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Chapter 489: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 22

Li Yu swallowed his saliva and said with a stiff face: "Especially... Madam Imperial Concubine, these days, because of your Majesty's affairs, I have lost my appetite and lost weight..."

Qianlong sneered: "She is really good at acting! Why does she care about my affairs?"

Li Yu was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thump: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I deserve to die. I spoke too much!"

Qianlong waved his hand: "Forget it, get up!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the hall, but Er Qing's beautiful and elegant face appeared in his mind.

This heartless woman, he hasn't visited her for many days, but she is not in a hurry!

"Go to Yongshou Palace!" Qianlong suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice.

Li Yu was stunned at first, then his face was filled with a flattering smile: "Hey! Your Majesty, please come this way!"

Inside the Yongshou Palace, the room was quiet. Er Qing was leaning on the couch, holding a book in her hands, but she hadn't turned a page. She stared out the window with empty eyes, her thoughts wandering.

"Your Majesty, are you thinking about the Emperor again?" the personal maid asked softly, holding a cup of hot tea.

Er Qing came back to her senses, took the teacup, and took a sip, her heart calm: "How can I have the time to think about him? The emperor is busy with all kinds of affairs, and I should be more considerate of his will."

"Your Majesty, what you said is really against your will! Although the Emperor has not set foot in Yongshou Palace in the past few days, I can see that the Emperor is clearly concerned about you!"

Er Qing put down the teacup and glared at her in displeasure: "You little girl, you are becoming more and more unruly! How dare you talk nonsense about the emperor? Aren't you afraid of losing your head?"

The little palace maid stuck out her tongue, not daring to say anything more. She only muttered secretly in her heart: Everyone in the harem knows that the Emperor treats the Empress differently!

As night fell, the lights in Yongshou Palace were bright. After Er Qing bathed and changed her clothes, she sat alone in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror with a complicated look in her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and then Li Yu's voice rang out from outside the door: "The Emperor has arrived—"

Er Qing didn't even raise her eyelids, still leaning on the couch, as if she didn't hear anything. The young palace maids looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward to remind her.

"What's wrong with Qing'er? Are you angry with me?" Qianlong walked to Erqing and stretched out his hand to help her up, but she gently dodged.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. How dare I be angry with you?" Er Qing's tone was calm, without any emotion in it.

Qianlong's breathing was hot beside Erqing's ears, with a hint of haste, a hint of panic, and a barely perceptible... desire.

The thoughts he had felt these days had been growing like vines in his chest, entwining his internal organs and making him unable to sleep or eat. It wasn't like he had neglected a concubine before, but it had never been as hard as this time.

He thought he could control her, ignore her, and punish her, but it turned out that he overestimated himself and underestimated her importance in his heart.

"Qing'er, are you still blaming me?" He spoke in a low voice with a barely perceptible pleading. He put his big hands on her slender shoulders, wanting to hold her in his arms.

Er Qing gently turned aside and avoided his touch. She was still calm and said indifferently, "Your Majesty, you are too serious. I am just feeling a little unwell and I am afraid that I will pass my illness on to Your Majesty."

Seeing Er Qing's aloof look, Qianlong became even more flustered.

He grabbed Er Qing's wrist, which was cold and made his heart tighten. He ignored Er Qing's struggle and pulled her up from the couch, looking at her carefully.

"Why are you so pale? Are you sick?" Qianlong's tone was full of worry. He reached out to Erqing's forehead, only to find that her body temperature was abnormally hot.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine, just a little tired and want to rest early." Er Qing dodged Qianlong's hand unnoticeably, her tone calm without a trace of emotion.

"You're already burned like this and you still say you're fine! Someone, call the imperial physician!" Qianlong was furious. Doesn't this woman take herself seriously?

He hugged Er Qing into his arms and shouted towards the door regardless of her struggle.

"Your Majesty, I'm really fine, please don't..." Er Qing's words came to an abrupt end because she saw the undisguised anger and worry in Qianlong's eyes.

"Don't tell me that everything is fine! If anything happens to you, I will want all the doctors in this imperial hospital to be buried with you!" Qianlong roared, with an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

Er Qing was stunned. She had never seen Qianlong lose his composure like this. He was always calm and composed, and he was always in control of his plans. But now, for her, he was so... out of control.

"Your Majesty, you...what's wrong with you?"

Qianlong didn't say anything, but just hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. His embrace was so warm and so reassuring that Er Qing couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

"Qing'er, don't leave me, don't leave me..." Qianlong's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing some great pain.

Er Qing sneered in her heart and rolled her eyes. Pretend, keep pretending! What tricks is this man playing? She would not be fooled easily.

She still said nothing, but turned her head to the side, not looking at his handsome but hypocritical face.

She simply closed her eyes and ignored Qianlong's burning gaze, as if he were some kind of monster.

"If Your Majesty does not mind my sick body, please hold me like this." Er Qing gently pushed Qianlong away, her tone flat, as if she was just a concubine with a minor illness, without any trace of her previous shyness.

Qianlong was stunned, as if he had not expected Er Qing to react like this. He frowned slightly and let go of Er Qing, but his eyes were still locked on her, as if he wanted to see through her.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, and a hint of panic that he himself didn't even notice.

This woman, who used to be like a docile kitten, is now like a hedgehog covered with thorns, making it difficult for him to start.

"Isn't the Emperor here to call for justice?"

Er Qing's words were like a needle that pierced Qianlong's heart.

He came here to question her, why she had a secret meeting with Fu Heng, why she betrayed him. But seeing her sick face, he couldn't bear it, and those questions seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them out.

Er Qing's words, like a cold winter wind, instantly extinguished the fire in Qianlong's eyes. He let go of her hand and took a step back, with a bit of hurt and self-mockery on his face.

"Qing'er, in your heart, am I such a person who cannot distinguish right from wrong?"