Dong, Dong, Dong--

Wei Yingluo paused and looked in the direction where the bell rang. For some reason, her heart was beating wildly.

She was holding a box in her hand, which contained gifts from her home, some folk snacks, and a few toys for children bought on the street. They were not rare things, so she could only express her feelings.

Wei Qingtai prepared the things. He always felt that in addition to being a slave, he had to give gifts to his superiors from time to time, so that his relationship could be kept in touch.

Wei Yingluo was still lukewarm to him. She couldn't forget what happened when she was a child, the suffering she and her sister suffered because of him, and especially his rude forgiveness to the real murderer.

Due to the queen's face, she went home and wanted to go back to the palace overnight, but Wei Qingtai lowered his posture and shouted to her back as he shouted to leave: "Wei Yingluo, you can hate me and never forgive me for the rest of your life, but today is New Year's Eve. Stay here and spend this New Year's Eve dinner with me, won't it be?"

Wei Yingluo slowly turned her head and looked at him with a complicated expression.

His hair turned white and his face became more and more wrinkles. He was promoted, but he couldn't find any joy in him. He only had a unique sense of loneliness and a desire to reunite his family.

Wei Yingluo finally sighed and returned to the table: "What should I eat tonight?"

After dinner, when he returned to the palace, Wei Yingluo had to stay at home. The next morning, he reluctantly took the gift box that Wei Qingtai forced and waited outside the palace gate.

After waiting, the unknown bell came.

"This is a death knell." The guard in charge of opening the palace gate said in surprise, "What happened in the palace? Which noble man went?"

A guard rushed out of the palace with a frightened expression and said, "The queen has died! The queen has died!"

Wei Yingluo was stunned for a moment, and the middle-aged gift fell out of her hand. She suddenly pushed the two of them away and ran towards Changchun Palace quickly.

I heard a crying sound from afar. When I entered the hall, I saw white banners all over the palace. All the people serving the palace changed into white clothes, and even the silk flowers on their heads were replaced with white color. Wei Yingluo found Mingyu from it, grabbed the other person's shoulder and asked, "What happened?"

Mingyu was so angry that she couldn't speak a complete sentence for a long time. Wei Yingluo couldn't wait, so she let go of her hand and rushed towards the bedroom. Behind her, Mingyu finally found her voice and cried hoarsely: "Don't look, Empress, she is now--"

The palace gate creaked open, and Wei Yingluo stared blankly at the queen on the bed.

A brocade quilt covered her from head to toe.

Tick, ticking, blood flowed down a corner of the bedding, and a blood circle condensed on the ground. Wei Yingluo looked at the blood circle, her hands and feet were cold, and she didn't dare to step forward, but she didn't have the courage to lift the corner of the bedding...

"A sudden fire broke out in Changchun Palace. The seventh prince unfortunately disappeared. The empress was in so much pain that she jumped down from the corner tower... Before she died, she asked you why you didn't come back?" Wei Yingluo heard Er Qing crying behind her, "Yingluo, why are you one day late? Why didn't you come back before dusk! Why! Why did you come back so late!"

"Why didn't I come back early..." Wei Yingluo murmured to herself, over and over again, "Why didn't I come back early..."

She stood on the edge of the bed in dismay, forgot to eat, forgot to sleep, forgot the flow of time, forgot to forget herself and everything beside her, as if she turned into a paper doll for burial for burial, guarding the owner of the coffin, day and month until the paper turns yellow and her body decays.

Until Hongli's voice sounded beside her, a very calm tone: "Change the queen immediately and dress up, I want the queen to leave with dignity."

Two maids flowed past her, one holding a makeup box in her hand and the other holding a gorgeous dress, preparing to redecorate the dead queen. Unexpectedly, Wei Yingluo suddenly waved her hand and knocked over the makeup box beside her.

The box fell to the ground, and the pearl hairpins and jade rings inside fell to the ground.

Everyone was so shocked that they took a breath of cold air, but Wei Yingluo said calmly: "Master, I will clean up the blood for the Empress, but the Empress has chosen to throw away the jewelry. Let's avoid these cumbersome things!"

Hongli said coldly: "She is the queen, and she can't leave in plain clothes!"

Mingyu hurriedly pulled Wei Yingluo, and Wei Yingluo shook her arm and stared at Hongli and said, "Emperor, if the Empress cares about the name outside of her body, she will not jump down from a high place. Please be kind to the Emperor and let the Empress go without any worries!"

Hongli: "Mingyu, go and dress up for the queen!"

Wei Yingluo: "Emperor!"

Hongli stared at the queen covered with the brocade quilt, as if she was saying to Wei Yingluo, and more like saying to the queen: "She will always be my queen, she will not be free from worries, and she will not be free. This is her life!"

Mingyu was afraid that Wei Yingluo would anger Hongli again, so she knelt on the ground and picked up all the beads and jade rings scattered on the ground and returned to the box. Then she brought the makeup box back to the queen. She was about to uncover the bedding to dress her up, but Wei Yingluo held her hand down.

"Is the emperor saying so lightly that he is blaming the empress for committing suicide and making a big mistake?" Wei Yingluo stared at Hongli.

Hongli gradually became a little angry, but he didn't know whether he was blaming the queen or himself: "As the queen, I will never forgive me for being so cowardly and useless!"

"Emperor!" Wei Yingluo was also angry, "The Empress's body is as cold as ice, and the bones are painful, but she still fights to the death to give birth to the Seventh Prince! Everyone says she is to consolidate the position of the Empress, not! The Empress knows deeply that the Emperor wants the legitimate son to inherit the throne! Because the Emperor needs it, the Empress sacrifices even if she loses her life! What's the result? On New Year's Eve, the pain of losing her son is heartbroken and painful! Your Majesty, you sit in the Palace of Hearts every day. Have you heard the Empress's desperate call? She is waiting for you to save her!"

Mingyu quickly pulled her arm: "Yingluo, stop talking about it!"

Unfortunately, because of the death of the queen, Wei Yingluo has gradually lost her mind. The words that can only be buried in her heart are now all said: "Emperor, the Empress really loves you and treats the people of the Six Palaces sincerely, but her sincerity is exchanged for your neglect and conspiracy with concubines! Everyone laughs at the Empress, no! She is not stupid at all. She is born with intelligence, but she just can't bear it! She can't bear to hurt the woman who is trapped in the deep palace, and she can't bear to hurt the emperor's heart! But the Emperor, why can't you give her some pity and love? Why is it so cold? Is your heart made of ice?"

Hongli's face turned blue with anger, and suddenly closed his eyes and said, "Li Yu!"

Li Yu: "The slave is here!"

Hongli: "Wei Yingluo repeatedly violated the ban and was ruthless. She committed suicide and buried her with the queen."

Mingyu's feet softened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, and kept kowtowing to him: "No, the emperor doesn't want it, Yingluo, please forgive me, hurry up! Quick!"

Wei Yingluo did not kneel.

In order to avenge her sister and to survive in this cannibalistic Forbidden City, she knelt so many people and so many times, and now she can finally stop kneeling.

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as if she had wished: "I am willing to follow the Empress forever, thank the Emperor for his grace."

Li Yu waved his hand and a eunuch stepped forward and took Wei Yingluo away.

"Yingluo, Yingluo!" Mingyu cried and cried back to Hongli's feet, and kowtowed to him, "Emperor, the Empress likes Yingluo the most, you can't do this!"

Hongli didn't even look at her. He stood upright on the edge of the bed, looking at the queen on the bed, his voice calm as if it was a pool of stagnant water: "It is precisely because she is the queen's most beloved maid that I want to send her to accompany the queen."

Mingyu was stunned.

Two palace maids walked past her, holding makeup boxes and gorgeous clothes in their hands. Mingyu knelt on the ground for a while and shook for a while. Suddenly, she rushed up and knocked over the box.

Everyone looked at her in surprise. With Wei Yingluo dead in front of her, there was still someone who dared to follow her footsteps.

The sound of the makeup box falling to the ground sounded, and Hongli slowly turned his face and looked at her coldly.

Mingyu was so scared that his face turned pale, but he still plucked up the courage and said to Hongli word by word: "The Empress will not let Yingluo be buried with you. Your Majesty, you don't know the Empress at all, not at all!"

"You—" Hongli was furious and was about to send her to the burial of her for burial, but suddenly his eyes drooped and fell to the ground.

A letter fell in the center of the two people.

It seems... it fell out of the makeup box along with the jewelry.
Chapter completed!