The Destiny of Going to Hell

Xiaoyanzi couldn't wait to pull Yongqi and quickly came to Erkang.

Erkang looked at the two of them, but his thoughts drifted away in an instant, and he thought of Ziwei.

The good old days unfolded slowly in his mind like a picture scroll, and those sweet memories made his heart tremble slightly.

He felt that he was willing to go through fire and water for Ziwei.

But whenever he thought of his mother's curse, he would unconsciously agree with it and fall into endless struggle in his heart.

He seemed to be split into two halves, one half was obsessed with his love for Ziwei, and the other half was bound by the pressure of reality.

The two halves were fighting fiercely for this body, causing him great pain.

He sighed silently in his heart, wishing he had not sent Ziwei into the palace.

The three of them just looked at each other in silence for a moment.

Xiaoyanzi regretted her decision ever since she came to Erkang.

She was secretly upset in her heart. What should she say to Erkang?

It is said that Ziwei's life in Xinzheku is worse than death?

It is said that Jinsuo was beaten and scolded in Shufangzhai?

She looked a little embarrassed and wished she could find a hole to crawl into immediately.

In the end, she could only choose to leave quickly and escape from this suffocating silence.

Yongqi was speechless too.

Ertai's life lies between him and Erkang, so no matter what he says, it seems so pale and powerless.

It was an unbridgeable gap, making their relationship complicated and heavy.

Yongqi lowered his eyes slightly to hide the complex emotions in his eyes.

I don't know what he was trying to cover up, he just sighed dryly, "Fate plays tricks on us, take care of yourself."

It seems that he doesn't have to bear the consequences as long as he leaves everything to fate.

Just as the two were about to turn around and leave, Erkang suddenly spoke.

His voice was a little hoarse, filled with endless anticipation and worry.

"Is Ziwei okay?"

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Yongqi and Xiaoyanzi did not answer. They just looked at Erkang apologetically and turned away in a hurry.

The two of them were in the thick of their love affair at the moment, and their hearts and eyes were full of each other, so how could they think of helping Ziwei?

Their figures gradually walked away, leaving Erkang standing there alone, his eyes full of loneliness and melancholy.

Erkang's family has already moved out of the Wei Mansion.

The family of three, along with two old servants, settled down in a small courtyard on South Street.

This small courtyard was arranged for them by Wei Qingtai. The family's food, clothing and other expenses all depended on the support from the Wei family.

The emperor's confiscation of the Fu family came extremely suddenly, and the time was so short that his father had no time to leave any way out.

Erkang's mother went crazy.

She was originally a dignified and elegant woman, but now she looked haggard and her hair was messy.

The bun that was once carefully combed had long since become loose, with a few strands of hair falling beside her pale cheeks.

Her eyes were sometimes empty and sometimes full of madness.

When she woke up, she cried bitterly for Ertai, her tears pouring out like a flood, and she kept calling Ertai's name.

The voice was hoarse and shrill, which made people feel heartbroken.

When she fell madly, she cursed Ziwei, and her eyes were full of resentment, as if Ziwei was the root of all disasters.

Later, she directed her anger at Concubine Ling, the Queen and the Emperor. She waved her hands with a ferocious face, as if she wanted to make the whole world her enemy.

Erkang's father was so scared that he had no choice but to feed his mother a bowl of mute medicine.

Nowadays, although his mother cannot speak, she still throws things around and makes humming sounds every day.

That sound seemed to be an expression of her inner pain and anger.

She would frantically throw away everything she could get her hands on, and the sound of broken dishes echoed in the yard, just like her broken life.

Her body was shaking with anger, and her frail figure seemed like it would collapse at any moment.

Erkang hugged his mother tightly and whispered the curses his mother had used in the past.

Only in this way could his mother sleep peacefully. The sufferings of life were like a heavy yoke, almost driving him crazy.

During these difficult days, the only things left in my heart are the sweet times I spent with Ziwei.

He recalled every moment he spent with Ziwei. Her gentleness, kindness, and talent all made him intoxicated.

However, the cruelty of reality made him feel heartbroken.

He didn't know when such days would end. The pain in his heart and the pressure of survival tortured him beyond recognition.

An Hui looked at Erkang's current situation without any disturbance in her heart. The murderers who had pushed the original An Hui into the abyss were almost completely destroyed.

Since the Queen Mother pretended to be sick that time, somehow her illness gradually became a reality.

Her health was deteriorating day by day, her spirit was becoming weaker and weaker, and she often felt exhausted.

Of course, this was done secretly by An Hui.

The Queen Mother also had some vague guesses in her mind, but no matter how she investigated secretly, she could not get any conclusive evidence.

In desperation, the empress dowager came up with a plan. She selected a few noble ladies from among the many concubines and recommended them to the emperor.

The Queen Mother intended to make Anhui feel anxious and uneasy, so that she would reveal her true colors.

Unfortunately, An Hui did not have any affection for Qianlong.

The appearance of those noble people was like a passing cloud to her, and could not stir up any ripples in her heart at all.

Moreover, those noble ladies really had no abilities. They wanted to stir up trouble in the palace and seek favor, but before they could stir up any trouble, they were rejected by Qianlong because of various inappropriate behaviors.

At the same time, the Hui people were unfortunately defeated in a fierce war.

With a heavy heart, Ali Khoja led his daughter Hanxiang, who was as bright as a pearl, on the long journey to the capital.

The purpose of Ali Khoja's trip was to seek the forgiveness of Emperor Qianlong.

For this reason, Ali Khoja resolutely decided to present the treasures of their Hui people and his daughter Hanxiang, whom he regarded as the apple of his eye, to the emperor.

He hoped that through such actions, he would be able to conclude an alliance with the Qing Dynasty and seek a stable future for the Hui people.

The capital city has been extremely bustling recently.

In the streets and alleys, in restaurants and teahouses, people were whispering and talking.

The storytellers all made this legendary woman, Princess Hanxiang, the protagonist of their stories.

They vividly described the miraculous story of how Princess Hanxiang had a strange fragrance since birth, which amazed everyone.

In fact, all of this was the result of Ali Hezhuo following the advice of the wise men in the tribe.

They knew very well that in this turbulent situation, only by making Princess Hanxiang stand out could they attract the attention of Emperor Qianlong.

After all, rare goods are valuable.

Only by making Princess Hanxiang the focus of everyone's attention can we win more chips in this game concerning the fate of the Hui tribe.