klisemfg Chapter 239 Empathy
Chapter 239 Empathy
As the emperor spoke, the topic inevitably turned to what happened today.
The Fourth Prince's actions really disheartened the Emperor, and the concubines in the palace were all as vicious as snakes and scorpions, which also made the Emperor disgusted.
Especially Ulanara, the emperor always believed that she truly loved Hongfang.
As for the emperor, he saw the shadow of Tonggiya clan in Ulanara clan.
At that time, Tong Jia had no children, so the emperor was brought to Tong Jia when he was one month old. It was not too much of an exaggeration to say that she was his biological mother.
Tong Jia was a good mother. Not only did she treat the emperor as her own son, she also showed love and care to him, using a proper degree of leniency and strictness, and devoted herself to educating him.
Moreover, the emperor felt that compared with the empress dowager, Tong Jia was a better parent. When he was young, he didn't even know that his biological mother was the empress dowager. He only thought that Tong Jia was his biological mother.
The emperor had an adoptive mother who was better than his own mother. When he saw Ulanara now, he did have doubts. But seeing how close Ulanara and Hongfang were, the emperor still thought that Ulanara was a really good mother.
Even very relieved.
As time goes by, it is such a touching thing that many years after Tong Jia's mother passed away, I can see the shadows of my childhood self and Tong Jia's mother in the concubines and children in my harem.
The son wants to take care of his parents but they are no longer around. The emperor regretted that Tong Jia did not get to see him sit on the throne and become the empress dowager.
His biological mother, Uya, was always thinking about the fourteenth prince and believed that the emperor's accession to the throne was not legitimate. But if it were Tonggiya, she would probably only be proud that her son could inherit the throne.
The emperor felt sympathy for Ulanara because he saw that she truly loved Hongfang. Otherwise, according to his original plan, he would not have given Ulanara the hope of changing her imperial edict.
But did not expect!
How could he tolerate the emperor being kept in the dark the whole time.
Not only was he being played around by a concubine, but it was also a stain on the relationship between Tong Jia's mother and himself.
The emperor was always feeling angry.
After being beaten with thirty sticks, Ulanara can only survive with a broken body in this life. Life in the cold palace is not easy. She can endure it, and she will surely reflect on herself in the long years to come.
But even though Ulanala was punished, the emperor was still unhappy.
Even if Ulanara was cut into pieces, it would not be enough to appease the emperor's hatred.
When the emperor learned of Hongfang's death, he was not as angry as when Ulanara's mask of being a kind mother was exposed.
The emperor was so angry that he was reviewing memorials in the Yangxin Palace.
Su Peisheng served with trepidation, fearing that he would offend the emperor at this time and become a punching bag.
The emperor hesitated for a while, and suddenly wanted to come to Chengqian Palace to take a look.
Concubine Xian has always been knowledgeable and interesting, and Chengqian Palace was the palace where my mother lived when she was alive. As soon as I arrived here, I was filled with memories.
The emperor has never allowed anyone to live in Chengqian Palace because he feels that no one is worthy of Chengqian Palace.
If a woman with a vicious heart and full of calculations moved in, she would be defiling my mother's bedroom.
As soon as he entered the house, the emperor saw the child Hongyao.
Concubine Xian prepared dinner for Hongyao who just got home from school. The meal was so warm that the emperor thought of Tong Jia.
In the past, there were similar scenes in Chengqian Palace.
Tong Jia, who cooks for her son, is waiting for the Fourth Prince to finish school.
Tong Jia was also spoiled and brought up at home, so how could she cook? But for the sake of her son's happiness, she was willing to try.
The emperor had actually heard the song that Uya sang for the Fourteenth Prince from Tong Jia's mouth.
The mother and son had a warm meal together and talked about the interesting things that happened in the study today.
Looking at Consort Xian and Hongyao, the emperor suddenly saw himself and his mother.
This is also true.
My mother is the same.
Always thinking about his mother.
The emperor was also a happy child when he was young. He had a mother of noble birth who treated him like her own son.
However, unfortunately, the emperor's eyes were full of the second brother, the crown prince. The emperor had many sons, and his fatherly love was divided, so there was not much left for himself.
Looking at Hongyao, the emperor wanted to make up for his regrets.
The emperor sometimes regarded this child as his younger self.
She is the son of Concubine Xian, who has several similar traits to Tong Jia.
She is gentle and beautiful, generous, decent, dignified and polite, and she is also very good to her children.
Although I'm not as good as my mother was before, it's not easy to have some of her style.
Hongyao is loved by his biological mother just as the emperor himself hoped.
It seems that there is another possibility that Tong Jia is the emperor's biological mother.
The emperor himself was more willing to satisfy his own psychological needs. He lacked fatherly love in his childhood, so he made up for it through Hongyao.
Teach his son to read, accompany his son to practice riding and archery, check his homework, and praise him.
Moreover, this son is very hardworking. He studies hard and excels in martial arts.
Hongyao also seems to admire his father very much.
It greatly satisfied the emperor's psychology.
It was as if his excellence had been noticed by the late emperor, and he felt as if he had obtained what his seventeenth brother, the Crown Prince, had obtained.
It seemed as if the missing fatherly love was made up.
Looking at Hongyao, the emperor was looking at another possible self, the imaginary self.
If I hadn't been scolded by my father for being "moody", and rejected by my biological mother, I would have never been loved by her, Lady Uya, in my life.
But he was the son of Tonggiya, his father's beloved son, and the one praised by everyone.
Especially the way Concubine Xian governs the harem is quite similar to the style of my mother in her past.
Seeing this, the emperor was even more satisfied.
Whenever the emperor arrived at Chengqian Palace, he had a feeling that time was peaceful and tranquil.
In particular, the third prince, whom the emperor had placed high hopes on, coveted the throne, and the fourth prince was harming his brothers.
Among the remaining princes, the Fifth Prince was frail and sickly, and had been kept in the Old Summer Palace for many years.
Hongxi and Honghan are still young.
Needless to say, Hongqing has improved a lot in recent years, but since he has dementia, it is impossible to consider him.
Hongjun was a good person and had great talent in literature, but unfortunately he was a little weak. However, a weak body is not something that cannot be cured.
However, every day the emperor listened to the reports from the secret guards, and found that Hongjun had a peculiar temperament and was a bit eccentric.
Hongjun was too arrogant and spoke too harshly on weekdays, and many members of the royal family had grudges against him.
When the emperor read these descriptions, he could not help but think of his third brother, who was quite conceited and aloof as a scholar.
My third brother also looks down on his younger brothers.
This personality is not suitable for being an emperor.
Hongyao is the most suitable person for daily observation.
He has a peaceful temperament, is friendly to his brothers and respectful to his younger brothers, is modest and eager to learn...
Very much like myself back then.
The emperor felt pure joy in his heart, thinking that a son is like his father, and a tiger father will have a dog son.
He is worthy of being the child that I have poured my heart and soul into.