The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

Qianlong gazed at the land affectionately, and couldn't help feeling jealous of the Uyghur man.

Although many years have passed, he still can't forget that past event.

Hanxiang gently kissed Qianlong's chin and said with a smile: "My husband, these are all old memories from many years ago. Why are you still so jealous?"

Qianlong leaned his head on her shoulder, blew gently in her ear, and asked playfully, "Baby, are you willing to agree to your husband's request? Hmm?"

Hanxiang giggled at his actions, her body gradually becoming limp: "Okay, then I'll take my husband with me!"

Qianlong nodded with satisfaction and kissed her lips tenderly: "That's good!"

After saying this, he loosened his arms. Although his heart was filled with desire, he did not take any further action considering Ali Hezhuo's physical condition.

Together they stepped out of the tent, enjoying the beauty of nature and strolling around the neighborhood.

Finally, they returned to the tent to rest, ending the day's journey.

The next day, they began to travel around and they had set foot on the vast prairie.

Hanxiang danced lightly on the grassland like a beautiful butterfly, attracting the surrounding butterflies to fly around them.

They also walked through the desert together. The land was deserted and no grass grew, but they still held hands and enjoyed the beautiful sunset together.

Qianlong was deeply moved by the scene before him. He couldn't help but hold Hanxiang in his arms and kiss her lips gently.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on their embracing bodies, forming a beautiful picture.

When they returned, Hanxiang sighed.

"We should have held a grand bonfire party for my husband, but my father is not feeling well, so my husband has to suffer the consequences."

Qianlong walked side by side with Hanxiang, one hand tightly around her waist and the other gently holding her little hand.

Comforting her, “As long as I can be with my baby, I will be satisfied.

Those are just insignificant formalities, and my husband doesn’t care.”

Hanxiang gazed at Qianlong, her eyes filled with deep love.

She knew very well that if Qianlong had not been by her side, she would not have had the courage to come and accompany her father.

When Qianlong led Hanxiang to the front of Ali Hezhuo's tent, Timur suddenly ran over and shouted anxiously.

"Princess, please go and see Hezhuo. Hezhuo...he is dying."

When Hanxiang heard the news, she almost fell down. Her body swayed a few times, her face turned pale as paper, and her lips trembled as she spoke.

"Dad was fine a few days ago, how come he suddenly became ill? What on earth is going on?"

After saying this, she quickly rushed towards Ali Hezhuo's tent, tears streaming down her cheeks, her heart filled with grief and anxiety.

When she ran to Ali Hezhuo's bed, she saw Ali Hezhuo lying there, breathing weakly and his face as pale as paper.

Hanxiang rushed to the bedside, held Ali Hezhuo's hands tightly, and said with sobs.

"Daddy, my daughter is here, please look at her! Don't leave me, Daddy!"

Ali Hezhuo heard Hanxiang's call and opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes revealing endless love and reluctance.

He spoke with difficulty: "Daughter, you are here. From now on, the Uyghur people will be in your hands. You must take good care of yourself, okay?"

After saying this, Ali Khoja turned his gaze to Qianlong, with a glimmer of expectation and entrustment in his eyes.

He used up his last bit of strength to say: "Your Majesty, please treat my daughter well!"

Hanxiang felt heartbroken as she listened to Ali and Zhuo's weak words, and tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

She nodded vigorously, indicating that she would definitely obey her father's instructions.

When Qianlong looked at Ali Khoja's weak appearance, he felt a surge of grief in his heart.

He held Ali Hezhuo's hand tightly and promised: "Please rest assured, Master Taishan, I will definitely treat Xiang'er well and will not let her suffer any grievances."

Ali Hezhuo nodded slightly with a relieved smile on his face.

Then he raised his head slightly, as if he saw his beloved wife reaching out to him.

He joyfully stretched out his hand and said to Hanxiang, "My daughter, Daddy has seen your mother, and she is here to pick me up."

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, his hands dropped weakly, and he passed away.

When Hanxiang saw this scene, her heart was broken and tears flowed out like a dam breaking. She went forward and shook her father's body, crying and shouting.

"Daddy, wake up, don't leave your daughter alone!"

Her voice was filled with grief and her cries echoed throughout the tent, heartbreaking.

Emperor Qianlong gently held her in his arms, comforted her, and told her that she still had him and that he would always be with her.

Hanxiang suppressed her inner grief, asked the servants to tidy up her father's face, change him into clean clothes, and carefully place him in the coffin.

Hanxiang stood by quietly, shedding tears silently, recalling every moment she spent with her father.

Emperor Qianlong accompanied her silently, giving her warm hugs and comfort.

He was well aware of the pain Hanxiang was feeling at the moment and hoped to give her some strength and support.

Hanxiang sat quietly in front of the mourning hall, her eyes were red and swollen, her tears had long dried up, but the sad expression was still deeply engraved on her pale face.

Over the past five days, countless people have come to pay their respects; some sighed, some lamented, and some remained silent.

However, no matter how noisy the outside world is, Hanxiang always maintains her calm and sadness.

Qianlong stood silently by, looking at Hanxiang's haggard yet strong face, with an indescribable pain welling up in his heart.

He looked at Hanxiang with heartache, trying to read the deep pain in her heart from her eyes.

Finally, when Ali Hezhuo and her mother were buried together, Hanxiang's body shook, she slowly closed her eyes and fainted.

Qianlong's heart tightened and he hurried forward and hugged her tightly in his arms.

With steady and powerful steps, he walked towards the room step by step, carefully placed Hanxiang on the soft bed. Then, he sat beside the bed, quietly guarding her.

Qianlong gently stroked Hanxiang's furrowed brows as she slept, as if he could feel the uneasiness in her dream.

He bent his head and whispered softly in her ear.

"My dear, your husband is here with you! Have a good sleep, and you'll be fine when you wake up."

Time passed minute by minute, and Qianlong stayed by Hanxiang's side, his eyes never leaving her face.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning poured into the room through the window, Hanxiang finally slowly opened her eyes.

When Qianlong saw her wake up, a hint of surprise and relief flashed in his eyes.

He hugged Hanxiang tightly, and said with a trembling voice: "Baby, you finally woke up. If you don't wake up, your husband will be scared by you.

Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? Can your husband ask someone to make your favorite walnut cake? "

Hanxiang leaned quietly in Qianlong's arms, shook her head, and said softly: "Husband, I don't want to eat now. I have no appetite."

Qianlong looked at Hanxiang's increasingly thin face, stroked her cheek with great pity, and spoke softly.

"No, baby, even if it's for your husband, you must eat more, otherwise your husband will be very distressed."

After hearing what Qianlong said, Hanxiang's eyes flashed with a touch of emotion, but she still shook her head, indicating that she had no appetite.

Qianlong sighed helplessly, thinking that he could only slowly find a way to restore her appetite.

After a while, Hanxiang walked out of the tent and summoned all the tribesmen.

Everyone gathered around and looked at Hanxiang curiously, wondering if she had anything important to announce.