Secrets of Yuqing Palace

Wanyu's heart tightened and her breathing became faster.

She immediately looked at Xiao Quanzi.

"But something happened to Feng Sheng'e?"

Xiao Quanzi knelt down and said, "It's not our Prince Hongxi."

"Sister Xia Lu has given me news. Everything is going well with Prince Hongxi. The temperature has cooled down now."

"Both Court Judge Li and Imperial Physician Cui said that our Prince Hongxi is in the best condition in the entire Ziyun Hall."

"The one in trouble this time is Prince Honghui from Prince Yong's Mansion."

Wanyu was shocked and asked quickly.

"What? Brother Honghui?"

"Are you serious?"

Xiao Quanzi replied respectfully, "It is true, Your Majesty the Crown Princess."

"This servant has been following the news in Ziyun Hall these days."

"I heard that the young boys who were vaccinated a few days ago started to get smallpox and had fevers after the vaccination, but their temperatures have gradually dropped in the past two days."

"Only Prince Honghui and several other princes from the royal family have had high fevers that haven't subsided."

Wanyu was shocked, thinking of Honghui's age.

[Could it be that Prince Honghui in history died young because he couldn't survive the smallpox vaccination?]

"Madam Sun, how old is Prince Honghui this year?"

Nanny Sun immediately said, "My Lord, Prince Honghui and Princess Ningchu were born right after each other, and both will be eight years old this year."

Wanyu: [Yes! ]

She quickly instructed Nanny Sun.

"Immediately find someone to pass a message to Concubine Mu and tell her about Prince Honghui."

"Tell her to be careful with Fu Jin. If something happens to Prince Hong Hui, Fu Jin won't be able to accept it immediately and might do something impulsive!"

Nanny Sun also looked serious.

"Yes, Master. I will arrange it right away."

Wanyu looked down at Xiao Quanzi.

"Xiao Quanzi, continue to pay attention to the affairs of Ziyun Hall."

"Report any news to me promptly."

Xiao Quanzi: "Yes, Master."

Soon, Nanny Sun also brought back news about Concubine Mu.

It turned out that Prince Yong also knew that Prince Honghui had a high fever, so Concubine Mu was also aware of it and had been on guard against the Ulanara family these days.

However, the wife of Prince Yong has always been worried about Prince Honghui in Ziyun Hall. She has sent people to inquire about the news and pray to gods and Buddhas. For the time being, she does not have the time to think about other things.

Not only Wanyu and Prince Yong's backyard, but many people are now secretly paying attention to the situation of the princes in Ziyun Hall.

Naturally, everyone knew that Prince Honghui had a high fever that wouldn't go away.

Some are gloating over others' misfortune, some are sad and regretful, and some are indifferent. In short, there are all kinds of people.

Many people are waiting to see what will happen to the legitimate son of Prince Yong.

The result was just as Wanlin and Wanyu had guessed.

Honghui's high fever lasted until the sixth day of June.

Honghui, who was only eight years old this year, died because he could not survive the smallpox vaccination.

From the west wing of West Garden, which faces the water from Taoyuan Book House, came the sad and desperate cry of a woman.

Wanyu was silent for a while.

She knew it was the voice of Prince Yong's wife, Ulanara.

Thinking of Honghui, although due to her stance, she could not say that she liked this child as much as Ning Chuge, but she still had a good impression of this polite and sensible child.

Wanyu felt very sad that such a young and vibrant life disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She knew that if she had donated the cowpox earlier, Honghui might not have died young.

But Wanyu doesn't regret it!

Although she grew up under the red flag in her previous life and would not treat human life as worthless like the real people of the Qing Dynasty, she is still selfish and self-centered in nature.

She has too many concerns in her heart, and little Honghui is nothing compared to her family, lover and children.

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With Honghui's untimely death, the entire Changchun Garden was filled with a bleak and tense atmosphere.

There are servants who are worried about being implicated in the death of their young master.

Some people are also worried that their own children will die like Honghui.

Although Wanyu had made all the preparations in advance, she could never be completely relieved until Feng Sheng'e returned to her.

Ever since Feng Sheng'e entered Ziyun Hall, she has been a little absent-minded even with the twins by her side.

Finally it was June 10th.

Xia Lu brought Feng Shenge out of Ziyun Hall in good health.

Yinreng and Wanyu brought the twins and waited for Fengsheng'e outside Ziyun Hall.

Feng Sheng'e, who missed his father, mother, and younger brothers and sisters especially because of his illness these days, pursed his lips when he saw the people standing at the door. He held back his tears, shook off Xia Lu's hand, and ran towards his father and mother.

When Yinreng saw his son, he finally felt relieved.

Although Feng Sheng'e is no longer his only child, the one he loves the most in his heart is still his eldest son.

Because his birth filled the missing piece in his heart.

He raised the corner of his mouth, looked at his son running towards him, took a few steps forward, and then picked him up.

Feng Sheng'e hugged his father's neck tightly and rubbed his head against his father affectionately.

When I was sick, I stayed alone in a small room and couldn't go anywhere.

Moreover, his body was extremely itchy every day, and he couldn't help but want to scratch it.

But Aunt Xia Lu and other maids tied his hands and body together with cloth, making it impossible for him to move.

He could only endure the itch on his body.

When he had a high fever and felt dizzy, he especially wanted his father and mother to hug him.

Sometimes I woke up in bed at night and saw that there was no father or mother except Aunt Xia Lu who was guarding not far away. Tears would flow quietly and I dared not make a sound.

Seeing his father and mother at this moment, all the grievances burst out at once, and Feng Sheng'e shouted with a choked and aggrieved voice: "Father."

Yinreng felt bitter in his heart, knowing that his son was feeling wronged and afraid, so he was thinking about himself.

Thinking about the fourth son Honghui who did not survive and died young, and his own Fengsheng'e who is finally back to him in good health, he listened to his son's choked and aggrieved voice.

Yinreng's heart was trembling.

He stretched out a large palm and gently stroked the back of his son's head.

"Don't be afraid."

"Father, mother, and my brothers and sisters are here to take Feng Sheng home."

Feng Sheng said sullenly, "Hmm."

Wanyu also touched her son's little head.

"Mother asked Aunt Xia He to prepare a lot of dishes you like. Let's go home, okay?"

Feng Sheng looked up and saw his mother, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he smiled sweetly.

"Mother~"

Seeing that their brother was only talking to their father and mother, the twins eagerly reached out to pull Feng Sheng'e's calf.

Hongye: "Brother, my sister and I are here to take you home."

Folgochun: "Hmm, why isn't brother talking to us?"

"Brother doesn't like Forgochun anymore?"

Hongye: "Brother, brother, brother."

The two little ones would pull Feng Sheng'e's trouser legs several times every time they said a word.

Hongye: "Brother, why do you always let Ama hold you~"

Fuer Guochun: "Father, I want a hug too."

"Folgochun wants a hug too, Ama Ama Ama!"

(It's a holiday today, so I almost didn't have time to update. Happy Winter Solstice, my dears~)