actually add the next line: "The cold plum blossoms adorn the jade branches."

Hong Yan was surprised that this eunuch was actually so knowledgeable that he could not help but look at him for a moment longer. He knew he had said something wrong, so he just lowered his head and dared not look at him again.

Later, it was heard that he had his tongue pulled out by Liang Jiugong's apprentice, a man in the imperial court, and was not sure whether it was thrown into a mass grave or into the Ministry of Punishment.

There is also a palace maid.

When I was playing with my brothers in the Qianqing Palace, I went to the toilet alone. When I came back, I almost couldn't find the way. It was that sister who took me back.

Hong Yan clearly remembered that she had a little red mole on her forehead.

Later, she was also beaten to death for not serving tea properly.

After crying for a while, Hong Yan thought to himself that he must not become a person like Huang Mafa.

He knows that "it's lonely at the top", but he will never become a hot-tempered person that he himself cannot recognize.

And now, having finally escaped from the palace and seeing his familiar father and brother, he almost burst into tears, but he still held it back.

Listening to his brother's innocent and lovely words, and talking about all the interesting things happening in Qingzhiyuan, he finally felt like he had returned to the mortal world.

My feet feel so solid on the ground.

Honghui went to the main courtyard, and Hongyan followed his brother Ama to Qingzhiyuan.

Changning had already prepared a large table of dishes.

Seeing his son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, looking a lot more tired, Chang Ning felt distressed and hurriedly hugged Hong Yan in his arms: "What's wrong with Hong Yan? Are you exhausted?"

Seeing his mother again, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the care from his closest person, Hong Yan could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Hongzhao and Hutuli were both stunned. They wanted to comfort each other but didn't know what to say. Yinzhen guessed something and took the two children out to give the mother and son some space.

Changning was also at a loss. Was her son frightened by that old man Kangxi?

Really, I don’t know if he’s getting senile or not, he’s been having seizures a lot lately.

So many people died in the palace, but the secret was actually kept well kept, and people outside didn't know the details. However, the Fucha family had so many spies in the palace that they naturally knew the details.

Kangxi was suffering from a nightmare, and probably had some mental illness. He was becoming more and more suspicious, and he would kill people for any unfounded rumors.

Chang Ning's heart was shaking as he listened to how many evil things he had done.

Can the emperor kill innocent people at will? Can he treat human life as worthless?

Although there were definitely some spies involved, it is still difficult to agree with Kangxi's ruthless methods.

Hongyan, who was always kind, was probably frightened. He couldn't show it in the palace, so he cried when he got back home. What a poor child! Changning felt even more distressed. She patted Hongyan as if she was coaxing Hongyang to sleep, and hummed a little tune.

Mother's comforting voice was extremely powerful, and Hongyan regained his composure soon. He had been crying like a broken puppy, but now he felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly got up to find a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

"Mother, my son has lost his composure."

"What's the big deal? If you don't cry while hugging your mother, are you going to cry while hugging your father?"

Hongyan thought of his father's cold face and shook his head.

"That's it. It's okay, Hongyan. It's not shameful to cry. Do you feel better now that you're done crying?"

Hong Yan thought about it and felt that the pressure in his chest disappeared. He felt much better after crying. Although he was embarrassed, he could not deny that crying in his mother's arms made him feel like he was rejuvenated.

Seeing Hongyan nod, Changning felt relieved. She was really worried that her son would have some psychological trauma.