Along the way from Yihongyuan to Jinxiyuan, Yan Fuguang held Lu Qing steadily, feeling very complicated.
He said to her: "Brother Lan is fine. He is your child and no one can take it away from him."
When saying this, Yan Fuguang thought of his mother-in-law.
In the 32nd year of Xihe, he held Concubine Zhao tightly like this, watching her dying in his arms, listening to her murmuring regrets, and seeing her completely closing her eyes.
As for his father, not only did he not help him investigate the truth behind Concubine Zhao's death, but he was also moved to transfer her to Empress Xu, in the name of making up for her and making him the legitimate son of the middle palace.
It was at that time that Yan Fuguang overturned his previous view of the palace. The splendid palaces were no longer the home in his childhood memories, but the executioners who destroyed his mother and concubine.
He didn't care about the identity of his child's mother. For him, there was no difference between a legitimate son and a concubine, because he would never be entangled with many women like Emperor Xihe.
His determination lies in his mother and concubine. He once saw with his own eyes how Concubine Zhao became haggard and painful and finally passed away mysteriously. He did not allow himself to become the kind of man that his mother and concubine hated the most.
Being favored by Lu Qing was an accident for him. He had once thought of killing a hundred people, but in the end he still couldn't do it.
Later, she became pregnant and gave birth to a cute and clever Langeer. To him, Luqing was already considered his own.
Protecting her doesn't matter emotionally. He has never bothered to get entangled in the love between his children. The world is vast and there are things he deserves to pursue, but he is a man and will never abandon his responsibilities.
Yan Fuguang lowered his eyes and glanced at the lifeless person in his arms, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "She still needs to occupy the position of princess, but I will find justice for you."
Lu Qing seemed to have exhausted all her energy and her eyes were too distracted to listen to anything. She stared blankly at Yan Fuguang's chin without any reaction.
Back at Jinjiyuan, Yan Fuguang put Lu Qing on the bed and called Dr. Jiang to inquire carefully.
"How is she doing?"
"Back to the prince, my concubine must have been injured, but she is young after all. If she takes good care of her in the future, there won't be any big problems."
The pills made by Dr. Jiang not only caused Lu Qing to have a miscarriage, but also detoxified her from the poison inflicted by Ning Huayue.
Moreover, Lu Qing is not really pregnant, so she can be nursed back after the poison is removed and she is healthy.
Yan Fuguang nodded, turned back to tuck the quilt for Lu Qing, and told Ji Qin and Man Dong: "Take good care of your master. I will go to Yihong Courtyard and see her later."
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Ning Huayue was so panicked that she didn't know what to do. Yan Fuguang left after saying a few words. She was waiting for Lingchi alone like a shameful clown.
All the servants in the courtyard were holding their breath. The master was about to suffer, and the life of the maids like them was probably going to be even worse.
Ning Huayue sat blankly on the soft couch, her three souls and six souls leaving her body as Yan Fuguang said coldly, "I'll settle the score with you later".
Grandma Wang couldn't bear to caress her back and give her an idea: "Actually, what happened today was that Lan Xin accidentally pushed Concubine Wei. Even if you are the master, you must bear part of the responsibility for the maid's mistake, but unexpected things happened Who can tell clearly? The prince can only blame you for failing to discipline Lan Xin. Is there any evidence to prove that you were the cause of Concubine Wei's miscarriage? "
Of course Grandma Wang knew very well what the cause of the matter was, but abandoning a maid to save herself was the smartest thing to do.
"You can keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood. Concubine Wei is lucky this time, but she won't be lucky next time."
Grandma Wang has been immersed in the backyard for decades. In her early years, she helped Mrs. Ning manage the warblings and swallows in Ningjianshan, and kept the people in the backyard obedient. Her scheming skills were much better than that of a maid.
"You don't have to feel guilty. Maid Lan Xin is loyal, but she is too stupid. It would be better to give up as soon as possible."
Ning Huayue was indecisive and had difficulty making up her mind.
Grandma Wang persuaded her earnestly: "If it's a little later, the prince will be here. If you don't show your attitude, I'm afraid the prince will be even more angry!"
Ning Huayue gritted her teeth and frowned: "Then I will kill the Lan Xin Zang as Grandma said to show my attitude."
Lan Xin outside the room seemed to have realized something, and her cries became more urgent: "Miss, I have served you since I was a child, and I have toiled hard without any merit. I don't ask you to let me go, I just ask you to remember your past love and protect my life." life!"
Ning Huayue remained silent. When Grandma Wang commanded her men to hold Lan Xin down for execution, she walked out and looked at the blood seeping out of Lan Xin's body. Her voice trembled slightly: "Lan Xin, it's not that I don't want to save her." You...I will treat you well in the next life..."
Lan Xin's painful moans became smaller and smaller, her hands slowly loosened from a tight grip, her lower lip was bitten until it was bloody, and her eyes gradually turned gray.
Yan Fuguang saw this scene as soon as he stepped into Yihongyuan.
He glanced at the bloody Lan Xin without saltiness, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Is the princess just thinking of punishing this maid now? Or is it just a show for me?"
Yan Fuguang had not had time to change his armor after returning to the capital. Now he was standing in Yihong Courtyard and angry. It seemed that he had moved the battlefield here, full of gunpowder and viciousness.
Ning Huayue was obviously no match for him. When being questioned like this, her face turned pale. She opened and closed her lips and explained dryly: "Lan Xin attacked Concubine Wei and caused Concubine Wei to have a miscarriage. I should deal with her according to the rules of the house."
Fang Jinbao personally moved a chair and placed it in the corridor. Yan Fuguang held the knife on his waist with one hand, walked forward vigorously, and sat down with a terrifying momentum.
"Keep fighting."
Bang bang bang——
There were muffled sounds one after another, and Lan Xin had already died, but Yan Fuguang didn't speak, and no one dared to stop.
Groups of bright red flesh and blood spattered, stained on the flower pots placed in the corridor, and landed on Ning Huayue's exquisite skirt and embroidered shoes, exuding a disgusting smell.
Ning Huayue's face turned paler and paler, and she trembled with fear as she watched Lan Xin's body flesh being beaten into minced meat.
Finally, Ning Huayue couldn't hold it back and covered her mouth: "Ugh——"
Yan Fuguang's expression remained unchanged: "Princess, it's up to you to decide what are the rules in this palace."
He raised his hand, and the executioners stopped panting, waiting nervously for instructions.
Under the sun, Yan Fuguang's narrow eyes were slightly gleaming: "Dig a hole and fill it."
Ning Huayue raised her eyes in shock. Under her incredible gaze, Yan Fuguang pointed at the wintersweet tree in the northwest corner of the yard.
"I think it's a good place. Since she is the princess's maid, she must have a deep love between master and servant. I just want to help you, and it will also make it easier for the princess to remember the rules of the palace at all times."
"Your Majesty!" Ning Huayue's hair stood up all over her body. She couldn't accept such an arrangement.
But Yan Fuguang continued without blinking: "If the princess doesn't mind Yihongyuan turning into a mass grave, she can challenge this king's bottom line again."
