Secrets of Yuqing Palace

At this time in the main hall of Ningshou Palace, after watching the young couple leave, the Empress Dowager's face showed both joy and anticipation, but also a bit of loneliness and sadness.

"Our Mongolian women have had better luck in the capital."

"I also hope that this girl can live in harmony with the prince and his wife, and have children and grandchildren around them."

Su Malagu looked at the teenager and came to the square Forbidden City.

The young master, who had been confined in the deep palace and lived a lonely life for most of his life, felt very sad.

"Empress Dowager, with your blessing, the Crown Prince's wife will."

The Empress Dowager smiled and said, "Hearing her fluent Mongolian, I know that her mother, Guo Luo, must have filial children and grandchildren and lives a comfortable life."

Su Malagu also laughed and said, "When the Crown Prince's wife spoke in Mongolian just now, I was also surprised."

Then he sighed faintly and said, "Nowadays, most people speak Manchu and Chinese. Fewer and fewer Manchu noble ladies are learning Mongolian."

The Empress Dowager's eyes also darkened.

Since the passing of the Empress Dowager, Mongolia has lost its greatest support and patronage in the Qing imperial family.

[Although she was the Empress Dowager, second only to the emperor, the emperor was filial to her only because she didn't care about anything else.]

If I were to get involved in the harem or the front court, I'm afraid I'd immediately be disliked by the emperor, who would probably not even give Mongolia any respect.

[The Emperor still values ​​me in the harem. With me as the Empress Dowager, Mongolia has someone who can speak in front of the Emperor.]

[I didn't expect the Crown Prince's wife also has Mongolian blood. I will protect her more from now on, hoping that the Crown Prince will have a better impression of Mongolia.]

[A hundred years later, Mongolia will be remembered by the next emperor.]

Wanyu saw that Yinreng didn't seem to be taking her back to Yuqing Palace.

"Where are we going?"

The corners of Yinreng's mouth rose slightly stiffly.

"Go to Fengxian Hall."

Wanyu was stunned.

Understanding what he meant, she smiled and nodded in response.

"it is good."

The early morning sunlight shines through the intricate palace walls and scatters on the palace road leading to Fengxian Hall.

The two men no longer had the joy and laughter on their faces, only heaviness and seriousness.

Wanyu was dressed in gorgeous court robes, walking with a firm step and a hint of imperceptible nervousness, following Yinreng closely.

Yinreng was holding Wanyu's hand, his face was calm, and his eyes revealed a hint of imperceptible sadness and nostalgia.

The two entered the Fengxian Hall, where the tablets of their ancestors were quietly arranged and the whole hall was filled with the scent of incense.

In particular, the walls are covered with portraits of emperors and empresses from generation to generation of the Qing Dynasty, making it look even more solemn and ancient.

After entering the hall, neither of them made any noise.

Yinreng first took Wanyu to perform the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows in front of the tablets of their ancestors.

Their expressions are pious and their movements are powerful, and every knock carries admiration and respect for their ancestors.

Especially since the two of them had their own unique characteristics, which made them believe in ghosts and gods, so they were very sincere.

After paying homage to all the ancestors, Yinreng took Wanyu's hand and slowly walked into the inner hall, and took her alone to a portrait.

Wanyu looked up and realized that it was a portrait of Empress Hesheli.

In the portrait, Empress Hesheli is wearing the highest-standard court robes and crown for an empress in the Qing Dynasty court.

The court robes were embroidered with intricate golden dragon and phoenix patterns, which were dazzling and brilliant.

The costumes are colorful yet solemn, alternating between red and gold, highlighting the queen's dignity and majesty.

Empress Hesheli's face was gentle yet dignified and majestic, and her eyes and eyebrows revealed an indescribable intelligence and tenacity.

Her eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts. One could tell at a glance that she was a very intelligent woman.

Wanyu discovered that the princes of the Aisin-Gioro family all took after Kangxi, with inverted triangular eyes, which were very charming.

However, from the portrait of Empress Hesheli, Wanyu discovered that the lower half of Yinreng's face was very similar to that of Empress Hesheli.

Yinreng's lips were exactly the same as his mother's.

They all have soft and elastic lips, and slightly upturned corners of the mouth, revealing a warm and friendly temperament.

It can even be said that their chins were carved from the same mold.

The chin line is soft and smooth, not looking sharp or tough at all.

The soft lines perfectly outline a handsome and gentle face.

These rounded lines make their faces more friendly.

It seems that as long as they slightly raise the corners of their mouths, they can instantly narrow the distance between people.

With such similar facial features, anyone who has seen the portrait can recognize at a glance that they are mother and son without anyone pointing it out.

While Wanyu was looking at the portrait of Empress Hesheli curiously, Yinreng was also gazing at the portrait in front of him with admiration.

He pulled Wanyu to kneel on the mat in front of the portrait and muttered in a low voice.

"Empress Dowager, Baocheng is here to see you."

"Yesterday was Baocheng and his wife's wedding day. Today Baocheng brought his wife to see you."

"The wife is a princess of the Guargiya clan. We have known each other for a long time, and my son likes her very much."

"She will respect and love you like a son."

"I hope the Empress Dowager will like her too."

Wanyu felt the admiration and longing in Yinreng's heart.

She gently held his hand, giving him silent comfort.

She understood that for Yinreng, Empress Hesheli was not only the mother of a country, but also the biological mother whom Yinreng always missed.

She even died of complications during childbirth.

In Yinreng's heart, he not only admired Empress Hesheli, but also felt guilty and heartbroken.

Looking at the undisguised longing in his eyes as he looked at the portrait at this moment.

An indescribable bitterness and sadness surged in Wanyu's heart.

Because she remembered that in history, when Kangxi deposed the crown prince, he angrily scolded Yinreng in front of everyone.

"A person who is born to harm his mother is considered unfilial in ancient times."

Such cold-blooded words were like a sharp blade, deeply hurting Yinreng's heart, as he had always regarded his father as his support and everything.

Not only because these words came from the mouth of the emperor's father, but also because they revealed the difficult-to-heal wound that had been hidden deep in Yinreng's heart.

She could imagine how heartbroken and painful Yinreng must be when he heard these words.

Because he could not refute the death of his biological mother, he even felt that he was the murderer who caused his biological mother to die in childbirth!

His eyes must have been filled with tears and his heart must have been torn apart with unbearable pain.

The two people he loved most.

His mother died because of him, and he missed her all his life.

His father called him a jinx, but he could not be redeemed.

Even his father's blame and scolding pushed him into the abyss.

Who can truly understand this kind of pain and helplessness?

Whenever Wanyu thought of that historical scene, she felt extremely heartbroken for Yinreng.