The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

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.

This situation not only made Qianlong panic-stricken, but even the Empress Dowager was frightened. Everyone was worried that she would fall into a deep sleep in the next moment and never wake up again.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Zhihua's wedding day has arrived.

On this day, Hanxiang got up early for the first time ever, but she was so weak that she even lost the strength to get out of bed and walk. She could only listen quietly to the loud sounds of gongs and drums coming from outside the window.

Qianlong never left for a moment from beginning to end. Even the daily morning court was now entirely entrusted to Ruize, and he stayed by Hanxiang's side wholeheartedly.

Hanxiang snuggled gently in Qianlong's arms and spoke softly.

"Today is the auspicious day for the Second Prince and Zhihua. My husband should go and preside over their wedding. How can you stay here with me all the time?"

However, Qianlong hugged her tightly, not wanting to be separated from her for a moment.

"My dear, don't worry too much. Your husband will always stay here with you and will never leave."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Hanxiang stopped talking and leaned silently in his warm arms.

I quietly felt the steady and powerful heartbeat and sighed inwardly, fearing that I would never hear such a familiar sound again.

Qianlong kissed her forehead affectionately, also remaining silent, but hugged her even tighter, as if this could keep her forever.

In sharp contrast to this, at this moment the Cining Palace was filled with a festive and lively scene.

Zhihua woke up early in the darkness before dawn. She got out of bed quietly, for fear of waking up the maids beside her.

After washing up, Zhihua lit a burner of fragrant sandalwood and let the rising smoke fill the entire room.

Then, she stepped into the steaming tub, feeling the warm water caressing her skin, as if washing away all the fatigue and dust from her body.

After taking a bath, Zhihua changed into a gorgeous and solemn new dress. The delicate silk fabric shone with a faint luster, and the exquisite embroidery on it highlighted the royal dignity and luxury.

At this time, the nanny beside her came forward and carefully helped Zhihua to knead the noodles.

Every movement was gentle and delicate, for fear of hurting the woman who was about to become a princess.

After finishing kneading the noodles, Zhihua moved to the dressing table and sat down.

The 100-year-old lady came over with steady steps, holding an exquisite comb in her hand. She began to comb Zhihua's hair that fell like a waterfall, and skillfully tied it into an elegant bun.

Throughout the whole process, Zhihua always maintained a dignified and graceful posture, like a blooming lotus.

Immediately afterwards, a group of well-trained palace maids surrounded Zhihua. They skillfully used various cosmetics to carefully paint a beautiful and moving look for Zhihua.

From her elegant eyebrows to her gorgeous lip color, everything about her makes people marvel at her natural beauty.

When everything was ready, Karl Lagerfeld personally came to Zhimian, his eyes full of love and care.

She held Zhihua's hand and gave her earnest instructions.

"Zhihua, you and Yongan must love each other, support each other, and walk through the long years together until you are old and gray."

Zhihua stood up slightly, bowed to the old Buddha, and replied softly: "Yes, old Buddha, Zhihua will definitely remember it in her heart."

The old lady smiled and nodded, then turned around and took a small and exquisite statue of Guanyin from Aunt Gui and handed it to Zhihua.

"I obtained this statue of Guanyin specifically for you. May it bless you to give birth to an heir to Yong'an soon, adding new members to the royal family and expanding your Chen family."

Zhihua took the Buddha statue with both hands, her heart filled with gratitude.

"Thank you for your gift, Mr. Buddha. I will do my best to live up to your high expectations."

The old lady said "OK" three times in a row, with a gratified smile on her face.

However, there was a hint of regret in her eyes.

"It's a pity that the wedding was planned in a hurry. It's inevitable that there will be some shortcomings. I'm really sorry for you."

Zhihua quickly shook her head in response.

"Mr. Buddha, your words are too serious, but Zhihua did not feel wronged.

Being able to marry into the palace and become the third prince's legal wife is a great blessing for Zhihua."

After that, Zhihua bowed to the old Buddha again to express her gratitude, with a determined look in her eyes.

The old lady patted her delicate white little hand with a loving look on her face and spoke softly.

"Good boy, it's still early. Go to Baoyue Tower and meet that lovely little sweetheart. She has always been thinking about you."

Zhihua nodded obediently.

"Yes, Lafayette."

Then, with the careful support of the matchmaker, he slowly walked towards Baoyue Tower.

At this moment, Hanxiang, who was lying on the couch, heard the news that the bride had arrived. Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, opened slightly and she looked out the door leisurely.

Zhihua walked into the room and saw that the Queen's face was as pale as paper, but her eyes still revealed her concern and care for her.

She couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling of gratitude in her heart, and she hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed.

"Empress, I am truly grateful for your concern.

Here, Zhihua bids farewell to the Emperor and the Empress. I sincerely wish the Empress good health, eternal happiness, and a long life. "

Hanxiang tried hard to stand up, motioned to Aunt Kang beside her to help her up, and then spoke in a voice so soft that it seemed like it could be blown away by the wind.

"No need to be polite, you are a newlywed today, so you don't have to follow these etiquettes!

From now on, I will live my life in harmony with the Third Prince. This way, I will feel at ease."

Zhihua nodded and lowered her eyebrows, and replied respectfully: "I will follow the Queen's teachings and will keep them in mind."

Hanxiang nodded with satisfaction, looked up at the sky, and seeing that time was running out, she hurriedly urged the matchmaker to quickly support Zhihua to go to the Cining Palace to wait for her wedding, and not to waste this auspicious day.

Zhihua bowed gracefully to her, then obediently let the bridesmaid support her as she walked to the Cining Palace.

On the other side, Yong'an arrived at the palace gate early in the morning and waited quietly.

As time was approaching, he walked towards the Cining Palace without hesitation, ready to welcome Zhihua.

From beginning to end, Yong'an's excited expression never diminished in the slightest, as if he was enveloped by an intense joy.

This undoubtedly shows his deep love for Zhihua.

When he finally stepped into the Cining Palace, he first bowed respectfully to the Empress Dowager, and then ran impatiently to Zhihua's boudoir.

The moment Yong'an stepped into the room, he saw Zhihua sitting there upright in gorgeous wedding dress and a red veil, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He walked briskly to Zhihua and spoke softly in a low voice.

"My wife, your husband is here to marry you!"

Before he finished speaking, a big warm hand reached out to Zhihua.

Although Zhihua's face was covered by a red veil, she could still feel the slight blush on her cheeks.

She carefully placed her hand gently on Yong'an's palm, and willingly let him lead her out.

The two of them first bowed to the Empress Dowager together, and then Yongan picked up Zhihua without hesitation, strode out of the palace, and went straight to the sedan chair parked outside the door.