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Chapter 515: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 48

However, he liked her, no matter which side of her she was, he couldn't stop.

"What are you saying, my beloved concubine? How could I not know your sincerity?" Qianlong chuckled and held Erqing in his arms, gently stroking her black hair with his big hands.

"It's just that it's hard to tell right from wrong in the harem. I have to be cautious in order to protect you."

"Your Majesty is right. I understand it all." Er Qing raised her head, her eyes full of tenderness and obedience.

Wei Yingluo was roughly carried back to Fucha Mansion. The road was bumpy all the time, but she seemed to feel no pain, just staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. The bright and beautiful temperament she had in the Old Summer Palace in the past was completely gone at this moment, like a flower that was casually discarded, losing all its vitality.

The servants carried her into the room tremblingly, and no one dared to say a word.

"Ahem..." Wei Yingluo coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the cloth beneath her body red. She struggled to get up, but the wound on her body was pulled, and the severe pain made her fall back to the ground powerlessly.

Fu Heng was extremely anxious, but he had no idea what to do. However, as a subject, he could not disobey the emperor's order, and could only watch her lying on the cold bed, dying.

"Yingluo, how are you? Say something!" Fu Heng held Wei Yingluo's hand, feeling her gradually cooling body temperature, his heart aching.

Wei Yingluo opened her eyes weakly, looked at the anxious Fu Heng in front of her, and pulled a bitter smile from the corner of her mouth: "I'm fine... cough cough... I won't die..."

"You're still saying it's okay even after this!" Fu Heng blamed himself. He hated himself for being incompetent and for not being able to protect her.

"Er Qing! I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!" Wei Yingluo's voice was hoarse and weak, but every word was full of tears and hatred.

Fu Heng hugged her lovingly and patted her back gently, trying to calm her down: "Yingluo, stop talking, have a good rest and conserve your energy."

"Rest? How can I rest?! Cough cough... cough cough..." Wei Yingluo pushed Fu Heng away and started coughing violently. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, staining the front of her clothes red.

"It's all that bitch Er Qing's fault! She's the one who got me to this point! How could I lose to her?! I won't accept this! I won't accept this!" Wei Yingluo's eyes were red as she stared straight ahead, as if Er Qing was standing there.

Fu Heng knew that it was futile to say anything at this moment. The hatred in Wei Yingluo's heart was already deeply rooted. He could only hold her hand tightly and give her a little comfort.

Wei Yingluo coughed so hard that her lungs were broken. The pain in her chest made her eyes go black. She tightly grasped Fu Heng's hand, as if grasping the last straw to save her life. Her voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows: "Fu Heng... tell me... tell me... are you... also in love with Er Qing?!"

This question was like a thunderclap that exploded in Fu Heng's ears. He looked up in astonishment, looking at the woman in front of him who was once lively and vivid but now looked like a withered woman, and his heart ached.

"Yingluo, you...what nonsense are you talking about? How could I..." Fu Heng wanted to explain in panic, but was interrupted by Wei Yingluo.

"Don't lie to me!" Wei Yingluo coughed violently, and the blood stained her hands and the back of Fu Heng's hands red. However, she was completely unaware and just stared at Fu Heng, her eyes full of despair and grief: "How dare you look me in the eye and say you don't like her?!"

Fu Heng was speechless. He could not deny that Er Qing's behavior was too different now and then, and he did waver. Especially when he saw Wei Yingluo framing her again and again, the balance in his heart began to tilt slowly.

"Look, you don't even dare to refute!" Wei Yingluo smiled bitterly, her laughter full of self-mockery and sadness.

"I am so ridiculous. I still have delusions... I have delusions that you can give up everything for me..."

"Yingluo, don't be like this..." Fu Heng wanted to hug Wei Yingluo with heartache, but she pushed him away.

"Don't touch me!"

Wei Yingluo's emotions completely collapsed. She struggled to get up, but fell weakly on the bed: "Fu Heng, I hate you! I hate you! I hate myself!"

She hated Fu Heng's indecision, and hated herself for throwing herself into the fire. In the end, the person she loved didn't like her, and the person who liked her made her so heartbroken.

"Yingluo, calm down, you need to rest..." Fu Heng tried to comfort Wei Yingluo, but his words seemed pale and powerless.

Wei Yingluo could no longer listen to anything, she was trapped in her own emotional abyss, unable to extricate herself. Every bit of her time with Fu Heng appeared before her eyes, and those memories now turned into sharp blades, cutting her heart one by one.

"Get out! Get out of here!" Wei Yingluo yelled at the top of her lungs, tears blurring her eyes.

Fu Heng looked at the heartbroken woman in front of him, his heart filled with guilt and heartache. He knew that at this moment, any words would be pale, and the only thing he could do was to let her be alone and quiet.

He slowly stood up, looked at Wei Yingluo deeply, turned around and walked out of the room.

Wei Yingluo was the only one left in the room, curled up helplessly on the bed, sobbing softly. Her voice echoed in the empty room, like a wounded beast, desperate and helpless.

"I'm so ridiculous..." She murmured to herself, her voice as thin as a mosquito, but like a rusty knife, slowly and firmly cutting Fu Heng's heart.

He stood outside the door, listening to the suppressed crying of the woman in the house, feeling mixed emotions.

It’s not that he didn’t feel sorry for Wei Yingluo, but he also had a strange feeling towards Er Qing.

The woman who used to be timid in front of him now showed amazing resilience and courage. She endured and fought back again and again, like a weed struggling to survive in a crack, tenaciously absorbing the sun and rain.

Fu Heng recalled that day when Er Qing was wearing plain clothes and standing under the apricot tree in the imperial garden. The breeze blew past, lifting the petals on her skirt and blowing away the tears from her eyes. She looked at Qianlong's bedroom in the distance with a firm and resolute look in her eyes, as if she had made some important decision.

At that moment, Fu Heng's heart trembled for no reason. For the first time, he discovered that Er Qing's beauty was not like Rong Yin's gentleness and grace, nor was it different from Ying Luo's smartness and cuteness. Instead, it was a kind of tenacity that came after going through hardships, a kind of beauty that came after emerging from a cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

"Could it be... I really like her?" Fu Heng felt a little confused, and then was overwhelmed by a strong sense of guilt. How could he, how could he have a crush on someone who had hurt Ying Luo? How could he face the woman who risked her life for him?

Fu Heng closed his eyes in pain, his clenched fists trembling slightly because of excessive force. He didn't dare to listen any more, turned around and walked away quickly, as if there was a flood beast chasing him from behind.