The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The pure white gauze curtains shrouded the noble and luxurious bed in mist, but they were no match for the cold jade-like skin of the person lying on the bed.

The pale skin seemed to be glowing with a hazy glow, and the texture was like a jade treasure that had been finely polished for millions of years. The waist-length silver hair poured on the cold and pale face, which made her look weird and inhuman. Only the red lips that looked like she had drunk medicine and the imperceptible rise and fall of her chest could prove that the person in front of her was not a dead and beautiful work of art, but a fragile, pitiful, precious, and protected fragile object.

Kangxi felt that he might have seen too little in the past and could not imagine what a truly peerless beauty was like. But now, he saw with his own eyes the kind of beauty that was difficult for the secular world to tolerate, his daughter Dunke.

"Is that Dunke?"

Prince Yinreng behind Kangxi couldn't help but murmur: "How can someone look like this..."

Yeah, how could it grow like this?

Kangxi gently touched Qingyin's slender eyebrows, which seemed to be suffering from pain even during her illness, and a rare feeling of love arose in his heart. This was his daughter, a daughter who was about to be taken away by illness.

She is too thin, and her face is so small, not even as big as his palm. Did she not eat well? Kangxi was furious, not at Qingyin, but at her adoptive mother, Concubine Yi, who was taking care of her.

Kangxi carefully tucked in the corner of Qingyin's thin quilt, moving so gently as not to wake her up. He watched for a long while before reluctantly and quietly retreating.

"Is this how you take care of Dun Ke?!"

"Your Majesty, Princess Dunke has always been weak. I, your concubine, really didn't know that Dunke had become so bad!"

Kangxi looked angrily at Concubine Yi, who still wanted to blame the matter on Dunke's frail body, and his eyes became colder and colder. The Crown Prince on the side should have been willing to plead with Concubine Yi for the sake of his ninth brother's ability to make money, but he thought of his fragile sister lying on the hospital bed, and he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Concubine Yi was indeed too negligent and deserves a lesson. However, because of her ninth brother, the Emperor will not go too far.

"Concubine Yi has no moral integrity, behaved disrespectfully, and treated the princess harshly. She is demoted to Concubine Yi and confined to her house for six months."

"Princess Dunke has good conduct and a pure character. I am delighted to see her. I will move her to the Qianqing Palace and raise her myself."

Concubine Yi collapsed to the ground in fear. She was just a princess. How could the emperor... How could he...

When Qingyin woke up, she found herself in a new place. The furnishings in the house were undoubtedly much more gorgeous and luxurious than those in Changchun Palace. In addition, there were delicate dragon patterns and various rare treasures carved on the walls and stone pillars. Qingyin also guessed where she was.

"Yinyin, the emperor has taken you to the Qianqing Palace." The system's words also confirmed Qingyin's guess.

The way he looked at this moment was truly heartbreaking, so he asked his old father to take him in and raise him by his side.

"Tongzi, give me a terminal illness medicine, so that Kangxi will obey my orders. A single fake illness pill is not enough, I need to give him a strong medicine."

"Okay, Yinyin, 300 points."

"Go ahead."

"okay!"

Qingyin looked at the pill in her hand that was as plump as a sugar bean and swallowed it directly.

“Tongzi, this pill of yours is for postgraduate study, it actually tastes like peach, not bad!”

"Of course, Yinyin, let me tell you, the world of elixirs is going crazy right now. Those who could taste the medicine in the past have long been eliminated!"

Their conversation was soon interrupted by Yinxiang, who came rushing in with disheveled clothes. Qingyin felt as if she was in a trance when she was hugged by a human-shaped creature that looked like a hot stove.

"Dunke, sister, it's brother's fault. Blame me. It's obviously you..." Yinxiang said with a sob, and his tears flowed down his knife-like face and soaked Qingyin's clothes.

"Brother, it's okay." Qingyin patted him gently, as if she was hugging her brother again on behalf of the little girl.

The original body and Yinxiang are a pair of introverts. They love each other but refuse to say it. Yinxiang is five years older than Dunke. Because of his mother, he rarely comes to visit her, but the gifts he brings are not bad. He also gives gifts every year as much as he can. Unfortunately, the sensitive Dunke lacks strong and companionable love the most, and Yinxiang cannot give it to her.

Yinxiang cried for the second time in his sister's arms. The first time was when his sister was lying weakly on the bed with a fever when she was young. This time it was a matter of life and death. He looked at Qingyin's silver hair and her fragile face hazily, and his heart fell into self-blame again. If he hadn't been so stubborn and selfish to blame Dunke for his mother's affairs, how could Dunke have ended up like this!

Qingyin gently held Yinxiang's hand and brought his emotions back.

"Brother, I want to drink the milk tea you made."

"Okay." Yinxiang replied to Qingyin with red eyes, trying hard to control his emotions.

Kangxi was behind a screen on the bed, talking about disqualification. Yinxiang was unqualified, so how could he, the father, be qualified? He only knew it when his daughter was seriously ill, and he only knew it...

Compared to the solemn atmosphere in the Qianqing Palace, other people in the harem were greatly puzzled. Princess Dunke was seriously ill but was taken directly to the Qianqing Palace by the emperor. This was even more outrageous than the severe punishment of Concubine Yi. Everyone was puzzled and sent people to inquire privately.

Unlike the timid concubines, the Empress Dowager, one of the three major figures in the palace, had no doubts. She brought the curious empress dowager to the Qianqing Palace the next day.

"Greetings to the Empress Dowager. Greetings to the Empress Dowager."

"Well, get up."

Liang Jiugong had no worries about the two giants. He was left behind by the emperor to look after Princess Dunke for the past two days. However, he had seen Princess Dunke's true face. Even her enemies would not hurt her, let alone her great-grandmother and royal grandmother.

The Empress Dowager was a little surprised that the Emperor had kept Liang Jiugong by Dunke's side. This was really a great honor. She exchanged glances with the Empress Dowager before signaling Liang Jiugong to take them to see Dunke.

After entering the palace, the originally rare and refreshing dragon-birth fragrance of the Qianqing Palace had been permeated by a strong, bitter and sweet medicinal smell. The Empress Dowager frowned slightly and continued to walk inside. The medicinal smell became even stronger.

Her eyes were quickly drawn to Qingyin, who was drinking medicine obediently. A thin, silver-haired little girl, her skin was so white that it seemed transparent, and her pale face revealed that the vitality of the girl in front of her was being cruelly taken away. The heart of the Empress Dowager, who had been cold for half her life, could not help but beat when she touched the poor granddaughter of the Crown Prince.

No wonder, no wonder Xuanye wanted to take her out and raise her himself!