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Chapter 514: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 47

Two sturdy maids stepped forward and fixed Wei Yingluo's hands on the finger torture instruments. The cold metal tightly clamped her fingers, and the sharp pain made her groan.

The excruciating pain from pinching her fingers came over her like a tidal wave. Wei Yingluo felt as if her bones were about to be crushed. Her fingers were connected to her heart, and this kind of pain was unbearable for ordinary people. Her eyes went dark and cold sweat soaked her clothes.

But she clenched her teeth and refused to let herself utter a word to beg for mercy. However, her eyes, which had once been bright and lively, had lost their luster and were now filled with only deep stubbornness and despair.

"Are you still unwilling to admit your mistake? You are a girl who won't cry until you see the coffin!" Matron Liu scolded harshly.

"I'm not wrong..." Wei Yingluo squeezed out these words from between her teeth, her voice was hoarse but extremely firm.

Fu Heng was extremely anxious, he could not sit idly by and watch Wei Yingluo suffer in the Ministry of Punishment. He knew very well that the emperor hated Wei Yingluo, but now, besides asking the emperor for mercy, what else could he do?

There was laughter and joy in Yongshou Palace.

Qianlong was wearing casual clothes, playing pot-tossing with Erqing with great interest. He was in a very good mood today, with a smile on his face all the time, and even deliberately missed a few arrows when tossing the pot, just to make the beauty smile.

Er Qing was wearing a light pink Manchu dress today, which made her skin look whiter than snow, and she looked pretty and charming. She took the sachet handed to her by Qianlong with a charming smile, and said coquettishly, "The emperor is really partial, deliberately giving in to me."

Qianlong laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to scratch her nose, and said lovingly: "You clever little ghost, I can't hide my thoughts from you."

Seeing this, the palace maids beside them all lowered their heads and laughed secretly.

Just as the two were being affectionate, a young eunuch hurried in, knelt on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Fu Heng, Master Fu Heng is asking to see you outside the palace, saying that he has something important to report!"

The smile on Qianlong's face suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a hint of impatience. He frowned slightly and said unhappily: "What is he doing here? Can't he see that I am accompanying the imperial concubine?"

Although Qianlong was unhappy, Fuheng was the empress's brother after all, so he couldn't offend him too much. Moreover, Fuheng must have something important to ask for an audience in such a hurry, regardless of palace rules.

He waved his hand, signaling Fu Heng to enter the hall.

Fu Heng knelt on the ground, but did not speak for a long time. He knew in his heart how much the emperor hated Wei Yingluo. If he pleaded rashly, it would only backfire and make Wei Yingluo suffer even more cruel treatment.

He took a deep breath and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, Yingluo was just confused for a moment and offended the Imperial Concubine. Please spare her life for the sake of her dedication to serving the Empress in the past! I am willing to take the punishment for her!"

Qianlong suddenly threw the teacup in his hand to the ground. With a "pop" sound, the fine celadon shattered into pieces, and the tea splashed everywhere, wetting the corner of Fuheng's clothes, but he seemed to be unaware of it, still kneeling upright, without saying a word.

"What a 'momentary confusion'! She committed treason, disrespected the imperial power, and had no regard for hierarchy. Each of these crimes is punishable by death! I haven't even investigated her for stirring up trouble and spreading rumors, but you're begging for mercy for her!" Qianlong laughed in anger, his eyes sweeping across Fu Heng like a knife.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to stop torturing Yingluo and let her leave in a dignified manner!" Fu Heng's tone was almost pleading, his forehead resting against the cold ground, and his voice trembling slightly.

Qianlong was originally not happy about it, but Erqing also persuaded him softly, "Your Majesty, Lord Fuheng is also worried and confused. Besides, it is a fact that Wei Yingluo committed treason. Even if Your Majesty punishes her severely, she deserves it. However, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, why bother to get angry with a servant? Why not follow Lord Fuheng's words and forgive her this time? It will also show that Your Majesty is magnanimous. What do you think?"

Qianlong's expression eased slightly. He glanced at Fu Heng who was kneeling on the ground and snorted coldly: "For the Queen's sake, I will spare her this time! I will allow you to take Wei Yingluo back, but... no one is allowed to treat her injuries! As for whether she can survive, it depends on God's will!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" Er Qing responded immediately and softly, but there was a barely perceptible hint of pride in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

After Fuheng left, Qianlong helped Erqing lie down on the bed.

He scratched Erqing's nose helplessly.

"You little fox, tell me, what bad idea are you planning now?" He didn't believe that Er Qing would let Wei Yingluo go easily.

Er Qing slapped Qianlong's hand away coquettishly, and a cunning flashed across her eyes. "Your Majesty, how dare I have any bad ideas? My heart is all on Your Majesty, and I just want Your Majesty to be happy."

Qianlong looked at Erqing's expression of trying to hide something, and he was even more certain that this little girl had bad intentions. He pulled Erqing onto his lap and said, "Oh? You really just want to make me happy?"

Er Qing smiled sweetly, letting Qianlong's hands mess around on her body. She gently leaned her head on Qianlong's chest, her voice so sweet that it seemed like honey was dripping out, "Your Majesty, look at what you said, don't you understand my thoughts? In my heart, there is no room for anything else except Your Majesty."

"Really?" Qianlong raised his eyebrows with a hint of amusement in his tone. This little girl was always good at sweet-talking him to make him happy, and he wanted to see what she was up to.

"Your Majesty, please think of it as me doing good deeds for the sake of your unborn child. Besides...how could I be so bad?!" Er Qing said as she looked at Qianlong pitifully with her big watery eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Qianlong was amused by her appearance. This little girl was always playing dumb. She was obviously full of bad intentions, but she pretended to be harmless. Only he could see through her disguise.

"You are just stubborn! I don't know you. Tell me, have you come up with some tricks to play on me again?"

Er Qing was flustered by his gaze, but she still pretended to be calm. She slapped Qianlong's hand away in a coquettish manner and said angrily, "Your Majesty, how dare I play tricks on you? I am a pregnant woman now, and I just want to give birth to a prince safely so that I can share your worries!"

On this night with the south wind blowing, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the roof of the palace. The palace walls were quiet and silent, but secretly there was a turbulent tide. Er Qing sat dignifiedly on the bed, lowering her eyebrows and smiling, as if everything was under control.

"Your Majesty, you see, I am being so cautious just for your sake." Er Qing said softly, with a hint of sweetness and coquettishness in her voice.

Qianlong held her with his backhand, feeling her soft and smooth. He smiled. This little devil was good at pretending, appearing weak and lovely on the surface, but actually she was very scheming, and as always, she wanted to test the bottom line of his heart.