Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

Seeing the emperor's loss of composure, Yan Wan was extremely anxious. She hurried forward, stretched out her hands and steadily supported the emperor's slightly trembling body.

"Your Majesty, why torture yourself like this? Damaging your health over such trivial matters is truly a case of losing the greater good for the sake of the smaller."

Her voice was full of worry and persuasion.

She noticed something was wrong with the emperor at first sight.

It is true that the emperor had resentment towards Ruyi for many years, but after all, his joy when Yongqi was born was not fake.

When he loves her, he will naturally dote on the children born between the two of them. When he no longer loves her, he will pour his hatred on the children.

But from beginning to end, Yongji was innocent.

The child is innocent, which is something everyone understands, but when it comes to the royal family, he becomes barbaric.

In fact, the roots of the emperor's indifference and alienation towards Yongqi over the years were complicated.

On the surface, it seems that the emperor is venting his resentment towards Ruyi on his son, but a deeper look reveals that it is more about the emperor's entanglement with his own inner stubbornness.

It is more accurate to say that he was fighting against his own obsession rather than arguing with Yongji.

The emperor's thoughts were in a mess. After taking only a few steps, his legs seemed to suddenly lose the strength to support him. His body shook violently and his steps staggered.

In an instant, his body leaned forward and was about to fall to the ground.

At this critical moment, Yan Wan reacted extremely quickly and used all her strength to support him, which allowed the emperor to barely maintain his balance.

"emperor!"

Yanwan screamed in fear, and the sound echoed in the silent palace.

During the movement, a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table were overturned to the ground, and porcelain pieces were broken all over the floor.

"It's okay, I'm fine. It's just that time has passed and I'm feeling a little unwell..."

The emperor waved his hands weakly, and with the help of Yan Wan, he slowly sat down on the small kang beside him.

His eyes were empty and dull, and he was lost in endless thought.

After a long time, the emperor finally woke up as if from a long and heavy nightmare, muttering to himself with a bit of confusion and emotion.

"Royal Consort, have I really been too harsh on Twelve over the years?"

Although these soft words were spoken to Yan Wan, they sounded more like the emperor's harsh interrogation of himself deep in his heart.

When Yan Wan heard this, she couldn't help but feel a chill and disgust in her heart.

The emperor's attitude towards Yongqi was not just harsh, it was almost cruel and ruthless.

Tiger poison does not even eat its seeds.

When Yongqi was alive, the emperor never gave him an ounce of fatherly love and warmth. Now that he is dead, he is pretending to feel guilty here. What is the practical significance of such hypocritical behavior?

She sneered at herself in her heart.

Our emperor has always been so hypocritical and artificial, it's really frightening.

She still maintained an expression of respect and concern on her face and responded softly.

"How could that be? 'When Heaven wishes to bestow a man with a great responsibility, it will first test his will.' The Emperor was a bit harsh on Yongji... But this is enough to show that the Emperor has high hopes for him and hopes that he can become a great man. That's why..."

At this point, Yan Wan herself found it difficult to continue, her voice gradually became lower, and finally she fell silent.

The emperor was sometimes generous and could even tolerate and accept special cases like Han Xiangjian's Han Qi, but he was so cruel to his own sons.

Back then, Yonghuang died of depression due to the emperor's coercion. After his death, the emperor regretted his actions and tried to atone for his guilt by treating Yonghuang's children with even greater kindness. Later, Yongzhang and his mother also failed to escape the fate of the emperor, who forced them into a desperate situation. After their death, the emperor hastily conferred titles on them to cover up the truth.

Now, the same fate befell Yongqi.

Yanwan looked into the distance and sighed softly.

"How much better it would have been if Yongji hadn't been born to Ruyi, even if he had been born to another concubine... Every time I see him, I think of Ruyi. If I hadn't been so stubborn and made Ruyi the empress, wouldn't there have been so many problems..."

The emperor's words were filled with regret. Over the years, he had often fallen into deep self-blame and regret.

Why was he so obsessed with pushing Ruyi to the position of queen, which led to this series of tragedies and disputes?

If Ruyi was not the queen, she would still be the Concubine Xian and would not become so stubborn.

In this regard, Yan Wan could not agree or comment casually.

She just waited quietly for the emperor to express his inner emotions, then raised her hand and gently stroked the emperor's chest, trying to help him soothe his breath and calm his mood.

"Your Majesty, now that things have come to this, please do not be too sad... You just ate too little. I will go back and see to it that the Imperial Household Department takes care of Yongji's funeral. I will have someone bring you some medicinal food later. You are busy with government affairs. If you don't eat more, how can you support the heavy workload of state affairs?"

Her tone was gentle and considerate, as if a virtuous wife was taking good care of her husband.

"Go ahead, and remember to come back and accompany me later."

The emperor's eyes were dull and his expression was dazed. When he heard that Yan Wan was leaving, he just nodded woodenly and gave orders in a hoarse voice.

Over the years, the emperor felt increasingly lonely and was afraid of being alone.

In this huge Forbidden City, apart from Jinzhong who always served him, Yanwan spent the most time with him.

She was like a vague shadow, quietly accompanying the emperor when he was lonely. Even if she did nothing but just sat quietly by his side, the emperor would feel a little more at ease.

"The minister and concubine follow the order."

Yan Wan bent her knees slightly in greeting, then slowly turned around, took light steps, and gradually disappeared from the emperor's sight.

The emperor was left alone, sitting in the magnificent hall and reflecting on himself.

In the end, Yongqi was not buried in the Prince's Mausoleum, but a separate mausoleum was built next to the Prince's Mausoleum.

He was buried with more dignity than Ruyi. The Imperial Household Department allocated over 7,000 taels of silver to build the mausoleum. The mausoleum for the twelve princes was completed in May of the same year, and the golden coffin was finally buried there.

He did not leave any offspring during his lifetime, so the emperor ordered that Yongyan's fourth son, Miansi, be adopted as his heir and raised by Yongqi's widow, Borjigit.

After the golden coffin was buried, Hailan came to the door impatiently.

"Greetings to Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine."

"What brings Concubine Yu here today?"

In the main hall of Yongshou Palace, a huge ice basin emits bursts of cold air, completely driving away the summer heat.

When she saw Hailan, Yanwan just continued to look down at the book in her hand with a calm expression.

Yongqi was her sister's only surviving flesh and blood. Now that he was gone, how could she remain calm?

"Back then, you asked me to wait, but I waited for so many years. Now Yongji is gone, I can't wait any longer!"

Hailan shouted impatiently.

She couldn't even protect the last bit of her sister's flesh and blood. How would she face her sister in the future?

"If you can't wait any longer, then don't wait."

Yanwan closed the book and looked up at her.