Secrets of Yuqing Palace

Because of the Empress Dowager's last words, Forgochun's wedding was held as planned.

Unexpectedly, at the time of Fuluguochun's wedding, Wanyu's mother, Fucha, looked at Honggui and Hongli who were surrounding her daughter and relying on her.

Suddenly, she chuckled.

"Yu'er, you and Lin'er are indeed sisters."

"Prince Jin and Prince Yong are indeed brothers."

Wanyu asked, somewhat confused, "What happened to mother?"

Fucha smiled and asked, "Don't you realize that Honggui and Hongli are somewhat similar?"

"And Hongli is actually more like you than Honggui."

Fucha suddenly slapped her forehead.

"Hey, that's what I said."

"You and your third brother look 50% alike. Hongli and your third brother looked 60% to 70% alike when they were children."

"But your third brother has been staying in Guangdong all year round, and now he's tanned like a piece of charcoal."

"Two years ago, when he returned to Beijing to report on his work, my mother almost didn't recognize him."

"Now I can't see much resemblance between Hongli and him. Instead, he and you look more like mother and son."

Wanyu's heart tightened.

"What did mother say?"

"Hongli is the second sister's son. My father and uncle are brothers. Our prince and Hongli's father are also brothers. It's normal for Hongli to look like my third brother and me."

Fucha smiled and nodded, touching Hongli's head affectionately. Looking at the little faces that looked like her own daughter and son, the smile on her face became even more kind.

"As expected, he has the blood of our Guarjia clan flowing in his veins. He is just like one of our own family."

Hongli rubbed his head in Fucha's palm admiringly, then grinned at her.

Honggui looked at his younger brother and Guo Luo's mother being intimate, and he also put his head in front of Guo Luo's mother.

Fu Cha also reached out and touched Honggui's head with amusement.

Wanyu felt a chill in her heart as she watched the intimate interaction between her mother and the two children.

After returning to Prince Jin's mansion in the evening, she mentioned this matter to Yinreng.

Worry flashed in Yinreng's eyes.

He put his arms around Xiaoyuer's waist and gently soothed her back.

"Don't be afraid. We're not in the capital all year round anyway, so no one will find out."

Wanyu felt a little flustered.

"Baocheng, let's leave Beijing as soon as possible."

"I'm worried about being discovered by others. If we're exposed, we'll all be in danger, especially Hongli."

Yinreng hugged her tightly and comforted her calmly.

"Okay, let's leave Beijing early."

Wanyu suddenly said, "Baocheng, after we leave Beijing, let's find a place to settle down temporarily."

Yinreng asked, "What's wrong?"

Wanyu raised her head, looked into Yinreng's eyes, and spoke very calmly.

"I want to fake my own death and get away."

Yinreng's pupils shrank slightly.

"Xiao Yu'er, you..."

Wanyu reached out and covered Yinreng's mouth.

"I just thought about it. Even if we leave the capital early, as long as I'm 'alive' one day, I will need to return to the capital frequently in the future."

"I escaped this time, but what about the next time? What about the time after that?"

"This time it was my mother who noticed the similarity, but I don't know who will notice it next time!"

"So, I can only die!"

"Only if I die and never appear in the capital again will others not notice anything is wrong."

"Only in this way can we protect the secret!"

Yinreng's heart trembled slightly.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Wanyu nodded seriously.

"We are the ones who have let Hongli down. We must protect him, no matter what means we have to use."

Yinreng buried his head in the crook of Concubine Xiao's neck and said sullenly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wanyu said with a distressed heart, "Children...don't tell them either."

After a long while, Yinreng finally said a dry "Hmm."

After Fuluguochun's wedding, Wanyu looked at her children, the eldest grandson Yongchen and the second grandson Yonglin with greedy eyes every day. She rarely went out and stayed with her children all the time.

In early June, Yinreng left Beijing again with Wanyu looking reluctant.

This time when they left Beijing, the two of them brought their guards and secretly went to the picturesque Jiangnan region, where they bought a house and settled down temporarily.

At the end of July in the 57th year of the Kangxi reign, Yinreng wrote a letter to his family in Beijing, full of grief.

While traveling, Prince Jin's wife, Guaerjia, suddenly fell ill and died on the way due to lack of timely medical treatment.

Prince Jin was deeply devastated by the sudden death of his wife. He was reluctant to return to his sad hometown in the capital and recall the past with his wife.

So he arranged for his close confidants to bring his wife's personal belongings back to the capital, and ordered his eldest son Hongxi to build a cenotaph for his mother and hold funeral ceremonies.

He also sent a memorial to Khan Ama, requesting that the title of Prince Jin be inherited by Crown Prince Hongye.

Unexpectedly, the emperor ordered the funeral of Prince Jin's wife, and sent Longkodo, who was now the commander of the infantry, with 30 guards in mourning to bury Erjia according to the specifications of the Crown Princess.

In addition, the emperor expressed his admiration for the Guwalgiya clan many times in the court and praised them highly.

"The Second Prince's wife is virtuous and filial, with a kind and gentle nature. Since becoming his wife, she has worked hard for many years."

No one in the capital knew about Wanyu's fake death, not even Wanlin.

So when people in Beijing learned that Wanyu had passed away, they were all extremely sad.

Especially Wanyu's parents and children.

People who were fine a few months ago are suddenly gone, which is a huge blow to them.

Wanyu and Yinreng could also guess some of the situation in the capital, but now they would rather their families be sad than reveal the fact that Wanyu was still alive.

I am worried about causing irreversible consequences.

In the next few years, Wanyu and Yinreng lived in Jiangnan under an assumed name.

It was not until the 61st year of the Kangxi reign that Kangxi ordered his confidants to send a secret decree to Yinreng, asking him to return to Beijing immediately.

This was the first time the emperor took the initiative to write to Yinreng since leaving Beijing, asking him to return to Beijing.

Wanyu guessed that the emperor might have been unable to hold on, and she didn't know the reason, so she asked Yinreng to go back.

But Wanyu knew that Yinreng had always respected and been filial to his father, and did not want him to have any regrets in the future, so she persuaded him to return to Beijing as soon as possible.

With Wanyu's farewell, Yinreng returned secretly to the capital with his guards.

And he was secretly taken to Changchun Garden by Kangxi's men as soon as possible.

Looking at his Khan-father, whose skin was old, hair was gray, and whose eyes were squinting as he tried to look at him, Yinreng almost shed tears.

He suppressed the soreness in his throat and bowed.

"My son pays homage to Khan Ama."

"My son is unfilial. He comes back so late to see Khan Ama."

When Kangxi saw his son, his originally blurry eyes suddenly lit up with astonishing light.

He smiled happily and waved to Yinreng.

"Baocheng is back."

"Come closer, let Amma take a good look at you."

Yinreng stood up and walked quickly to Khan Ama, then squatted down and approached Khan Ama.

Kangxi reached out and touched Yinreng's cheek, feeling the warmth from his hand.

The emperor, who always had a serious face and was full of majesty, now smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"It's my Baocheng who's back."

"very nice."

"very nice."

Yinreng held the wrinkled old hands on his face, forced a smile, and nodded.

"Khan Ama, my son is back."

A trace of loneliness flashed across Kangxi's face, and he spoke breathlessly and hesitantly.

"It'll be good if you come back, it'll be good if you come back."

"I thought...I thought Baocheng was angry with Father and didn't want to come back to see Father anymore."

"Baocheng, it's Ama... Ama was wrong."

"Don't...don't leave it, Ama."

Yinreng's emotions could no longer be contained.

He buried his head on Khan Ama's knees and tears burst out of his eyes.

He sobbed and said, "Khan Ama, you are the Ama I respect and rely on the most."

"How could a son not want his father?"

Kangxi's eyes were red, and he touched his son's head on his knees with trembling hands.

"Okay, my Baocheng is the most filial and sensible child."

Liang Jiugong, who was standing behind the emperor, watched the touching scene of the father and son reconciliation, listened to their heart-to-heart talks, and couldn't help wiping his eyes with his sleeves.

(I watched Nezha today and it made me cry. It killed me.)