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Three years after the death of the sacrifice, the monarch went to his heart to worry;

The monarch's heart wavered indeterminately, and depression eventually became a disease.

In the past, if a prince died, the emperor would always stay by her side and comfort her, take care of her, and care for her alone. But this year, there was no more comfort from the emperor, and did the emperor also think that she was the one who killed the children?

"It's time to go …" Xiaoqing worriedly called out, "Don't think too much about it. This matter will definitely be over soon." Although Xiaoqing said this, she knew in her heart that Rongzi had already caused a ruckus in the palace. The Emperor did not continue to play his master's cards, and his master was being coldly ignored. Thinking of this, Xiaoqing's heart ached.

Rong'er put away his sadness and raised his head to look at Xiao Qing. "It's alright, I didn't think too much about it. Oh right, Xiao Qing, it's time for you to leave the palace. Are you really not coming out?"

"I'm not coming out. I've decided that I will always be by Master's side in the palace." Xiaoqing nodded her head and said. Now that her master was in such a difficult situation, there was no way she could abandon her.

Rong'er looked gratefully at Xiaoqing. "Xiaoqing, actually, I'm afraid of being lonely. I also hope that you two can stay by my side, but I don't want to miss your happiness."

"Mistress, don't worry. Others might not know, but at least Su Ya and I will be by your side for the rest of our lives." Xiaoqing looked at Rong'er and said sincerely.

Su Ya sighed lightly and replied, "Mistress, there's no need to worry. No matter how difficult it is for you, we will always accompany you and support you." Recently, they had heard rumors about their master being hurt in the palace. They knew that their master was holding on with all his might, and that their mother was going to be the victor. It was hard to imagine how painful it would be, but their master had always been strong in the face of it.

"Thank you! With you all by my side, and with Emperor Rong by my side, I will be satisfied. " Rong'er's face revealed a bitter smile. No matter how sad she was, she wouldn't say it out loud. She missed Longevity, and her heart shattered when she thought about it.

The beginning of May is the third anniversary of the memorial service of the noble and filial queen.

The shrine was held at the entrance of the temple, for three years before the body was buried in the earth, and although the royal doctors used ancient methods of using mercury, tribute, arsenic, and special country materials to keep the body from rotting away, a strange smell still lingered in the shrine. Three years of sacrifice, Xuan Ye knew that Rong'er wanted to come, but he did not allow it, so this time all his wives came to pay their respects. Only he came alone, he felt that he was worthy of his filial piety, and after three years, he still could not let her rest in peace, he was about to establish a new family, but she could only stay in Gonghua City, his heart was troubled, truly uneasy.

The fragrance rose to his eyebrows, and his heart ached. Xuan Ye softly muttered in his heart, "Empress, can you blame me?" "Do you hate me?" Xuan Ye stared at the coffin in the hall and said, "Empress, Rong'er has always been on good terms with you. You guys are like sisters, but now the people in the palace have won. "I'm not sure either. Empress, you're a celestial being, can you tell me whether this is true or false?" Of course, the coffin was still calmly lying there, not making the slightest sound.

Xuan Ye sighed, "Empress, I shouldn't have asked you this question. You can be at ease, I will make the tomb as soon as possible so that you can bury it. I will teach it to you and ensure its success, do you know that? He had smallpox, but he was fine, he had survived. Just like how Zhen was back then, Zhen walked over from the smallpox, while Bao Cheng also walked over from the smallpox. Perhaps … "We are all fated sons of heaven, we will nurture him well …"

He did not dare to look at Rong'er. Although he knew that Rong'er must be very sad, he really did not know what to do about it. He had asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send Rong'er a nourishing meal, and he also had a feeling of exhaustion. He had to properly organize his own heart.

On the morning of May, when Shang's letter officially fell to Daqing, Xuan Ye ordered him to attack his father and follow the army to punish the traitors. At the same time, Fu Honglie was allowed to be the patrolling officer of Guangxi. Fu Honglie led troops to acquire Wuzhou, then was conferred the title of General Fudan to eliminate Kou, and together with Zang Yitu, the two of them acquired Guangxi. As the war in the south progressed, Xuan Ye's strategy of disintegrating the enemy was at its most effective. With the recruitment of Wu Sangui and the arrival of his ministers, the advantages of the Manchu troops on the battlefield became more and more apparent. Finally, Xuan Ye was able to breathe a big sigh of relief.

Rong'er was very sick, and she had been feeling depressed for a long time. Finally, it was time for her to give up and suddenly burst into an outburst. Wang Jingzhi was watching over her in Rong'er's room day and night.

"Rong'er, you have to be strong. Don't think too much." Wang Jingzhi worriedly held Rong'er's cold hand.

Rong'er's lips were pale and her face was pale, but she still smiled, "It's just a chill, why are you so nervous? I'll be fine. "

How was this a cold? Even the imperial physician couldn't tell what kind of illness it was. He only said that it was because Young Master Rong had passed away because of the prince. His heart was filled with gloom, and it had become a disease. The key thing was how happy she was right now, so she could help to relieve the knot in her heart. Add the medicine and you should be able to recuperate.

"Mother!" Drinking water, Rongxian held up a bowl to feed Rong-er.

"It's so good to be the prime minister. I'm the first lady's good child." She had been ill for two days, and the emperor had not come to see her. A few days ago, it was the day of the empress's sacrifice, so she wanted to go with the queen, but she was not granted permission from the emperor. She has really fallen out of favor, Rong thought bitterly.

"Xiaoqing, is there still no way to notify the Emperor?" Wang Jingzhi frowned and asked. They didn't know if the Emperor knew that Rong'er was sick.

I am completely unable to contact the people in the imperial palace. You know, us palace maids cannot barge in recklessly, reporting the illness to the Noble Lady Rong of the internal palace. However, we do not know if they have reported it to the emperor or not. After all, there were so many women in the palace today, and not every imperial concubine would tell the emperor that they were ill. In these two months, the master had made it clear that she had lost her favour, and even her servants had slacked off.

Rong'er chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I'm in no hurry. There's no need to tell the emperor. Don't let him know." Rong'er's words were actually filled with fear. If the emperor really didn't know, then she would feel better. If the emperor knew and didn't come to see her, then her heart would feel even worse.

"Rong'er, stop thinking too much and focus on recuperating." Zhi Zhi's eyes were already red. She choked on her sobs and said, "You better not get into trouble …"

Rong'er smiled and nodded, gently closing her eyes. She didn't want anything to happen to her, but she was thinking that perhaps she would never see the Emperor again, just like how Rowland still had nobles, horses, and children who would agree to see the Emperor. Her heart ached at the thought of this, and she didn't know how she would continue to live. All the scenes of the past emperors treating her warmly flashed before her eyes. She admitted that the emperors might have given her more warmth than any of the other imperial concubines, but … It was because of so much that she was even more reluctant and scared. As she thought about this, she quietly turned her face towards the outside of the bed and a stream of tears quietly rolled down her cheeks.

Wang Jingzhi and Xiaoqing looked at each other, helpless and worried.