klisemfg Chapter 226: Red Mansion Lady Xing 46
Chapter 226: Red Mansion Lady Xing 46
On a summer afternoon, the sun shines into the room through the window. Xing Yuling is lying on the couch taking a nap, enjoying a moment of tranquility.
The maids stood by quietly, not daring to make any noise for fear of disturbing the lady's rest.
However, at this moment, a loud noise broke the silence.
Jia She's face was as pale as paper, and he ran towards his wife's residence in a panic.
"All of you go down!" Jia She arrived breathlessly and gave the order without hesitation.
The maids left one after another and closed the door. Jia She grabbed Xing Yuling's hand in panic, his face full of anxiety and fear.
"What's going on? What makes you so flustered?" Xing Yuling was awakened, she stretched out her body, and stared at Jia She with sharp eyes.
"Prince Kangping is dying. I just received news that Prince Kangping vomited blood..." Jia She said the bad news with trembling lips.
"Then how should we deal with this?" Xing Yuling asked calmly, praying silently that the worst would not happen.
"The emperor is now keeping a close eye on us. Any action we take will arouse suspicion. We can't do anything." Jia She hugged Xing Yuling's shoulders in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Ying'er will be back soon." Xing Yuling looked at Jia She, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
"He can't come back! The palace is keeping a close eye on us right now. If Ying'er comes back, it might bring us more trouble." Jia She's voice was a little sharp with excitement, and he couldn't help but lower his voice.
"But sir, this matter is not something we can control. Ying'er has her own ideas." Xing Yuling sighed softly and shook her head helplessly.
Jia She's face became increasingly gloomy, and his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.
He couldn't let the prince's bloodline be cut off, and he couldn't let the prince down.
On the other side, Jia Ying and others were riding at full speed on the road to the capital.
In a magnificent palace, there is a scene of singing and dancing. The palace maids are dancing gracefully, like blooming flowers. They are dressed in gorgeous palace costumes, dancing with long sleeves, like fairies descending to the earth. The melodious music complements the palace maids' dancing, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
The emperor was old, but still energetic. He sat on the dragon throne, holding a wine glass in his hand, and was watching the dancing palace maids below with great interest. On the side, Concubine Zhen leaned against him. Although the years had left traces on her face, she still had her charm. She complained to the emperor coquettishly: "Your Majesty, why do you only look at those young palace maids? Are they more beautiful than me?" As she spoke, she gently stroked the emperor's hand, with a hint of dissatisfaction and grievance in her eyes.
The emperor smiled and patted Concubine Zhen's hand to comfort her. While enjoying the dance, he said to Concubine Zhen: "My dear, why do you bother with those little girls? I am just watching the fun, and you are the only one in my heart." After saying that, he took another sip of the wine and returned his gaze to the stage.
After hearing this, Concubine Zhen felt relieved, but still a little worried. She bit her lip and said tenderly, "Your Majesty, please don't lie to me! I will believe you this time. However, you must spend more time with me in the future and can't always leave me aside." After that, she leaned on the shoulder of the retired emperor and gently stroked his chest with her fingers.
The emperor smiled and nodded in agreement. He put his arm around Concubine Zhen's shoulders and said gently, "Okay, okay, I understand. I will definitely spend more time with you in the future and won't let you feel left out."
No wonder Concubine Zhen was able to stay in the harem for more than 20 years! Even her own son was valued by the old emperor.
"I have something to report to the emperor!" The chief eunuch Liang stood beside the emperor with a respectful look on his face. He had just received news from his subordinates and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, so he came to report to the emperor immediately.
"Say." The retired emperor let go of Concubine Zhen's hand with some disappointment.
Chief Steward Liang whispered carefully in the emperor's ear, "There's news from outside the palace that Prince Kangping is seriously ill. The imperial physician said he is dying."
The emperor was stunned when he heard the news.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Alas! This child has been ill for many years. It is really not easy for him to survive until now. Now that he is gone, it may be a relief for him..."
He knew very well that his grandson's illness was not as simple as it seemed, but he was old and could do nothing about it. As long as this matter did not affect his power and status, it would be fine.
After hearing the news, Concubine Zhen slowly picked up the handkerchief placed aside and gently wiped the tears from her eyes, pretending to be heartbroken. While wiping her tears, she said hypocritically: "It's such a pity, she was only in her twenties... She passed away at such a young age, which is really a pity." Her voice was a little sad, but her eyes revealed a little bit of smugness that was not easy to detect.
"Try to let the imperial physician use good medicine to make him feel better," the emperor gave the order as if he had given up.
"Yes"
Upon receiving the news, the emperor expressionlessly ordered the imperial physician to do his best to save the patient, while in his heart he was cursing the old emperor for refusing to give up his power in the court.
At this moment, Jia Ying, who was gradually approaching the capital, brought his teachers and his party to the Jia Mansion to settle down.
Upon receiving the news, Xing Yuling stood up excitedly and rushed to the gate without waiting for Lady Jia to speak.
"My third brother is back. I'll go see him too." Jia Baoyu was standing next to Lady Jia and wanted to watch the fun. After saying hello, he ran to the front yard.
Mrs. Wang clutched her handkerchief in her hand, feeling very unbalanced.
In the past few years, Jia's once radiant face has become increasingly old. At this moment, she is sitting quietly on a soft couch, and her physical discomfort makes it difficult for her to move. Her eyes are a little dull, revealing a deep fatigue and helplessness. Due to her limited mobility, Jia can only lean on the pillow, slightly tilting her head, as if trying to find a trace of comfort.
Grandmother Jia always felt that she was not feeling well, but she could not tell where exactly she was not feeling well. She always felt that someone was secretly attacking her. So she asked Nanny Lai to investigate the matter secretly, but after a long time, she still found nothing. Later, she invited several imperial doctors to diagnose her pulse, but they could not determine the cause of the disease. These imperial doctors all said that she just caught a cold and was not seriously ill. Grandmother Jia was very confused because her condition did not improve.
Grandmother Jia had also suspected whether the people in the mansion had second thoughts, especially those in the first house. But she had no solid evidence and could only observe their every move silently.
Xing Yuling and Jia She came to the gate together and watched a carriage slowly stop at the gate. They knew that their son had returned. Xing Yuling's heartbeat accelerated with excitement, and she couldn't wait to see her son. Jia She was also looking forward to this moment.
When the car door opened, a young man appeared in front of them. It was their son, who had grown up now. He was tall and slender, like a bamboo, straight and tough. His steps were light and graceful, and each step was full of calmness. His face was thin, but handsome, and his eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through everything.
When Xing Yuling saw her son appear, her eyes became moist and she could not suppress her inner joy and emotion.