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Chapter 502: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 35

The smile on Qianlong's face froze slightly. He subconsciously looked at Erqing, and saw a barely perceptible glimmer of pride in her eyes. He immediately understood.

Upon hearing the news, Empress Rongyin rushed over, with anxiety and worry on her face. She walked quickly to Erqing's bedside and asked with concern, "My noble concubine, how are you? I heard that you fainted, and I was so scared!"

When Er Qing saw Rong Yin coming, she quickly stood up and saluted, but was held back by Rong Yin.

"Sister, you are weak, so there is no need to be so polite." Rong Yin said gently.

"Thank you for your concern, Queen. I am fine, but..."

Er Qing paused deliberately, then glanced at Qianlong, lowered her head shyly, and said softly: "It's just that the imperial physician said that I...I am pregnant..."

"What?!" Rong Yin's face turned pale when she heard that. She looked at Er Qing in disbelief, then at Qianlong. Her lips moved but she said nothing.

Rong Yin felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it became difficult for her to breathe. She tried to maintain her dignified demeanor, and forced a smile at the corner of her lips.

"Congratulations, sister." Rong Yin's voice sounded a little hoarse, "I am really happy for the emperor and sister."

Of course, Qianlong could see the queen's loneliness, but the friendship they had shared over the years had long been worn away by Wei Yingluo's affairs.

"The queen is weak, you should go back and rest early. I am here with you, Concubine."

Although Qianlong's words were full of concern, they also revealed an unquestionable toughness, more like an order, an order that excluded Rong Yin.

Rong Yin couldn't help but hear the meaning, and her heart felt even more bitter, but she could only hold back and not let the tears flow out.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the grief and despair in her heart, slowly stood up, bowed to Qianlong, her voice calm but with a barely perceptible tremor: "I obey your order."

After saying that, she looked at Er Qing deeply, her eyes filled with complex emotions, including sadness, unwillingness, and a hint of relief.

This glance seemed to see through Er Qing, including all the complicated grievances and hatreds between the two.

Er Qing calmly met Rong Yin's gaze, with an imperceptible smile of victory on her lips. She knew that from now on, no one in the harem could compete with her, and she was the most noble woman in the Forbidden City.

Rong Yin turned around, and with the help of the palace maid, she walked out of the bedroom step by step. Every step was like stepping on her heart, causing unbearable pain.

She was the most honorable woman in the harem and Qianlong's first wife. But now, she had to watch her beloved man conceive a child with another woman, and she could only endure this heart-wrenching pain silently.

Outside the bedroom, the setting sun made Rong Yin's figure seem particularly long and lonely. She looked back at the magnificent palace, feeling mixed emotions.

Once upon a time, this was the love nest of her and Qianlong, filled with laughter and joy. But now, it has become her sad place, and every brick and tile is engraved with her sadness and despair.

"Your Majesty, the night is getting cold, let's go back." The palace maid beside her advised softly.

Rong Yin retracted her gaze, nodded gently, turned and left, leaving only a sigh that drifted away in the wind...

The bedroom was filled with a faint scent of ambergris, and the golden nanmu furniture glowed softly under the candlelight. Qianlong sat by the bed, holding a bowl of black abortion-preserving medicine in his hand, stirring it gently with a spoon.

Er Qing leaned against the head of the bed, the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing her white shoulders. She looked at Qianlong, her eyes full of tenderness and affection.

"Your Majesty, this medicine is too bitter. I don't want to drink it." She said in a delicate voice, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Qianlong put down the medicine bowl, took her into his arms lovingly, and gently stroked her hair.

"Be good, good medicine tastes bitter. This is for your and the child's good." He coaxed softly, as if he was coaxing an ignorant child.

"But..." Er Qing wanted to say something, but Qianlong gently pressed his index finger against her lips.

"Be obedient," Qianlong's eyes contained a hint of unquestionable majesty.

"I'll feed you."

After that, he picked up the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Er Qing's mouth. Er Qing looked at him shyly, opened her rosy lips, and slowly swallowed the medicine.

The bitter taste spread in her mouth, and Er Qing couldn't help but frown slightly. Seeing this, Qianlong quickly picked up the candied fruit and stuffed it into her mouth. "Is it sweet?"

He asked, a hint of fondness in his tone.

"Yeah!" Er Qing nodded, a happy smile appearing on the corner of her mouth, as if the sweetness of the candied fruit touched her heart.

Qianlong fed her the medicine one spoonful at a time, and Erqing snuggled in his arms like a docile kitten, enjoying this rare tenderness.

Qianlong gently passed the candied fruit to Erqing's lips, his eyes full of doting, as if all the treasures in the world could not compare to her smile at this moment. Erqing shyly opened her red lips, holding the candied fruit, her eyes rolling, full of the attitude of a winner.

"Your Majesty, this candied fruit is so sweet, sweeter than any I've ever eaten before." Er Qing's delicate voice rang in Qianlong's ears, like a feather brushing gently, causing a tingling sensation.

"I'm glad you like it. I'll have someone send more over." Qianlong smiled and gently stroked Erqing's long black hair with his big hands.

"Your Majesty, you are so kind to me." Er Qing snuggled in Qianlong's arms, her voice charming with a barely perceptible hint of pride.

"Silly girl, you are my Qing'er. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well?" Qianlong gently scratched her nose, the doting in his eyes almost overflowing.

News from the harem always spreads quickly. In the blink of an eye, the news that the imperial concubine was pregnant spread throughout the six palaces.

Those concubines who usually waited eagerly for the emperor to call their names were now gathered in their respective palaces, their eyes as red as freshly peeled pomegranates.

"Hmph, she's just pregnant, but look how proud she is!" Jiapin threw the teacup in her hand to the ground fiercely. The fine blue and white porcelain instantly shattered into several petals, just like her mood at the moment.

"That's right. The emperor has never doted on anyone like this before." The palace maid at the side echoed, her eyes full of jealousy and disdain.

Unlike other concubines who were angry, Empress Xian just smiled faintly after hearing the news, as if it had nothing to do with her.

She put down the Buddhist beads in her hand and said calmly to the maid beside her: "Go to the storehouse and pick out some top-quality supplements and send them to Yongshou Palace. Just say it's a little gift from me."

As expected, Qianlong's love for Erqing did not diminish at all because of her pregnancy. Instead, he became even more considerate. He stayed by Erqing's side every day, asking about her well-being and showing great concern.