The Qing Palace Never Meets Spring

Seeing the eager maidservants beside Qingwan, Fuling finally raised her hand and slapped them across the face repeatedly.

After the fight was over, Yingyu tentatively asked, "The wife's father is the Minister of Personnel and a high-ranking official in His Majesty's court. Your sixth brother-in-law is the son of Grand Secretary Yisanga and is also a young scholar with a high reputation in His Majesty's court. Is there nothing they can do?"

"The Princess Consort may have conveyed a message to the two gentlemen; they must have devised a plan."

Upon hearing Yingyu's words, Fuling disregarded the injury on her face and looked at Qingwan hopefully.

Because Yingyu's voice was too weak, Qingwan unconsciously softened her tone when speaking to her: "My father will naturally think of any possible solutions, as will the princess. You should rest well."

"How can I rest in peace?" Yingyu simply shook her head.

"There is something else I need to tell you." Seeing that their attention was focused on her again, Qingwan continued, "Since Master is now confined, he needs someone to serve him. Yingyu has just given birth."

"Narling, when the Imperial Household Department comes to collect her, I'll let you go, okay?"

When Fuling first heard Qingwan's words, she was overjoyed. As long as she could go, given Yinxiang's personality, she and Qingwan would be able to stand on equal footing in the future, not to mention she also had the eldest prince.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling couldn't help but feel a little excited, and her body trembled a little, but she quickly calmed down. The two children were still young, and she didn't feel comfortable leaving them with others. Besides, if she really went away, would her children still be hers when she came back?

Qingwan watched as Fuling's expression changed, and she couldn't help but feel some resentment towards Yinxiang. She took a deep breath to suppress her emotions and looked at Fuling again, thinking that Fuling must have made her choice.

Sure enough, Fuling then said, "If the Fujin (madam) speaks, I will naturally go, but I'm worried about the two children."

She didn't listen to Fu Ling's subsequent excuses, it seems that Fu Ling chose the child over Yinxiang.

"In that case, you should take good care of the child."

Fu Ling was suddenly interrupted by Qing Wan. After pausing for a moment, she replied, "Yes," without saying anything more.

Yingyu immediately said, "Madam, it's me."

"You can stay here and take care of yourself. I don't dare ask you to go with me in this condition. Alright, if anything else happens, I'll have someone inform you. Go back now."

After sending the people back, Qingwan changed her clothes and went back into the inner palace, but she was turned away by several concubines and the Empress Dowager who she could talk to.

Especially with Consort Hui, Yinzhi also suffered Kangxi's dislike this time.

She had no choice but to return to her brother's residence, enveloped by an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

She admitted that she was timid, so she always avoided seeing Emperor Kangxi, the emperor whose fate could be decided with a single word.

After she had arranged everything, she went outside and saw several maids waiting there. She smiled and said, "Why are you all guarding the door? Didn't I tell you that it's cold and you don't need to keep guarding it all the time?"

And Aunt Yan, you should rest today.

Muxiang stepped forward and stopped her: "This servant will go with the Fujin."

Qingwan smiled helplessly: "It's not like I'm going to climb mountains of knives or plunge into seas of fire. You've all seen these past few days that I might be turned away again and have to come back. Why are you so nervous?"

"Although I had met His Majesty before, it was always at banquets or when I was with the ladies of the harem."

"But since our master went specifically to see His Majesty, we were also nervous. Please don't laugh at us for being so naive, Madam." Mu Xiang replied with a smile.

Qingwan sighed inwardly, "Alright, Aunt Yan, I'll leave Moyaqi to you. I'll be gone for a while today, but I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things for you," Aunt Yan said.

The smooth journey to Qianqing Palace filled Qingwan with anticipation. Looking at the still solemn hall, she knelt down outside the door and said in a raised voice, "This servant, Zhaojia, respectfully wishes Your Majesty a long and peaceful life."

The person who peeked out was someone Qingwan hadn't expected—Su Peisheng, whom she had met once before: "Madam, what brings you here? This is not a place for you."

Qingwan forced a smile and said, "Please ask my father, the Emperor, for me."

Su Peisheng glanced inside before whispering, "Madam, you really don't know how to pick your time, yesterday."

"Who's outside?" Kangxi, who was inside, naturally heard the greetings and asked when there was no response.

Su Peisheng leaned back and whispered a few words to Liang Jiugong, who then said, "It's the Thirteenth Princess kneeling outside; she must be here to pay her respects to His Majesty."

Qingwan was kneeling outside, unaware of what was happening inside. She only heard the sound of porcelain shattering on the ground shortly after Su Peisheng returned.

Then came Kangxi's angry rebuke: "With such heartless and treacherous descendants, I can hardly have a moment of peace, let alone ten thousand."

Qingwan's heart trembled. So much time had passed, yet Kangxi was still so angry. Yinxiang, what heinous thing had you done to make your father, who had been emperor for decades, so angry after all this time?

Kangxi sneered from inside: "If she wants to kneel, then let her kneel."

Su Peisheng and Liang Jiugong exchanged a glance before Liang Jiugong said, "His Majesty has summoned me here today for a meeting, so it's not appropriate for the Thirteenth Princess to just kneel at the door like this."

Kangxi waved his hand, and Su Peisheng turned and went out to Qingwan: "Fujin, it's not right for you to kneel here like this. People are coming and going, and His Majesty is holding a meeting."

Qingwan remained kneeling upright: "Anda, I've come all this way, please at least let me see the Emperor. I dare not plead for the Thirteenth Prince, I only beg the Emperor to tell me how the Thirteenth Prince is doing now."

"Madam, why are you doing this to yourself? No matter what, the Thirteenth Prince is still His Majesty's son. He's just suffering some grievances, but you're not the same."

Qingwan simply shook her head: "Thank you for your help, An Da."

Su Peisheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Please come with me."

Qingwan followed Su Peisheng into the room, but it wasn't the room where Kangxi usually stayed. She looked around and was about to kneel down when a palace maid quickly placed a cushion at her feet.

Qingwan looked up in surprise and saw that it was the girl who had delivered the pomegranates to Emperor Kangxi earlier. She said softly, "Thank you, young lady," before kneeling down.

Seeing Qingwan kneel down again, Su Peisheng hurriedly said, "Madam, what's wrong? Well, I'll go and report back to His Majesty right away."

After Su Peisheng left, the little palace maid whispered in her ear, "His Majesty met with the Thirteenth Prince yesterday, but the Thirteenth Prince must have said something and was reprimanded by His Majesty. If you meet His Majesty, you should take care of yourself first."

Without waiting for Qingwan to speak, he quickly returned to his original position.

Qingwan was in a state of turmoil because of this news. She was certainly afraid, but she was unwilling to go back just like that. If she went back like this, she was afraid she would not be able to explain it to Emperor Kangxi.

He could only quickly plan in his mind how to speak to Emperor Kangxi when they met.