The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

Upon seeing this, Fu Zheng hurried forward, helped her up, and held her tightly in his arms, comforting her softly.

"Qing'er, don't be too sad. You must take care of yourself."

When Qing'er heard this, she became even more sad. In an instant, tears welled up like a spring and she spoke with sobs.

"I will definitely go to the palace to visit her."

Fu Zheng hurriedly ordered his servants to prepare the carriage, and then he and Qing'er rode non-stop towards the palace.

Xiaoyanzi and her group also walked hurriedly and rushed to Baoyue Tower as quickly as possible.

As they entered the building, they felt that the atmosphere around them was extremely solemn and depressing, as if a heavy haze was hanging over their hearts.

But they were afraid of disturbing Hanxiang who was lying on the sickbed, so they all suppressed their inner pain and dared not show any sadness in front of her.

By the time Hanxiang woke up, night had already fallen quietly and the lights were on.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Xiaoyanzi and the others gathered around the bed. She couldn't help but look surprised and asked softly in a weak voice, "Why are you all here in Baoyue Tower?"

Ziwei walked up to her and hugged her, crying. Hanxiang patted her on the back and said, "Don't cry. You are so old and still crying. You are making fun of the children."

Ziwei shook her head desperately, tears pouring out like a dam breaking, and she almost fainted from crying.

If it weren't for Dong'er, if it weren't for that sudden disaster, how could Hanxiang end up like this?

Her heart was filled with endless regret and self-blame, as if the whole world had become dark and gloomy.

Hanxiang seemed to sense Ziwei's inner pain, and she used up her last bit of strength to comfort her softly.

"Okay, stop blaming yourself, I didn't do this just for Dong'er!

I also hope that all the lovely children in the world will no longer be as helpless as we are when they are unfortunately infected with the terrible smallpox, and can save their precious lives. "

As soon as she finished speaking, Hanxiang felt extremely tired. Her eyes gradually closed and she slowly fell asleep.

Ziwei and others saw this scene, turned around silently, left the room, and came to the spacious hall.

The old lady had been waiting there for a long time, and when she saw them, she asked them anxiously.

"Where's my sweetheart? How is she?"

Ziwei suppressed her sadness and replied, "Master Buddha, she just talked to me for a while, and now she has fallen asleep again."

After hearing this, the old lady couldn't help but sigh heavily, turned her gaze to Zhihua beside her, and said in a firm tone.

"I have decided to choose another auspicious day for you, let's set it on the sixth day of next month!

This date is a bit rushed, so I can only ask the Ministry of Rites to work harder and work day and night."

When Qianlong heard this, his heart trembled violently, and he could not help but shout loudly: "Empress Dowager, you..."

However, his words suddenly stopped, as if his throat was choked by something and he could no longer make a sound.

His eyes instantly became moist and tears welled up in them. His grief-stricken expression was heartbreaking.

The old lady was also feeling tormented, but she could not delay Zhihua's future!

"Emperor, I really don't want to do this, but this is my sweetheart's wish, so just do as she says!"

Qianlong closed his eyes, as if overwhelmed by an invisible wave of pain. Then he turned around and walked heavily towards the bedroom to accompany her.

Xiaoyanzi, Ziwei and Qing'er hugged each other tightly, and their hearts were filled with grief.

After Qianlong entered the bedroom, he saw Hanxiang with her eyes closed, as quiet as a sleeping fairy.

He slowly walked to the bed and sat down, staring at her silently, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

He wondered to himself, if he had been able to stop her decisively at the beginning, would everything be different?

Maybe she would feel guilty for not being able to save Dong'er, but at least she wouldn't lose her...

Hanxiang's sound sleep lasted until nightfall when she woke up leisurely.

When she opened her eyes and saw Qianlong guarding the bed, she couldn't help but move her body gently, reaching out her hand and gently stroke his face.

"Why do you look so haggard, my husband? Didn't you get enough rest? You don't look handsome anymore."

Qianlong gently pinched her small and delicate nose and scolded her.

"Who are you acting like this for? You are such a heartless guy. As long as you can get well soon, I won't ask for anything else."

Hanxiang leaned against him weakly, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, and spoke softly.

"Husband, you promise me that no matter what happens, you must take good care of yourself and don't let me worry about you, okay?"

Qianlong affectionately placed her little hand gently on his face and responded softly.

"My dear, my dear, please don't say such depressing words, okay?

No matter what, my husband will order the Imperial Hospital to do its best to treat you, so you must not let your imagination run wild anymore."

However, Hanxiang did not respond to his words.

Because she knew very well in her heart that this time she would not be able to escape the fate.

So, she forced herself to ask, "Has Zhihua's wedding date been decided? It would be best if it could be held as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Qianlong's body suddenly stiffened, and then he hugged the person in his arms even more tightly, his voice trembling slightly.

"My dear, your husband won't allow you to talk nonsense! You will definitely recover as before, you must believe in your husband, okay? Your husband can't live without you, my dear."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, and tears burst out like a dam breaking.

Hanxiang looked at the usually majestic man in front of her with heartache, slowly raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck, then sat up straight with difficulty, gently kissed his cheek, and comforted him.

"My dear husband, you are the king of a country. How can you cry so easily? It would be disgraceful if others saw you."

Qianlong, however, didn't care and hugged her tightly, muttering to himself.

"My husband doesn't care about these empty names. As long as my baby can always be by my side, nothing else matters."

Hanxiang sighed helplessly, and then said: "Husband, I feel a little hungry."

After hearing this, Qianlong ordered Nanny Gui to serve the meal without hesitation.

As for him, he stared at her intently and attentively, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

When Hanxiang saw this scene, she couldn't help feeling sad and distressed, but she was at a loss as to how to comfort this worried person in front of her.

The only thing I could do was to cheer myself up secretly and try my best to appear strong so as not to make him more worried.

In recent days, Ruize and Jingtao have squeezed out some free time almost every day to accompany Hanxiang.

As for Xiaoyanzi and her group, they would visit the palace every two days.

On this day, Ziwei stepped into Baoyue Tower. Hanxiang looked around but did not see Dong'er, so she asked.

"Ziwei, how is Dong'er now? It has been a long time since I last saw him. I don't know how he is doing now."

Ziwei suppressed her inner grief and tried to force a smile as she answered.

"He is now in great shape! He practices boxing at home all day long, and can even recite the Three Character Classic by heart!"

Hearing this, Hanxiang smiled with relief and whispered softly, "That's great. I can rest assured now..."

After she finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes again.

At this moment, Hanxiang's moments of clarity of mind were becoming shorter and shorter, while her moments of deep sleep were becoming longer and longer.

On one recent occasion, she slept soundly from noon till dusk the next day, with no signs of waking up.