Quick Transmigration: Start killing from The Legend of Zhen Huan!

"Master, I heard that Commoner Ulanara is dying."

Wang Qin suddenly remembered the news he had received today and asked, "Should we send a court doctor to take a look?"

"What did you say?"

Hongli thought he had heard wrongly.

Wang Qin had no choice but to say it again.

"Can't bear it anymore?"

Hongli muttered to himself with a complicated expression.

Hate her?

Definitely hate it.

He not only destroyed his own health, but also his status as heir to the throne.

He wished he could tear her into pieces.

but……

She is also the woman whom he holds dear to his heart.

I once regarded her as my most beloved woman.

I wish I could give her the status of a legitimate wife.

It's just her bad luck.

She was not qualified for the title of Fu Jin and could only be a concubine.

She had been in the mansion for more than ten years but had no children.

He wanted to take someone else's child, but failed.

Thinking of these things, Hongli seemed to have less resentment towards her.

There was silence for a long time.

He slowly opened his mouth and ordered, “It’s suffering for her to endure it.

Let her be!"

"Whoo!"

When Wang Qin heard this, he knew that his master had let go of Ulanara.

He didn't even tell me what to do after his death.

It is obvious that his fate will be to be sent to a mass grave.

The women in the backyard soon found out about this.

But no one would care about a commoner.

"master."

Yunxiang walked in quickly, "Someone from the side courtyard has sent a message saying that the commoner Ulanara wants to see the master."

"She wants to see my wife?"

Li Siqi sneered, "Can she see my wife whenever she wants?

How could a mere commoner like me expect my wife to condescend to meet her?

Just because she wanted to murder my wife.

The reason why this concubine did not kill her herself was because of the prince's face.

What qualifications does she have to say anything in front of this concubine?

Ignore any of her requests."

"Yes, the servant understands."

Yunxiang left quickly.

Tell the people below what the master means.

really.

Ulanara Qingying, who was hanging on to her last breath, still didn't wait for the person she wanted to see.

Whether it is Hongli or Chen Jia.

None of them appeared in front of her.

Ulanara Qingying finally passed away with regret.

Her death did not alarm anyone.

He was carried out of the house by the servants and thrown into a mass grave.

Time seemed to have pressed the fast button.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Until painful and shrill cries were heard from the main courtyard.

Everyone understands.

The poor Third Prince finally passed away.

Fu Jin lost another son.

The entire backyard was filled with a thick sadness.

In fact, everyone had a premonition that the Third Prince would definitely not live to adulthood.

After all, with a crazy mother like Fujin, even a body of iron cannot withstand her torture.

"master!"

Wang Qin looked at his half-asleep master and reported softly, "The Third Prince is gone."

"Wha, what?"

Hongli tried hard to wake himself up and make sure he was not hallucinating.

Wang Qin had no choice but to say it again.

"Yonglian..."

Hongli moved his lips and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The legitimate son whom he had once looked forward to and valued the most died just like that.

The second son, Yongcong, only lived for half a year.

There were not many expectations and no contact.

The death of his frail second son was within his expectations.

I was mentally prepared, so even if I was sad, it was limited.

Yonglian was different.

Although he was not a strong child when he was born, he was not a weak child.

There is absolutely no problem raising it to adulthood.

Unfortunately, he met a wife who wanted her son to be successful, and she forced her relatively healthy son to death.

Even though he had seen through this long ago, he still couldn't accept the death of his legitimate son.

"Cough cough cough..."

Due to the excitement, Hongli became short of breath and started coughing continuously.

Wang Qin hurried forward to serve.

Just as he helped the man sit up, Hongli spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he fainted.

"Someone, call the imperial physician!"

Wang Qin quickly shouted outside the door, "The prince is vomiting blood and unconscious!"

……

The front yard was in chaos and no one paid attention to what was happening in the main yard.

Fu Jin Fu Cha Langya held her son's body tightly and refused to let go.

All the servants didn't know what to do.

In the end, Li Siqi, the concubine, had to step in personally to arrange this mess.

Yonglian's death.

It was a huge blow to Hongli and Fucha Langya.

Hongli, who vomited blood and fell into a coma, never woke up again.

Fujin Fucha Langya is like a person who has lost her soul. She walks like a corpse all day long just to live.

There just wasn't time to recover from the loss of my son.

Hongli followed him.

Prince Bao died.

The palace and the court were not surprised.

After all, everyone knows what Prince Bao's situation is like.

He has been able to survive until now thanks to the shock of his eldest son's death.

It is normal to die immediately.

however.

Hongli's death once again caused panic among the women in the backyard.

There is still a big difference between having a male owner and not having one in the house.

Fu Jin Fu Cha Lang Ya was even more ill and could not get up.

It seems that there is no desire to live.

Even the presence of a daughter, the Seventh Princess, did not arouse her maternal love.

It seemed that her maternal love was exhausted on Yonglian.

Everyone was waiting for news from the palace.

After the Sixth Prince sent his father away.

He was taken away by people sent from the palace.

This time all the women realized something.

Even the half-dead Fu Cha Langya understood it.

No matter how unwilling.

At this moment she had to accept her fate.

Looking at my daughter who is only ten years old.

Sad and helpless.

I made a decision secretly in my heart.

A few months later.

Before death.

Fucha Langya sent someone to find Li Siqi.

"Greetings to Mrs. Fujin!"

Li Siqi still saluted respectfully, "May your Madam be well!"

"Please stand up, Concubine."

Fu Cha Langya looked at the person in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

She was just a Han Chinese woman, and her daughter would have to rely on him for life in the future.

It makes me sad to think about her.

God is so unfair.

Such cruelty to myself and my children.

"Fu Jin."

Seeing her in a daze, Li Siqi called out softly.

Fucha Langya came back to her senses and showed a bitter expression, "This Concubine's time is running out.

I often get distracted.

Please don't be offended, Concubine."

"You're too polite, Madam."

Li Siqi remained polite and did not show any signs of arrogance.

"You, you are smarter than anyone else."

Fu Cha Langya's eyes were filled with complexity, "From now on... you are destined to sit in a high position.

I want to ask you a favor."

"Fu Jin, please speak."

Although Li Siqi's expression was still respectful, her attitude was to treat the other party as an equal.

After all, she didn't need to ask Fu Cha Langya for anything.

Instead, the other party needs your help and commitment.

"Jingse is my only child."

Fucha Langya pleaded, "Please keep her in the capital and let her marry back into the Fucha family, okay?"

"Fujin is joking."

Li Siqi is not a saint.

It is even more impossible to make any promises casually, "The Emperor has always had the final say on the Seventh Princess's marriage.

I'm afraid I can't agree to Fu Jin's request."