Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

The emperor nodded and issued the order without further hesitation.

Hailancha breathed a sigh of relief, but he found that even when seeing a beauty like Khoja Iparhan, the emperor's face was still as gloomy as water.

He just forced a smile, but it looked forced and like it was fake.

After the banquet, Hezhuo Yiparhan was conferred the title of Shun Guiren, but the emperor did not favor her and just went to Changchun Palace.

Similarly, Hailancha also went to Changchun Palace, but everyone in Changchun Palace had a gloomy look on their faces.

Mingyu was very happy to see Hailancha, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Her eyes were shining with surprise. She rushed to him like a happy little bird and hugged him tightly.

"Hailancha, I'm glad you're okay!" Mingyu's eyes were filled with tears. Her hands tightly hugged Hailancha's waist, and her body kept shaking.

She reached out her hand and pounded Hailancha's chest, "I heard that Lord Fucha was poisoned, and I worried about you every day. Fortunately, you are back!"

"What? What happened to Fu Heng?" Hailancha realized it belatedly, his eyes widened and his face was full of surprise.

His body seemed to be frozen, standing there motionless.

"Idiot, when Lord Fucha went to the southwest, he was poisoned by miasma and his life is in danger!" Mingyu looked at Hailancha in shock. Her eyes were filled with anxiety and dissatisfaction, as if she was blaming Hailancha for only finding out now.

Hailancha was stunned for a moment, his mind went blank, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

His eyes were full of worry and self-blame, and he thought silently in his heart: "Why did I realize it now? I should have come back earlier."

Mingyu hurriedly pushed him and said, "Go to Fucha Mansion and do your best to help Yingluo."

So, Hailancha suddenly understood that the emperor was worried about Fuheng, but he was still foolish enough to ask for the imperial decree to grant the marriage. He was really stupid.

"Okay, this is a gift for you, Mingyu. Take care of yourself. I'll go to Fucha Mansion first."

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly ran towards the Fucha Mansion, his figure gradually disappearing into the night.

Hailancha was extremely worried when he heard that Fuheng was dying. Fuheng's past appearance kept appearing in his mind, a figure full of vitality and heroism.

At this moment, he had only one thought, which was to get to Fucha Mansion as soon as possible.

He started running, his feet moving rapidly on the ground. Every step seemed to use up all his strength, but his eyes were firm and eager. The veins on his forehead bulged slightly as he ran. Sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, but he had no intention of slowing down. In his heart were only worries about Fu Heng's condition and concern for his friends.

Finally, Hailancha arrived at Fucha Mansion.

He rushed into Fu Heng's room and saw his good brother lying on the bed with a pale face. That bloodless face was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart.

His legs seemed to suddenly lose strength, his body swayed, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. A deep sense of guilt and grief surged in his heart, and he almost kneeled down.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of self-blame and sadness.

"Yingluo, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop that girl from entering the palace." Hailancha's voice was filled with obvious guilt. He lowered his head, not daring to look Wei Yingluo in the eyes. His hands were clenched into fists, as if punishing himself for his powerlessness.

But what Hailancha didn't expect was that when Wei Yingluo saw the haggard and unshaven Hailancha, she burst into tears.

Wei Yingluo's heart seemed to be filled with countless pain and regret. She remembered that the last time she heard news about Fu Heng was from Hailancha.

Now, this memory has become a "horror fragment" in Wei Yingluo's midnight dreams.

She always thought that she had changed many things and could avoid the tragedy that happened in the past. However, Fu Heng was still poisoned by the miasma because of his obsession.

She kept blaming herself in her heart: "Why am I so stupid? I should have thought of it. Why would I let Fu Heng go to the southwest again and let history repeat itself? I could have protected him..."

Her body was shaking violently because of crying. She covered her face with her hands and tears kept flowing out from between her fingers.

Hai Lancha looked at Wei Yingluo with tears streaming down her face, and tears welled up in his own eyes. His heart was gnawed by guilt, and he felt like a sinner.

He thought to himself: "It's all my fault. If I could have done more, maybe Fu Heng wouldn't be like this. I haven't completed Fu Heng's instructions yet..."

He felt so guilty, "I'm sorry, Yingluo, please don't cry. If Fu Heng knew, he would kill me."

Hailancha took a small step forward, trying to comfort Wei Yingluo.