Comprehensive Qing wear good luck

Chapter 192 Chang Zai's Promotion 22

As December approached, the competition for favor in the harem decreased, and Qianlong became so busy that he had no time to enter the harem.

Jihuan felt that it was a rare opportunity to have some free time.

She was just a concubine, favored but without power. Being busy had little to do with her. Even if there were things to do, there were plenty of people around her who could do the work, so it was not her turn to do the work.

December was about to pass and the new year was about to begin in a few days, Qingyin hurried in.

"My queen, it's bad, the Seventh Prince has got acne!"

Ji Huan was not surprised at all, but still stood up in surprise: "How is it possible?"

"The Emperor has ordered that Changchun Palace be sealed off. The Empress must personally take care of the Seventh Prince. The Emperor has also ordered that no one in the palace should move around. The Ministry of Internal Affairs will arrange for people to deliver daily necessities, as well as daily meals. All the doctors from the Imperial Hospital are on standby at Changchun Palace."

It seems that Qianlong suspected that someone had harmed the Seventh Prince. Well, who could have gotten the smallpox for no reason but the Seventh Prince? He was the well-protected Seventh Prince!

"Since the emperor has given the order, we must obey it. Order that no playing or fighting is allowed in Xianfu Palace. Put away all the bright and eye-catching things for the time being. I will go to the study to copy Buddhist scriptures to pray for the Seventh Prince."

"Yes, ma'am."

With Jihuan in charge, Xianfu Palace was in order.

On the twenty-ninth day, Qingyin said hurriedly: "My lady, the Seventh Prince died young."

Ji Huan closed his eyes, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said with a sad face: "Amitabha, what a pity!"

Strictly speaking, the Seventh Prince was not even two years old! He was young and weak. If he had been carefully taken care of until he was ten years old, he might have been no different from an ordinary person. But he had smallpox at such a young age.

Smallpox, also known as smallpox, is an infectious disease that even healthy adults may not be able to survive.

"Give orders to everyone in Xianfu Palace not to show joy on their faces. You all know how much the Emperor trusts the Empress. I don't want anyone to upset the Emperor at this critical moment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Ji Huan was copying Buddhist scriptures skillfully in the study. To be honest, she looked more calm and indifferent now. To some extent, copying Buddhist scriptures was still useful, for example, it could improve a certain temperament.

"System, if nothing unexpected happens, this white moonlight queen of Emperor Qianlong will probably die in Shandong next year. I have to do something."

“This is beyond my scope of service.”

"I know. I just want to find someone to talk to. You know, in a harem full of conspiracies and intrigues, if you suppress yourself too much, big problems will arise."

Strictly speaking, the system is not a person, but it is a good listener.

As expected, Empress Fucha fell ill. She was already frail, and after suffering such a blow, she was bedridden.

Jingse, the only surviving daughter of Empress Fucha, stayed by her side every day, but this did not make her condition better.

Starting from the second day of the Lunar New Year, Qianlong prepared a grand funeral for his legitimate son to show his importance, but no matter how grand it was, the person was still gone.

Even after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there was not much of a festive atmosphere in the palace.

"Tonight I come to bid you farewell in a small boat. From now on, we will go our separate ways in life and death."

"Everything has an end, which only hurts those who are still alive!"

"My lady, what do these two lines of poetry mean?"

"Poems of mourning."

Shuxiang hurriedly comforted her: "I know that your Majesty has a kind heart, but you should also take care of yourself. Have you not been eating well recently?"

"Seventh Prince was so innocent and cute. How can I not be heartbroken when a healthy child suddenly passed away? However, there is not much I can do. I can only copy some Buddhist scriptures!"

"Your Highness has done well enough."

Ji Huan sighed and said, "When I finish copying this volume, you can take it and offer it to the emperor!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Outside the study, Qianlong came quietly and left quietly.

Jihuan stopped writing only after Qianlong left.

Shuxiang heaved a sigh of relief when she saw her stop writing. Qianlong also heard that Jihuan and her confidants knew about this incident in the corner. It was just a show and they were serious about it.

After returning to the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, Qianlong picked up his pen and unconsciously wrote down the two lines of poetry that he had sent to Huannian.

"Tonight I come to bid you farewell in a small boat. From now on, life and death will go our separate ways!"

"Everything has an end, which only hurts those who are still alive!"

"Princess Rou has a kind heart. Li Yu, let's go to Changchun Palace."

He was sad, but he was the emperor and he had to cheer up. The empress was even sadder than him. The dead are gone, and the living should not give up.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qianlong comforted the emperor for several days in a row, and the queen finally cheered up. Although she was not well yet, she was no longer bedridden like before.

By the time Empress Fucha was able to move around, it was already the end of the first month of the lunar year.

Soon after, Qianlong began to linger in the harem and visited each of them one by one, and Jihuan received many rewards.

This happened for political purposes, or perhaps Qianlong wanted to take the empress out to relax and decided to tour Shandong.

After the news got out, Ji Huan felt that it was about time.

In Concubine Xian's palace, Concubine Shu and Concubine Xian sat opposite each other.

"Sister Concubine Xian, there is something you may not know. Our queen may not live long."

Concubine Xian paused while holding the teacup, and then asked, "Where did Sister Shu get the news from?"

Concubine Xian really didn't know about this. Imperial Physician Liang's family was unexpectedly destroyed, and she was still looking for a new imperial physician to confidant, but it would not be possible for the time being.

"My sister has someone in the Imperial Hospital, and he discovered it by accident. Don't you think this is a good opportunity, sister?"

"What good opportunity?"

"Tell me, if our queen finds out that her children have all died, can she still maintain that gentle face?"

Imperial Concubine Xian was tempted, but said: "Do you have any evidence? The Seventh Prince's smallpox was suspicious. The Emperor investigated it personally and dealt with a group of people, but he still couldn't find out who did it. If the Emperor couldn't find out, I don't believe that my sister can find out. The Seventh Prince is like this, and the Second Prince has been dead for several years, so there is nothing to find out."

"I don't have any evidence, but we must let our queen have a specific suspect! A dying mother is the last person to be provoked. Although the queen is gentle, we can all see how much she loves her children. I believe that the queen will leave a memorable last words for our emperor."

After listening to this, Concubine Xian felt that it was very feasible.

"how do you want to do it?"

"This is what my sister planned..."

Shu Fei talked about her plans, and Concubine Xian nodded from time to time and occasionally added something.

Ji Huan received news from Nanny Chen that this trip to Shandong would be very lively.

As expected, Ji Huan was also on the accompanying list.

Jihuan sat in the carriage, listening to Qingyin's description of how large the entourage was, and couldn't help but think of the historical evaluation of Qianlong.

Many people said that he was a professional emperor, that he was born with the ability to be an emperor and was born to play political games, but he was extremely concerned about reputation, was ambitious, and enjoyed luxury and pleasure...

He was born in the later years of Emperor Kangxi. At that time, Kangxi was an old lion with a strong desire for control and a good reputation. The officials were corrupt and he did a lot of pleasure.

It can be said that Qianlong followed almost the same style as Kangxi in his later years.

Ji Huan felt that if such an emperor really lived to be ninety-eight, it would be a disaster for the country.