The Love between Hanxiang and Qianlong

When Cai Xi saw this scene, her heart was broken. She walked to Qianlong with heavy steps, then slowly squatted down and said with sobs.

"Father, please say a few words! Have you forgotten that mother once told me and my brother to take good care of you?

If your mother knew about your current state, she would definitely be sad and upset."

When Qianlong heard this, his body trembled violently and his hands began to shake uncontrollably.

He slowly stretched out his arms and carefully held Cai Xi tightly in his arms, fearing that he would lose this last bit of warmth.

At this moment, the only people left in his heart were Mu Jun and Cai Xi, because they both looked very similar to her, as if they were carved from the same mold.

However, no matter how similar they were, they could not replace the figure that had long gone. She disappeared from his life forever and would never come back.

Whenever he thought of these things, Qianlong felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife and he felt completely hopeless.

He felt that he had lost the courage and motivation to continue living, and his only wish was to end his life as soon as possible to be with the person who haunted him.

However, just when he fell into despair, the promise he had made to his babies suddenly emerged in his mind - to take good care of Mu Jun and Cai Xi and let them grow up healthy and happy.

This thought hit his heart like a heavy hammer, making his breathing suddenly rapid and heavy, as if even the air around him was filled with endless pain.

How could she be so cruel to leave him alone to suffer in this world?

It was not until this moment that Qianlong deeply realized the hardships and difficulties that Lord Taishan had experienced.

The woman he loved left him, but the responsibility of being a father was like a heavy burden that made him breathless.

From now on, he will live like a walking corpse, and will no longer feel the slightest joy or sadness in his heart.

After a long silence, Qianlong finally spoke in a hoarse and almost broken voice.

"You all should leave first. I want to be alone with my baby for a while..."

Before he finished speaking, tears had already quietly slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the young face of Caixi in his arms.

Hearing this, everyone felt a little worried and uneasy.

After all, everyone present knew how deeply the Emperor loved the Empress.

They were really worried that once they left this place, the Emperor would do something stupid due to excessive longing and follow the Empress to leave.

Qianlong naturally understood everyone's thoughts. He stared at the coffin in front of him with his deep eyes and spoke softly.

"I have promised my darling that I will take good care of Mu Jun and Cai Xi and will never abandon her easily."

These words seemed to carry a kind of firm power, making everyone feel a little relieved.

After Xiaoyanzi and the others slowly walked out of the hall, they still did not dare to go far away, for fear that the Emperor would suddenly change his mind at some point and leave with Hanxiang.

At this moment, the entire courtyard was filled with a heavy atmosphere that was suffocating.

After everyone left, Qianlong finally stretched out his trembling hands, gently stroked the cold coffin, and tears poured down like a flood.

Every teardrop carried endless grief and sorrow, as if releasing all the pain in his heart.

At the same time, Xiaoyanzi and the others in the yard also clearly heard the Emperor's crying, which he tried hard to suppress but still could not stop.

The grief-stricken cries were like a sharp blade, piercing everyone's heartstrings, making it impossible for them to suppress their emotions any longer and they all burst into tears.

Ziwei fell into deep self-blame. She kept regretting why she didn't stop Hanxiang from entering the house to treat Dong'er's illness.

If it could have been stopped decisively at that time, the outcome might have been completely different?

However, time cannot be reversed, and everything has become an irreparable regret...

Mu Jun slowly raised his head, stared at Ziwei, and spoke in a slightly low voice.

"Sister Ziwei, you don't need to blame yourself too much. After all, all of this was my mother's own decision.

If my mother had not gone there at that time, the person who would have passed away would probably have been Dong'er's nephew.

Now, my mother has sacrificed her life to save the lives of thousands of children in the world. To her, this act is undoubtedly extremely valuable. However..."

Having said this, Mu Jun couldn't help but pause, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and then he continued.

"But my mother has always been caring and loving to everyone, but she was so cruel to my three sons and me. How could she abandon us so decisively?"

Hearing this, Cai Xi trembled all over as if struck by lightning, and then threw herself into Mu Jun's arms, tears instantly bursting out and she burst into tears.

Mu Jun hugged her tightly, patted her back gently, and soothed her softly.

"Don't cry, sister. I will protect you from now on and will never let you suffer any harm."

Cai Xi nodded slightly to show that she understood, but she still sobbed and said, "But I still miss my mother, brother."

Mu Jun was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he sighed and responded.

"Brother also misses mother very much, but we must be resolute and strong, and must not let mother in heaven still worry about us."

Cai Xi cried for a long time in Mu Jun's warm embrace until her emotions gradually calmed down and she stopped crying.

During those days, the old Buddha would go to Baoyue Tower every day to accompany her.

It’s a pity that Hanxiang has passed away and needs to be buried in peace.

It was the early morning of the sixth day. After everyone accompanied Hanxiang through her last night, they escorted her to the imperial tomb to rest.

Mu Jun and Cai Xi were dressed in plain white clothes and with sad faces put on linen mourning clothes for Hanxiang.

Dong'er also put on mourning clothes and stood quietly by the side with Erkang holding him. Although he didn't know what his father and mother were doing, he didn't shout or scream, but just watched them quietly.

The funeral procession was large in scale and majestic, and it slowly moved towards the imperial mausoleum.

When they marched into the city, the people heard the news and rushed over, consciously joining the farewell procession.

The people were grateful because it was Hanxiang who saved their children's lives from smallpox.

Emperor Qianlong was filled with emotion when he witnessed this scene.

He stretched out his trembling hand and gently stroked the magnificent coffin, speaking softly.

"My dear, you can leave now without any worries. From now on, no child will lose his life due to smallpox. All this is thanks to you!"

Finally arriving at the imperial mausoleum, the Imperial Observatory carefully observed the time and saw that the time was about to mature, so they stepped forward and respectfully reminded Qianlong.

"Your Majesty, the time has come. You should bury the Empress in peace."

After hearing what the Imperial Observatory said, Emperor Qianlong once again gazed at the coffin carrying the remains of his beloved wife, his eyes filled with nostalgia and affection.

After a long time, he moved his feet and followed with extremely heavy steps into the imperial mausoleum.

After personally settling Hanxiang down, he couldn't help but look back every time he took a step, as if he wanted to take a few more glances at the figure who had once been with him.

In this way, he looked back every step he took and slowly left the mausoleum.

Only after he was sure that they had gone far away did he signal the palace servants to lower the heavy stone door, thus sealing this unforgettable love forever in this silent mausoleum.

As the huge and heavy stone door slowly slid down, a dull sound was heard.