The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

Qianlong kissed away her tears lovingly and spoke softly.

"My dear, don't cry. Everything will be fine as long as your husband is here. We will go back to see Master Taishan now. He will be fine."

Hanxiang nodded, her heart filled with gratitude and love. She snuggled in Qianlong's arms, feeling the happiness and peace of mind that belonged only to her.

Qianlong gently patted her back and comforted her: "Be good, it's okay, your husband is here! Everything will be fine."

After saying this, Qianlong ordered everyone to hurry up.

The journey that would have taken a month was shortened to half the time through their rapid march.

Qianlong had only one thought in his mind: to return to the Uyghur tribe as soon as possible, to see his baby's father and to reassure his baby.

When he returned to the palace, Qianlong first sent the Empress Dowager back to the Cining Palace, and then rushed back to Baoyue Tower to accompany Hanxiang to pack her luggage.

Rui Ze and Jing Tao walked into the room and did not make any noise to disturb them after seeing this scene. Instead, they stood quietly by and watched their father and mother busying around.

After the two of them had packed up, Rui Ze raised his head, looked at Han Xiang with innocent eyes, and asked softly, "Is mother going to leave us again?"

A feeling of regret welled up in Hanxiang's heart. She slowly squatted down, hugged Rui Ze tightly, and said softly.

"I'm sorry, son. Your grandpa is seriously ill, and I have to rush back to my hometown to visit him. Can you understand?"

Rui Ze nodded obediently and responded sensibly.

"Don't worry, mother. I will take good care of myself and my sister. You don't have to worry about us. Just focus on handling the household affairs."

Hanxiang couldn't help but find it a little funny when she heard his mature words like a little adult, but her inner worries were also alleviated a lot.

"Mother will take good care of herself. You just need to focus on taking care of yourself and your sister. Don't worry about other things. After all, you are still just a child!"

After saying that, he hugged them and then quickly walked out of Baoyue Tower.

Because they were in a hurry, the two men traveled very fast. It took them only half a month to reach the Uyghur territory, and they were only one day away from the Uyghurs.

Qianlong held Hanxiang in his arms and looked at her with heartache. They had hardly stopped to rest along the way, and they had been on the road non-stop, so Hanxiang had suffered a lot.

Hanxiang wanted to rush to the Uyghurs in one go, but Qianlong stopped her.

"Baby, we're already here, and we can stay here one more night.

Look at you, you look so haggard. Your husband really feels sorry for you.

No matter what happens today, your husband will not let you continue on your journey. Have a good sleep, and we can talk about anything tomorrow."

Hanxiang originally wanted to fight for it again, but after thinking for a moment, she gave up.

After all, it was just one night, so there was no need to be too anxious, so I leaned back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Qianlong ordered his servants to prepare bath water for Hanxiang. When he came back, he found that Hanxiang had fallen asleep leaning against the head of the bed.

A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. He gently put her on the bed, kissed her forehead, and quietly watched over her until she fell asleep.

The next day, Hanxiang got up before dawn.

After Qianlong finished his breakfast with Hanxiang, he quickly packed up his things and set off on his journey.

Along the way, Hanxiang was very silent. Qianlong held her in his arms, comforted her from time to time, and accompanied her silently.

After a day and a night of travel, the three finally arrived at the Uyghur tribe at dusk.

As soon as they arrived at Uyghur Autonomous Region, Hanxiang couldn't wait to get off the carriage. Qianlong watched her from the side without disturbing her, but just held her hand tightly.

As soon as Hanxiang got off the carriage, a sharp-eyed Uyghur noticed her and pointed at her excitedly, shouting, "The princess is back! The princess is back!"

The news quickly spread throughout the Uyghur tribe, and people came from all directions to welcome Hanxiang.

Soon, Hanxiang was surrounded by Uyghur people. They were talking at the same time. Hanxiang couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could feel everyone's concern and enthusiasm for her.

She couldn't help but interrupt everyone and said, "Okay, my fellow tribesmen, let me go see the leader first, and then I'll talk to you."

When the tribesmen heard Hanxiang's words, they all made way for her. They knew that the princess must be feeling bad, so they stood quietly aside, waiting for Hanxiang's return.

Hanxiang walked quickly into the tent, lifted the curtain and entered the room, and at a glance she saw Ali Hezhuo lying motionless on the bed.

She couldn't hold back her tears, and immediately ran over and knelt beside the bed, holding her father's hand tightly, and said in a sobbing voice: "Daddy, your daughter is back."

When Ali Hezhuo heard the voice, he opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at his daughter in front of him, smiled slightly, and said weakly: "Daughter, you are back?"

Hanxiang nodded, her eyes full of worry and confusion. She held Ali Hezhuo's hand tightly, as if she was afraid of losing something and couldn't help tightening her grip.

"Dad, how come you are so sick all of a sudden? You were always in good health before, how come you suddenly became like this?

Is there something you are hiding from me? You must tell me and we can face it together. "

As she spoke, her voice began to take on a tearful tone, and she was obviously very anxious and heartbroken about her father's illness.

Ali Hezhuo coughed a few times and his voice sounded a little weak. He gently patted the back of Hanxiang's hand, trying to calm her down.

“As people age, they naturally get sicker, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

But you too, why did you come back so suddenly? Where are Mujun and Caixi? Who will take care of them?"

Hanxiang felt even more sad when she heard her father's words. She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mujun and Caixi have their mother in the palace. I was really worried about you, so I asked my husband to bring me back.

Dad, you must tell me, what happened to you? Is there something that makes you so worried? "

Ali Hezhuo looked at his daughter's anxious face and felt mixed emotions.

He sighed and said slowly: “Actually, it’s nothing serious.

It’s just that there have been a lot of things happening in the clan recently, and I’m a little worried.

Plus, as I get older, my health is naturally not as good as before. Don’t worry, Daddy will take good care of himself.”

Hanxiang listened to her father's words. Although she was still a little confused and uneasy, she also understood that her father didn't want her to worry too much.

She wiped her tears gently and said firmly: "Dad, you must take good care of yourself.

I will stay with you and take care of you. No matter what happens, I will face it with you. "

Ali Hezhuo looked at the tears on her face and wiped them for her: "Look, you are still crying like a child, aren't you ashamed?"

After Ali Hezhuo finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough violently, and his face became even paler.

Seeing this, Hanxiang quickly smoothed his back and asked anxiously, "Daddy, how are you? Are you feeling unwell again?"

Seeing this, Qianlong also hurriedly brought a cup of tea and said softly, "Master Taishan, have a cup of tea to moisten your throat."

Ali Hezhuo took the teacup, took a sip, and looked at Qianlong with gratitude.

He said slowly: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I'm just a little tired. I just need to rest for a while."

Hanxiang still looked at her father nervously, fearing that he would feel unwell again.

Qianlong comforted her, "My dear, don't worry too much.

Master Taishan just needs to rest, and with me here, everything will be fine."

Hanxiang nodded, but still held her father's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

She knew very well that her father's illness was not simple, but he just didn't want to make her worry too much.