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Chapter 494: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 27

Concubine Gao took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that now was not the time to panic. Although the emperor had demoted her, he had not deprived her of everything, which showed that the emperor still had some affection for her.

She needs to use this time to think carefully about how to win back the Emperor's heart and how to completely defeat that bitch Er Qing!

As night fell, the Forbidden City was shrouded in silence. Only the palace lanterns emitted a dim light, illuminating the carved railings and jade bricks, and also revealing the passion in Emperor Qianlong's heart.

Qianlong was extremely anxious. Before the sedan chair stopped, he jumped off impatiently and walked quickly into the Yongshou Palace.

"Your Majesty, please slow down and be careful where you step." Li Yu followed closely behind him, his shrill voice sounding particularly clear in the silent night.

How could Qianlong listen to anything? His mind was filled with images of Erqing being wronged. He wished he could grow wings, fly to Erqing immediately, hold her in his arms and comfort her.

"Qing'er, I'm here." The voice came before the person arrived. As soon as Qianlong stepped into the gate of Yongshou Palace, he shouted loudly, with undisguised concern and doting in his tone.

When Er Qing heard Qianlong's voice, she quickly stood up to greet him.

"Why did the emperor come at this time? He didn't even let someone know in advance so that I could make preparations early."

"What are you preparing for?" Qianlong grasped Er Qing's slender and boneless hand and pulled her to sit beside him.

"You don't need to be so reserved in front of me."

Qianlong held Erqing's hand, only to find that her hand was extremely cold, like a lifeless doll. He completely wrapped her hand in his palm, trying to warm her with his own temperature.

"Qing'er, are you still angry with me?" Qianlong's voice was low and gentle, as if carrying a barely perceptible hint of pleading.

Er Qing gently withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. How dare I be angry with you?" Her tone was calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Qianlong's heart sank. Er Qing like this made him feel strange and uneasy.

In the past, she was always passionate and never concealed her admiration for me. Even if she occasionally showed some temper, she was still charming and cute.

But now she is like a flower that has lost its water. Although still beautiful, she has lost her former vitality.

"Qing'er, look at me!" Qianlong lifted Erqing's chin and forced her to look at him.

"You really don't blame me? I misunderstood you before, I..." There was a trace of panic in Qianlong's words that he himself did not notice. He longed to get comfort from Er Qing, and longed for her to throw herself into his arms like usual, and tell him coquettishly that she had never blamed him.

However, Er Qing just smiled faintly, like the cold moonlight shining on the calm lake, without causing a ripple.

"Your Majesty is very busy. How dare I trouble you with such a trivial matter? Your Majesty is too kind."

Her words were respectful and distant, as if she was talking to a king who was high above her, rather than the lover who shared the bed with her.

The uneasy feeling in Qianlong's heart became stronger and stronger. He suddenly pulled Erqing into his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.

"Qing'er, you are angry with me, aren't you? It's my fault. I shouldn't have listened to slander and doubted you. You can hit me, scold me, it's all fine, just don't treat me like this, okay?" Qianlong's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of pleading and a hint of fragility.

Er Qing sighed and hugged him back, wrapping her slender arms around Qianlong's waist and resting her cheek lightly on his chest, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of his chest.

Qianlong was ecstatic. He hugged her tightly as if she was a lost treasure that was recovered. He greedily breathed in the fragrance from her body and wished he could rub her into his own bones and blood.

"Qing'er, you are finally willing to forgive me, right?" Qianlong asked with relief, with a barely perceptible tremor in his tone. He was so afraid of hearing a negative answer, which would be like a bolt from the blue to him.

Er Qing gently pushed Qianlong away and broke free from his arms, with a hint of laziness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, you hurt me." She said coquettishly, her voice as sweet as a yellow oriole singing in a valley, but with a subtle hint of alienation.

Qianlong was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, quickly let go of his hand, and nervously checked Erqing's arm, fearing that he had hurt her.

"Qing'er, it's my fault. I was too impatient. Did I hurt you?"

Er Qing looked at Qianlong's panic, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine." She said lightly, as if Qianlong's nervousness and concern were just an insignificant performance in her eyes.

Seeing Er Qing like this, Qianlong felt even more uneasy. He took Er Qing's hand, led her to the dressing table, picked up the ivory comb, and gently combed her long black hair.

"Qing'er, you've lost weight." Qianlong looked at Erqing's thin face in the mirror and said with heartache.

"Your Majesty, I just haven't had a good appetite recently. It will be fine in a few days." Er Qing looked at herself in the mirror and the man behind her who was combing her hair with affection in his eyes, feeling mixed emotions.

After living a new life, she has already seen through the intrigues within the red walls and has become indifferent to the so-called love.

"Qing'er, are you still blaming me?" Qianlong put down the ivory comb in his hand and hugged Erqing tightly from behind, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones and blood.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible hint of begging.

Er Qing closed her eyes and gently leaned her head on Qianlong's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his chest and his heartbeat.

Qianlong's breathing gradually became rapid, and his hands wandered restlessly around Erqing's waist...

"Qing'er, let me take a good look at you..." His voice was low and hoarse, like a seductive whisper in the dark night.

Qianlong's fingers gently slid across Erqing's cheek. The delicate touch slid across his fingertips like the finest silk, making the desire in his heart even stronger.

He hadn't been close to Er Qing for some time, and he felt like a traveler who had finally found a rain after a long drought, and he was eager to draw a bit of sweetness from her.

"Qing'er, you are so beautiful..." Qianlong's voice was low and hoarse, with a slight tremor that he himself did not even notice.

Er Qing opened her eyes, and in her sparkling pupils was reflected Qianlong's handsome face and the undisguised desire in his eyes.

She smiled gently, stretched out her hand to hook Qianlong's neck, pulled him close to her, opened her red lips slightly, and exhaled sweetly: "Your Majesty, I have thought about it too..."