Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight
Behind Yan Wan, there was another sound of the palace door being locked.The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed. She should be together for a long time, like a lonely moss, lingering on her last breath and dying of old age in this dark place.
She is too aware of her body, coughing and wheezing day after day has almost exhausted all her health and vitality.Like a thin and brittle spider web, it can no longer withstand a little bit of wind and rain.
Ruyi stood up, walked to the old camphor wood box, opened the cold copper lock, and took out a small handkerchief. On the lake blue satin silk, embroidered with a small four-in-one wishful thinking flower. pattern.Without hesitation, she lit the candles and burned the silk during the day.The tongue of flame rolled up quickly, jumping up one after another, licking the soft silk, and quickly turned into ashes.
Ruyi's face is as calm as a clear blue lake, "Ling Yunche, in my life, the only thing I can thank you for is this. I hope you will know each other in the next life, and go to a safe and happy place, blessed forever."
Rong Pei watched indifferently as she finished burning, collected the ashes in a copper drawer, walked into the courtyard, and threw them away with her hands.
Ruyi heard her own voice, clear and decisive, and urged Rong Pei, "Quick!"
Rong Pei didn't cry, she pulled out a small dagger from her sleeve and handed it to Ruyi.She raised the dagger to shine it against the sunlight outside the window, the blade was shining with a faint blue light, it was indeed a sharp blade.
She was speechless, smiling slightly, calm and composed.She looked at Rong Pei, and said in a low voice: "Once I die, you can leave. Rong Pei, if you can go out, you must live well."
Rong Pei nodded heavily, "I will serve you on your way."
Ruyi's eyes turned slightly, and landed on the half-embroidered pattern on the embroidery frame. It was a half-bloomed cyan cherry blossom, blooming carefreely on the snow-white gauze.Also, there is "Immediately on the Wall", which has been half-turned, full of joys and sorrows.
Ruyi sighed softly, full of worries, "I don't know about this, can I preserve my eternal life?"
Rong Pei nodded with a firm and peaceful expression.
Ruyi smiled slightly, no more nostalgia.She raised the knife to her chest, the blade did not reach the handle.The movement was quick, the knife fell from his hand, and he felt a deep cold in his chest, and there was not much blood splashed out.
Ruyi raised her face, the sun was shining outside the window, one after another, like a large piece of kapok in full bloom, scorching hot and sweet.Amidst the spreading pain, she suddenly remembered something from the past.
Under the clear sunlight, it is full of shade and emerald green, and the newly bloomed tung flowers are crimson purple and snow white, exuding a sweet taste.He was under the flowers and leaves, with a bright smile on his Qingjun face, waiting for her, and slowly approached her.
She couldn't remember at all, when did it happen, was it a real past event, or a vague illusion?
But, that must be the beginning of him and her.The longing of the past is like the cold ice and snow in the sky, deep into the bone marrow, but the sun shines in the morning, and I can only watch it mix with dust and dissolve in a dirty way, leaving nothing.
Ruyi smiled lightly, and stopped breathing in the shattering pain.
Rong Pei has been kneeling beside Ruyi, with no trace of sadness on her face.She saw Ruyi raised her head slightly, facing the place where the wind was blowing and the curtain outside the hall, smiling softly.She squinted her eyes halfway, not knowing whether she was avoiding the golden sunlight in July, or enjoying its warm care that would not vary from person to person.
Rong Pei thought, half-squinting her eyes like this, probably means that she will not rest in peace.
I must have resented for a long time, and I have also hoped for a long time.However, if you can't ask for it, you can only force yourself to let it go.
Rong Pei thought for a while, and took out a pair of silver scissors that Ruyi often used on the embroidery frame, without any hesitation, she crossed its sharp mouth across her neck.
Bright red blood splashed out and splashed on the yellowed old forehead curtains, blooming sadly like blossoming red plums.She whispered: "The servant is here to accompany you..."
All the memories in her mind stay on the day when she met Ruyi. She was a lowly servant who was served in Yuanmingyuan for many years and endured too much beating and humiliation.It was Ruyi, looking down at her from the chariot and sedan chair, picking her up from the dust and mud.
She is just a servant girl, and the only thing she can repay is life and death.
At that moment, the Yikun palace was really quiet, all the breath of life was still, and naturally no one heard Hailan rushing to push the door, calling earnestly: "Sister, wait for me."
News of Ruyi's death spread to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the emperor woke up from his afternoon nap.The newly promoted concubine smiled like a flower, and waited for him to get up docilely and properly.He touched the woman's face, but couldn't remember her name.
It doesn't matter, as long as it is young, fresh, and tender, it can soothe his fear of impending aging.What's more, these women all have such a rich smile, which will always bloom only for him, allowing him to pick it up easily.
It was Jin Zhong who came in to report back, and his tone was no different from that of an ant that had died. He said: "The empress of Yikun Palace has committed suicide."
For some reason, the emperor always remembered Jinzhong's tone of voice at that time, sharp and thin, like old scissors that cut through smooth brocade, one stroke after another, blunt and rusty.The emperor was inexplicably bored.
The woman beside him snuggled up to him, and exclaimed tenderly, "Ah! It's not a good day to choose a day to die, but it's the day before the Ghost Festival. It's really not peaceful to die."
Because he was the emperor's new favorite, Jin Zhong smiled and said, "My lord is right, I have to invite Baohua Palace to do a good ritual."
The emperor was speechless. In his mind, there was a deep pain in his heart, and there were only countless thoughts circling: Is she dead?is she really dead?Just like that, walking in front of him without any nostalgia, or would she rather die than live in the same Forbidden City with him again?
Such thoughts stabbed him, sharp and painful.He was upset, but he couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart, and the pain that couldn't be avoided.
The woman was still complaining, Jinzhong said: "Your Majesty, please order, how should I deal with it?"
He answered the wrong question, "The people of Yikun Palace, why did they commit suicide? Call Rong Pei, I want to ask."
Jin Zhong hesitated slightly, but still said: "The empress of Yikun Palace has been suffering from tuberculosis for a long time, and she has been ill for a long time. She probably has no hope of life. As for Rong Pei, she has already died for the Lord."
The emperor opened his mouth slightly and sighed, "She is not alone."
The woman next to her spoke with a mocking tone, and her contempt was obvious: "Ulanara's actions were crazy, her illness was worsening, and she passed away suddenly. The blessings are really shallow. The emperor must not be sad for her."
Are you sad?Of course it was, but he wasn't used to showing it on his face.
Jinzhong took a step closer, and respectfully asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, the empress of Yikun Palace is embarrassing, and I don't know how to deal with the funeral ceremony?"
The woman was still chattering, probably relying on the emperor's favor, she became more presumptuous, "Your Majesty, it is a serious crime for a concubine to commit suicide. This is Ulanara's public humiliation of you."
The emperor couldn't bear it any longer, and said in a low voice, "Get out."
The woman was stunned, but before she could react, her eyebrows and eyes touched the coldness of the emperor, and she became afraid, and she didn't dare to cry, so she quickly shrank and went out.
This was a surprise, even Jin Zhong never thought that he could only lower his eyebrows and listen to the emperor's orders.
The emperor concentrated for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the fundus of his eyes was already red, "I intended to dethrone her, and she will retain her title forever, and she is very graceful. But she would rather commit suicide, would rather abandon me like this, and never do this..."
Jin Zhong cautiously said: "Your Majesty, the empress of Yikun Palace openly cut off her hair and contradicted the Emperor during her lifetime, do you still have to follow the Queen's funeral?"
The emperor's voice was so unwilling and sad that it became a bit hoarse: "Ulanara...she must be very unwilling to be my queen."
Jin Zhong immediately interjected: "Then follow common people's etiquette?"
The emperor's eyes did not know where to stop, "Forget it, the funeral ceremony should be handled according to the rules of the imperial concubine. Funeral matters, everything should be kept simple. What about Yongzheng? Let Yongzheng go back to watch the funeral and accompany her on the last journey." He thought for a while She thought, "She had a good relationship with the imperial concubine Chunhui during her lifetime, so there is no need to trouble her, as long as she stays in one place."
Jinzhong agreed and was about to leave.The emperor suddenly called him, "Who did the people in Yikun Palace meet before committing suicide?"
Jin Zhong hesitated for a moment, then smiled apologetically and said: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has visited the empress of Yikun Palace and sent some things to make up her body. There is nothing else left."
The emperor remained silent, but clearly saw the hesitation in Jinzhong's eyes, "I know. Concubine Yu is close to the Ulanala clan, and she will arrange all the funeral ceremonies."
Jin Zhong was startled, and immediately said: "Yes. It's just that Concubine Yu has just lost her son, and I'm afraid she won't be able to manage things immediately. The imperial concubine has always been in charge of the palace..."
The emperor seemed impatient: "If Concubine Yu fails, there is Concubine Ying, who can also help. Then pass the decree, Concubine Rong will be promoted to Concubine Rong, enjoy the gift of imperial concubine, and take care of Yongzheng together with Concubine Yu."
Jinzhong repeatedly agreed to quit and go to run errands.The emperor didn't say a word, just looked at Jinzhong's back, and tapped his fingers on the red sandalwood table.
But after a while, he ordered Jin Bao, the eunuch beside him, "Go and call Li Yu back, I want him to serve you."
The mourning hall is located in the Yikun Palace, if it weren't for the row of white gauze lanterns at the entrance of the palace, it would be hard to tell that the funeral ceremony is going on inside.The emperor ordered everything to be kept simple, and Ruyi lost his power as much as possible before his death. In addition, the seventeenth elder brother was born, and Yan Wan repeatedly told him not to have any sorrow or joy to frighten him.In this way, even with the help of Concubine Ying and Concubine Rong, who had just been promoted to Concubine Rong, Hai Lan could not do much in the funeral.
However, there are fewer people.As far as Hailan is concerned, it is more peaceful to spend more time with Ruyi.
Hailan knelt in front of the coffin in such silence, burning paper money, ingots and other things.The tongue of fire greedily devoured the gold and silver ingots, and also illuminated Hai Lan's extremely pale face.The pain of losing her son had already claimed half of her life, and the death of her sister who had been with her for decades tortured her into a walking dead.
Hailan finished burning the last handful of ingots in her hand, and said in distress: "Sister, you agreed to wait for me to come back, so it doesn't matter how you say it. You clearly agreed, and you must take every word seriously. You But he broke his promise."
No one responded to her, and the person who could respond was already lying in the coffin, lifeless.The great grief struck her so that she couldn't get up, and she fell to the ground, sobbing.
After a long time, someone came in slowly and reached out to support her, "Sister Concubine Yu, please mourn."
It was the voice of Concubine Wan. Hailan took a moment to speak before she could speak, "There is nothing greater than death, how can we mourn?"
Concubine Wan has always been kind-hearted, looked around, and sighed softly, "Look at the warmth and coldness of people in this palace, after all, the Empress of Yikun Palace has not been abolished, and you and I are the only ones here."
Hailan said indifferently: "Concubine Ying is in charge of the overall situation outside, and Concubine Rong is going to accompany Elder Brother Twelve. Concubine Qing is timid, so she came and went and left. Everyone else is hindering the face of the imperial concubine and the emperor's anger dare not come."
Concubine Wan nodded, knelt down and gathered up the ashes of ingots and paper money on the ground, and comforted softly: "The ones who can come are sincere to the empress."
Hailan was a little strange, "You are usually the most timid, Wanbi, why are you here?"
Concubine Wan lowered her head as if she had been touched by the past, she felt humiliated and uneasy, she walked forward on her knees, and kowtowed three times: "I owe the empress, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in this lifetime."
The wind outside the window whimpered like weeping, Hailan was in a daze for a moment, and said to herself: "If you want to pay it back, you can always pay it back."
The wind outside the window whimpered like weeping, and the emperor sat absent-mindedly for an unknown amount of time.The sky was very bright, but the emperor still felt that his body was soaked in cold, it was obviously a scorching summer.How can there be coolness in the heat of July?Probably, it is true that there are more ice offerings in the temple.The emperor stretched out his hand and touched a rose hairpin in front of him.
It is an old thing, the person who wears it must cherish it very much, and often rubs against the black hair to have such luster.
Jin Bao handed over a cup of tea, "Your Majesty, you have been looking at this hairpin for a long time."
The emperor nodded, "When she left, the only accessory she wore was this hairpin. This is what I gave her a long time ago."
Jin Bao called softly, "Your Majesty."
The emperor didn't seem to hear it, and he was still playing with the hairpin, "What does she mean? She hates me so much, but she still wears this hairpin."
The emperor's eyebrows twisted and deepened, and the doubts hovered in his heart, which was very difficult to understand.Jinbao didn't know how to persuade him.The emperor did not take a single step in the funeral ceremony of Yikun Palace, and the emperor did not ask Concubine Ying to preside over the matter of the Baohua Palace's salvation.It stands to reason that he should have hated Ulanara Ruyi so much.But why, but just holding this hairpin, not saying a word, not drinking or eating?
Jinbao knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he could only stand anxiously, until the little eunuch outside notified the arrival of the imperial concubine, he breathed a sigh of relief.Perhaps the emperor is willing to listen to the persuasion of the imperial concubine.
When Yan Wan came in, she did not see the hairpin that the emperor was playing with.Her footsteps are brisk, not like a woman who just gave birth, but like a butterfly wandering in the flowers, flying with the most beautiful posture.
Yan Wan greeted her lightly, the emperor smiled and told her to get up, the gloomy cloud just now was gone.
Yan Wan served the driver for many years and was also close to the emperor, so she sat down by the couch, and chatted with the back of the emperor's hand.It was just some trivial matters in the palace, the emperor was not very interested, he listened to it with one ear and the other, and responded with his mouth: "You are the imperial concubine, you can decide the affairs of the harem."
After Yan Wan got this sentence, she calmed down a bit, and then she showed a bit of concern, "I just went to see my sister's Baohua Palace. It's the first time Concubine Ying presides over such a big event, and I'm really nervous."
How shrewd is the emperor, he only waited for her to say the next thing, and then said lightly: "Then you can teach her something."
Yan Wan reached out and patted the emperor's shoulder lightly, very considerate.When the emperor felt more at ease, he said in a soft voice: "The concubine also loves Concubine Ying's sister. It is really hard to preside over the funeral ceremony and go back to take care of Concubine Jing."
The emperor felt sorry for Yan Wan, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and replied: "It's not as hard as you. In the past few years, you have given birth one after another, and you have to take care of it yourself."
This sentence aroused Yan Wan's sadness.Her hands slowed down, and she fell on the emperor's lap, lamenting endlessly: "Oh, my concubine is thinking, although concubine Jing is the eldest daughter of concubine, she has never been with her younger siblings since she was a child. Concubine Jing is also older now. It's inevitable that the brotherhood is indifferent..."
If you don't mention it, these are old things.But the reason, the emperor is very clear.The time when Yan Wan gave birth to the seventh princess, Jing concubine, was at the time when her birth mother died tragically and her own status was in danger, so this daughter has been raised at Concubine Ying's knees.Although Concubine Ying is a adoptive mother, she has never given birth to a child. She loves her adoptive daughter like an eyeball and takes care of her meticulously.Moreover, Concubine Ying's temperament has never been associated with the Ruyi and Yanwan factions, she only gets close to her own concubines who were born in Mongolia. Half mother-daughter love.
Yan Wan's words were so clear today that the emperor knew, "Do you want to take Concubine Jing back?"
Yan Wan didn't hide her feelings, but she showed a loving mother's concern, "Jing Concubine has only been close to Concubine Ying since she was a child, and has always been indifferent to Concubine Chen. Concubine Chen thought, why not let Concubine Jing live with Concubine Chen for a while, Let’s get closer to each other.”
She didn't say any more about this, because the emperor also knew that taking away the seventh princess would be tantamount to gouging out Concubine Ying's heart, and she absolutely refused.However, Yan Wan's tears had welled up, and she was sobbing, "Your Majesty, after all, Concubine Jing was born to my concubine, and this concubine really misses it. Every time I dream about it at midnight, it hurts my heart to think that she is not by my side..."
Maybe the person who tied the bell has to be untied.The emperor didn't say much, just said: "Then let Jing Concubine go to live with you for a while. If she is used to living, she can stay with you."
Yan Wan was overjoyed, hurriedly followed the etiquette and exited the Hall of Mental Cultivation.On the one hand, she ordered Wang Chan to go to Xianfu Palace to pick up the seventh princess, and on the other hand, she sent the maid back to sort out the side hall of Yongshou Palace for the seventh princess to live in.
Chunchan smiled and said: "When the seventh princess comes back, the elder princesses will all be raised under the young master's knees, it will be a real reunion."
Yan Wan was slightly proud, "I have been begging the emperor for many years for the matter of Jing concubine, but it is rare that the emperor has readily agreed today."
Chunchan flattered: "Once Wulanara dies, you will be the number one person in the harem. The emperor will naturally respect your wishes. Now that the seventh princess is going back to the young master, the young master will be successful and nothing will go wrong." "
The pride on Yan Wan's face flashed, but she refused to say it.After fighting for so many years, Ulanara Ruyi planted herself to death in the end, which is really boring.Such a useless opponent has wasted many years for her, it is really wrong.But once she died, this harem would really be her own.
Decades of time have passed, who would have thought that a little maid who once had no family background would become a royal concubine with the same queen in the palace.Naturally, without the main queen, the deputy queen is also equivalent to the queen.When the three-year mourning period expires, An Zhi is not the one sitting on the Phoenix Throne.
In a ignorant state of mind, it was as if he was already standing in the middle of thousands of people in a phoenix robe, accepting worship like a mountain.However, the few people in front of me walked by, but they just saluted hastily, showing no respect.
Yan Wan couldn't bear this kind of indifference, and immediately changed her countenance, "Stop! Why don't you be polite when you see Bengong?"
The leader is Xiang Jian, who is loved by thousands of people, she said coldly: "I am used to doing my own way, and I have never had rules."
Yan Wan was angry, looked at the two Mongolian concubines behind Xiangjian, Mrs. Ke and Mrs. Gong, and shouted: "What about you?"
The two glanced at each other, probably felt that they were being rude, and then said: "Let's walk fast with Concubine Rong, so..."
Yan Wan sneered: "So the salute was hasty, and I really don't see Bengong anymore."
Mrs. Ke and Mrs. Gong were a little embarrassed, Xiang Jian stopped in front and said: "Let's rush to Yikun Palace to kowtow to the master and empress, don't take offense at not caring about the etiquette to the imperial concubine."
Yan Wan seemed to repeat in disbelief: "Master, Madam?"
Xiangjian said solemnly: "The emperor said that he has never abandoned the empress. The empress of Yikun Palace is naturally the mistress of our concubines."
Now even Chunchan couldn't bear it any longer, she hurriedly stood up for her master, and retorted: "Absurd! She was only buried as a royal concubine, so what kind of master and empress is she?"
Seeing the change of expression of the master and servant, Xiang smiled calmly.Her gaze was like cold shattered ice as it swept across her face.Yan Wan could feel the chill.Xiang Jian said word by word: "Even so, she is still the master and empress in our hearts. Imperial concubine, you are not."
Seeing that the voice of Xiangjian had fallen, the two Mongolian nobles had no intention of dissuading them, obviously they agreed with this sentence in their hearts.The anger in Yan Wan's heart has already burned up.She knew that Xiangjian was stubborn, and the emperor would seldom go against her wishes, so she picked two nobles to speak, "Concubine Rong is rude, do you want to follow suit?"
The honorable man gave another salute, neither humble nor overbearing, "Concubine Ying presides over the funeral of the master and empress, and I will follow the Mongolian concubine naturally. Resign,"
Everyone said nothing more, bowed their heads and left.
Yan Wan was stunned with anger.She could hardly believe that this was the happiest time in her life. Her rival had died for many years, and she had a son to seize power. She was actually contradicted by a concubine who had a favor and no children. Treat her like a god.It's going to be reversed!
Seeing that her expression changed suddenly, Chunchan knew that she was extremely annoyed, and hurriedly persuaded her, "My lord, my lord, don't be angry. It seems that these Mongolian concubines are following Concubine Ying. You were right to take back the seventh princess." , just to dampen Concubine Ying's spirit. Let them know who is the real master of the harem."
Yes, this is the crux of the matter.Yan Wan held her breath and went straight to Yongshou Palace without saying a word.
Counting the time, Concubine Ying was busy between Baohua Palace and Yikun Palace, so naturally she had no time to take care of the Seventh Princess, and Wang Chan, who was a mere palace official, could not stop Wang Chan from bringing back her daughter's aura for her.By the time Concubine Ying knows, it's already done.
Yan Wan made such calculations, she arrived outside Yongshou Palace, and as soon as she entered the palace gate, she heard Seventh Princess' yelling.After all, it was her biological daughter, after being separated for so many years, Yan Wan's heart ached so much that she stepped forward and put her arms around the Seventh Princess, calling out, "Jing Concubine, Jing Concubine."
When Jing Concubine saw her coming, she was startled. She barely called out "Niang Ling", then struggled again and said, "I want to go back, I want to go back! I live in Xianfu Palace, not Yongshou Palace."
Tiny—a person who is already half-grown, with a lot of strength.Yan Wan's hair is full of pearls and emeralds, and her silk is silky, and she can't hold her for a while.
Yan Wan coaxed with all her mouth: "Good boy, I am your mother, listen to what my mother says, my mother loves you."
Jing Concubine was stunned for a moment, looked at her carefully, and took a deep breath.Yan Wan thought that the child's mind was changing, and she was about to persuade her softly, but she didn't want Concubine Jing to say solemnly: "No, I want to go back. My mother-in-law is Concubine Ying, not you."
Chunchan was busy persuading and coaxing at the side: "Princess Seven, the young master is your real mother."
Jing Concubine's complexion gradually cooled down, and her slightly childish white and tender face revealed a composure and calmness that did not match her age. Her tone was decisive and unquestionable, "No, no, I am Concubine Ying's daughter."
If Jing concubine vents her anger and withdraws her anger, Yan Wan won't care. For a child, just coax and scare her a few times.However, the child's expression told her clearly, she knew it all, and she understood it all.
A chill came out of her bones and blood. This child was already cutting off the mother-daughter relationship she was trying to connect.
Is it really too late?The harem has not been completely tamed, and even her own daughter has to stay away from herself and betray herself.
This thought instantly ignited her blood, and the ignited flame almost devoured every inch of her body, making her anxious, painful, and furious.
Yan Wan's hand left the daughter in her arms, and she said coldly, "This child is so rebellious."
Chunchan was frightened by her expression, and hurriedly said: "The seventh princess is still young, and she has not been by the young master's side all this time, it will be better slowly."
Yan Wan was impatient to show her weakness in front of the palace people, so she went along with the situation and said: "Well, let her live first, and get close to the younger brothers and sisters, so that she can know whose belly she came out of."
Immediately, Yuchan hurriedly pulled Concubine Jing over, and said courteously: "Yes, Princess Seven's house has been tidied up, and my servant will take you to have a look."
The wind in mid-July swept the face with scorching heat.The fluffy skirt was frivolously blown up by the evening wind, Yan Wan took a deep breath, and left the bloody sun behind her.
When Concubine Ying heard the news, it was already time to hold the lamp.She returned to Xianfu Palace from Yikun Palace, was about to wash and change clothes to get rid of the hard work of the day, but was immediately surrounded by anxious palace people who told her the news that the seventh princess was taken to Yongshou Palace.
Concubine Ying was stabbed at the weakest part of her heart, almost lost her position in an instant, and shouted: "Why didn't you come to report earlier?"
The palace people were so frightened that they knelt all over the ground, shaking their clothes.Concubine Ying looked at the fear of everyone, and finally recovered a little bit of reason.That's right, one has the emperor's permission, the other has the respect of the imperial concubine, and the third is the most important thing. She presides over the funeral ceremony in Yikun Palace. Once she messes up like this, she is the only one who will bear the crime of disrespect. up.
But Concubine Jing, how could she take Concubine Jing away?
No one knew how important this child was to Concubine Ying.From the moment she hugged the baby back, from the moment Jing's soft body and red face was in her arms, she regarded this child as her own flesh and blood.
Probably because of God's will, although she has been favored for many years, Concubine Ying has never had a biological child of her own.Even the concubines who were born in Mongolia together, no one has the ability to give birth.For a woman who has a pet and no children, how important is the child raised since childhood.It's not an exaggeration to say a word of heart and soul.
Really, it's not for the power to rely on, but she really loves that child, the child who was with her in the empty Forbidden City.
Yes!So what if Yan Wan is Jing's biological mother?Yan Wan has always attached great importance to her son, and the birth of Jing concubine failed to restore her decline at that time, so how could she cherish her son so much as herself.Jing concubine laughed for the first time, babbled for the first time, toddler for the first time, and had a cold and fever for the first time, she was always by her side and took care of each of them.What is that mother-in-law doing again?plan?Poison?pet?No, these are all despised by her.
How could the child she raised with her own hands return to such a biological mother?
Concubine Ying's thoughts were spinning wildly, and she stumbled and ran out.The bottom of the flower pot was in the way, she kicked it away, and ran with only white socks.At this time, all the Mongolian concubines got the news and came to condolences.Seeing her lose her composure and run out like this, the leaders Kegui and Gonggui were overwhelmed with fright, so they had to instinctively stop Concubine Ying.
Concubine Ying didn't see them in her eyes, and she shouted "My concubine Jing, concubine Jing" to herself.The court ladies begged bitterly, but the honorable Ke persuaded first: "With the emperor's permission, how can the empress bring back the princess?"
Mr. Gong understood what happened, and immediately pointed out the crux of the matter, "It must be because the imperial concubine hates that the empress presides over the funeral for the empress of Yikun Palace, so she wants to take the seventh princess away."
Concubine Ying said harshly: "So what? It's because I and we Mongolian sisters have never formed a party between the Empress of Yikun Palace and the imperial concubine. The Emperor attaches great importance to it. How can we blame it?"
Nobleman Ke said timidly: "Isn't it because the empress of Yikun Palace committed suicide that the emperor lost his head?"
Concubine Ying was so angry that she stomped her feet, suddenly she changed her mind, and shouted sharply: "Whether the emperor is angry or sad, who knows? Besides, whether the empress of Yikun Palace committed suicide or not. Who knows if she was killed by that one?" , Empress Yikun Palace met that one before she died!"
—All the Mongolian concubines were stunned, and they didn't realize that they were showing each other.Someone muttered softly, "Ah! Don't dare to talk nonsense."
How could it be nonsense?
The situation of that day resurfaced in front of my eyes again.
Concubine Ying clings to Jing Concubine's small hand, watching Yan Wan come out proudly, and not long after that, she gets the news that Ulanara of Yikun Palace committed suicide.
Vague thoughts become clearer with heartache.Yes, it must be Wei Yanwan who killed Ulanara.Even if it wasn't done by her own hands, it must be forced to kill by her.definitely is!
In the end, Mr. Gong was more careful, and said in a low voice: "This may not be nonsense, I have heard a lot of gossip."
Concubine Ying's face was distorted by the pain of taking her daughter, and she said sharply: "I brought Jing concubine into the Yikun Palace. The empress of Yikun Palace just died of anger not long ago, and the imperial concubine just left!"
Mrs. Ke's pretty face was as white as snow, "Your Majesty, even if we have the backing of various Mongolian tribes, it's impossible for you to openly slander the imperial concubine like this!"
Concubine Ying's face was full of tears, she struggled and said, "I don't care! I only want my daughter!"
With this cry, everyone fell silent.Among the Mongolian concubines, only Concubine Ying raised a daughter. This princess has a great relationship with them. Yan Wan's taking away her daughter not only shows that her power in the palace is at its peak, but also does not take Mongolia seriously. .And all these reliances are nothing more than the emperor's favor and the reliance of his children.
During the holding period, a slender figure walked in slowly.Her tone was low and soft, but she spoke loudly, "Slander? Many people in the palace are spreading these words."
Everyone quickly saluted and said, "Concubine Yu."
Hai Lan said softly: "Get up." She approached Concubine Ying and whispered in her ear, "I know your child has been snatched away, I'm here to help you."
A trace of disbelief flashed across Mr. Ke's face, Hailan lost the support of the former queen, lost her son, what else would she have if she didn't favor her?
Hailan seemed to have guessed everyone's thoughts, and said softly: "Taking away the Seventh Princess at this juncture is a good opportunity to attack Concubine Ying, and it is also a good opportunity to overwhelm all of you Mongolian concubines and let her rule the harem."
Her words were extremely light, but enough to shock everyone present.
Mrs. Gong immediately understood, "With the Seventh Princess in hand, Concubine Ying will certainly bow her head to her considering the years of mother-daughter friendship." She snorted softly, "We Mongolian women don't cheat, but we don't let others insulting her."
The heat is mixed with the evening wind, wrapping every pore of the body to the point of suffocation.That feeling is very much like falling into a deep pool of mud.Unable to save himself, he can only watch himself fall into despair, helpless.
Concubine Ying raised her head in tears, her weakness and sadness did not shatter the tenacity in this Mongolian woman's blood.She held Hailan's hand tightly, and said in a low voice, "I saw it, and Jing Wu saw it too."
The emperor has been in a bad mood for the past few days, and most of the food was withdrawn. It was only said that the emperor had a poor appetite, and the green head card was completely idle.The Imperial Dining Room and the Respecting Room were in a hurry, but there was nothing they could do.Yuqian is Jin Zhong and Jin Conservative, these two people have a very tight relationship, no one knows what happened to the Supreme in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Although the queen mother is concerned, she can hold her breath.While the emperor came to pay his respects, he chatted with him for a while.
As usual, the emperor was very respectful to the empress dowager, and said: "The empress dowager looks very good."
The Empress Dowager sat leaning on the couch, and smiled slightly, "Is there anything good or bad? I'm old and I don't bother to think about it. Once I'm open-minded, my complexion won't be bad."
The meaning in the Queen Mother's words is that the emperor does not know how.He didn't seem to want to continue this topic, so he turned on the white jade lotus stove on the huanghuali case with one hand, and the diffused cigarette mixed with the cool and moist water vapor diffused from the ice seat in the hall, the aroma seemed to become misty Heavy, sticking to the body, lingering and refusing to leave.
Seeing that the emperor didn't speak, the queen mother said to herself, "The funeral ceremony of the Ulanara family went in person. Alas, she was not abolished after all. The funeral ceremony is too simple."
The emperor seemed to be deeply resentful, and his tone was so calm that there were no ups and downs: "She doesn't like to be the queen of her son, and the funeral ceremony is done according to the etiquette of imperial concubines. It can be regarded as fulfilling her wish."
The queen mother snorted lightly: "This is out of anger. You don't let her enjoy the status of queen, and you are buried with you, naturally because you are angry in your heart. But according to the old practice, anyone who is buried in the concubine's garden, no matter how low the status , are all for their own coupons, but the Ulanala family was stuffed into the underground palace of the imperial concubine Chunhui, and the dignified queen became the subordinate of the imperial concubine. This is not justified!"
The emperor's eyebrows twitched, and infinite thoughts were stirred up.He opened and closed his lips slightly, hesitated for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "Ulanara resents her son, so naturally she will not be willing to be buried with him in the future. Besides, when she was alive, among the imperial concubines, she was only compatible with the imperial concubine Chunhui. It's good to be together. To avoid loneliness in the underground, there is no one to talk to."
The queen mother knew the embarrassment of the emperor, but she didn't stop asking: "Then there is no god card, and there is no sacrifice. This is not even as good as a folk funeral."
The incense burns a little fast, and it is scattered between the two of them, like a screen of gauze and mist, hazy.The Empress Dowager is getting older, her eyes are not as clear as before, and she can't see the emperor's expression slightly.
The soft part of my heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and the throbbing pain caused the soreness in my nose.The emperor was a little tired, showing a rare weakness, "Ulanara, what she yearns for is the life of a folk couple. Being the son's wife makes her miserable."
The queen mother sighed quietly: "You say that, so you can see what she said is in your heart, so why are you so decisive?"
The emperor tried his best to harden his heart, and said coldly: "Emperor Niang, she committed suicide and broke up with her son. She did something wrong to her son, and she stopped her feet to think about her mistakes. This is my punishment for her."
The Empress Dowager remained silent, just staring at the Emperor.The emperor couldn't understand the clarity and regret in his eyes, so he said: "Of course, my son also has something to do with her."
"After all, Ulanara is the one who is with you in the hidden residence. Do you still hate her after she is dead?"
"What my son cherishes is the Qing Ying back then. For Ulanara Ruyi, she and her son are disappointed in each other." The emperor was sad, "In the final analysis, my son and her have failed each other. She must also be extremely resentful towards me. Back then, when she was still Qingying, she was straightforward, simple, and devoted to me. Unfortunately, these times can never go back."
These words seemed to take away all the supportive strength of the emperor.He still wanted to say something, but the tears in his eyes stopped him from speaking.If you speak again, you must be choked up, why show your guard here.
That's right, countless times rush by in a hurry, and no one has lost their youth. The Qing Ying he is nostalgic for is also the Hongli era that he can't let go of?
The handsome young man is dying, and the girl who has been thinking about him is also desperate.Who still remembers that back then, the wall immediately looked at each other from a distance, and the moment they saw the Zhijun, they were heartbroken.Maybe it was because I cared so much before, but now it hurts so much.If you don't want heartache, what you can do is not to care, or to be disgusted, so that you can be numb.
In the end, the queen mother said: "Ulanara's death, the saddest thing is Yongxi. The emperor must not take his anger on the child."
The emperor said: "My sons know. Yongzheng is also his son's child. It's just that this child is timid, and he doesn't look high-spirited. Yongqi was not like this before, Yongqi..." He shook his head lightly, "Yongqi has already Gone."
The queen mother snorted softly: "The Ai family doesn't know that Yongqi is your most proud son. But Yongqi is so outstanding, it is also because of Ulanara's years of education."
Speaking of heirs, the emperor softened his expression slightly, "If Yongqi is still here, how can my son be so sad? Among these princes, those who gave birth to heirs gave birth to heirs, and those who died early died young. Although the remaining few are smart, they are still children. , I can’t share my worries. The matter of the emperor’s heir is related to the foundation of the country.”
The queen mother waved her hands again and again, "There is no need to bring up the matter of inheriting the clan so early. You are in the prime of life, and it doesn't matter if you work hard for the state affairs for another thirty years. It's just that your elder brother is mostly born to the two imperial concubines, Chunhui and Shujia. ，他们自然是不成器的。余者便是令皇贵妃所出，哀家倒觉得，孩子都养在她膝下，也不是个事儿。”
皇帝并未把此事放在心上，犹自记挂着永璂，“乌拉那拉氏没了，永琪也没了。永璂由愉妃养着，也算彼此安慰。皇额娘，那孩子还得你费心关照些。”
太后微微颔首，父母不合，决绝至此，永璂如何不知？素来父母未能情好的，最吃苦的便是孩子。永璂性格沉闷软弱，多半也是因为如此。里帝大约也是知道此节，怕永璂心中有怨，所以才请托了太后照顾。也唯有太后照顾，才镇得住与如懿不睦的嬿婉吧。
太后轻轻叹息，天家尊荣，享得泼天富贵，却亲情不保，又有何趣味呢？或许真要活到了自己这斑白年纪，才能僅得个中滋味吧。
皇帝这般不乐，嬿婉照例是要领着嫔妃们去请安的。然而这几日她也实在是无心他顾，璟妧到了永寿宫里，不肯吃饭，竟是断了饮食。起初嬿婉也不着急，永寿宮的小厨房手艺远胜于御膳房，什么苏杭点心珍馐美食，但凡小孩子爱吃的，一溜儿流水样供到璟妧面前，便不信她一个孩子扛得住这般诱惑。
然而奇怪的是，璟妧那孩子是出奇的镇静与倔强，死咬着不开口。若是给水便喝，食物一点也不碰，铁了心地要回咸福宫。
嬿婉原打算着颖妃要来闹一闹，便可趁势炫耀自己皇贵圮的威仪，好好训斥她一番，打压气焰。偏偏颖妃不来，她满腔气焰无处可发，想着颖妃是骨子里怕了她，一早酥倒，便转怒为喜了。可谁知一个孩子便闹腾得她头痛不堪，再好的气性也忍耐不住。只为璟妧来来去去就是几句，“我要回咸福宫，我要回额娘身边。”
嬿婉气结：“我才是你的额娘。”
璟妧慢吞吞道：“不是。你不是。不回咸福宫，我宁可不吃饭。”
嬿婉气急了便道：“好，你就算饿死，也是我的女儿。”
璟妧不哭也不闹，稚嫩的脸庞上竟是冷笑，“你真的很喜欢看别死，是不是？”
那目光中的寒意，逼迫得嬿婉忍不住要发抖。What is she afraid of?风里浪里，刀剑相逼，熬不过这些，如何做得上皇贵妃的位子？可那目光居然是来自亲生女儿，竟让她毫无抵抗之力。就算是输，也不知输在了哪里。
嬿婉恨恨地想，是了，一定是颖妃教坏了孩子，一定是。
她想一想，几乎是带着奔逃的姿态，想去看一看永璘、永琰和九公主璟婳。这些她一手带大的孩子，绝不会如璟妧待她，绝对不会。至少她还拥有那些孩子的依恋与笑脸，她什么都不用怕，不用怕。
李玉到底是宫里的老人儿了，听闻皇帝召唤，一声也不言语，也不问缘由，便打点好了一切，奉茶上前。进忠见到李玉时来不及收住满脸的惊愕，道：“师父回来了。”
李玉不咸不淡道：“圆明园里的差事虽然清闲，但还得回来孝敬皇上。”
他进到养心殿暖阁，恭敬端上茶水。皇帝抿了一口，回味悠长，“三月的龙井茶，七分烫，茶香满口。也唯有你彻得出这一碗恰到好处的茶来。”
李玉跪下道：“皇上不嫌弃奴才年老眼花，奴才感恩不尽。”
皇帝徐徐道：“你回来，要孝敬的必定不止一盏茶。”
李玉恭声道：“奴才已去翊坤宫给娘娘上了香，也打点了容珮的后事。”
皇帝的语声远远的，似从天际缥缈而来，沉沉砸入他耳里，“如懿，到底是如何死的？”
李玉心下一坠，果然，果然皇帝是疑心的。他微微压低声线，“翊坤宫娘娘自裁前，令皇贵妃刚刚离开。随后进去的，还有愉妃、颖妃和七公主。”
李玉几乎以为自己耳朵不清了，他居然清楚地听见皇帝的嗓音微微一颤，“真是自裁？”
李玉如何不知皇帝的疑惑，忙道：“奴才査验过，自裁倒确是自裁。只是奴才不解，翊坤宫娘娘抱病己久是真，但为何早不自裁晚不自裁，偏在令皇贵妃走后自裁。若说是病中绝望，也不大通啊。”
皇帝深吸一口气，将心底呼之欲出的质问按捺下去，只以淡然之色相询，“你的意思，是令皇贵妃说了什么，抑或做了什么？”
李玉缓缓摇首，老成持重，“奴才能査问到的，是显而易见的东西。至于底下是什么，因由是什么，奴才不过是奴才，不懂得査看人心，也不知情由所在。”他一顿，“奴才适才前往翊坤宫，看到了一些东西，特意拿来给皇上细看。”
皇帝默然颔首，李玉击掌两下，有两个小宫女捧了东西进来，那是曾经侍奉过如懿的菱枝和芸枝，她们捧了大幅雪白的锦锻在手，款步走进。
李玉沉声道：“翊坤宫娘娘废居一年余来，无事时只着意于刺绣与诵经。所绣之物无他，只有一二花色。请皇上一顾。”
芸枝和菱枝捧着洁白如霜雪的皎云轻纱，徐徐铺开。皇帝注目片刻，不觉微湿了眼眶。
真的只有二色图样。
青色樱花盛开如蓬云，红荔鲜艳。绮丽之外，其余素白一片，上头的针功细致沉腻，每一朵花瓣不知刺了多少万针，才费尽一瞬一瞬之时，挪万象情感于绢布之上。
眼底的热意越来越烫，几乎有刺痛。他转眸，扬起脸，再扬一扬，生生把泪水逼落下去。他听得自己无波无澜的平静音调，“她身边还留着什么？”
李玉恭谨道：“一幅未曾绣完的绣样，与这些并无二致。另则，娘娘身边还留着一本看了一半的书，是白朴的《墙头马上》。”
他刻意维持着平稳的心跳陡然失去了韵律。那是他与她同听的第一出戏。记忆里的人呵，还是华章子弟，豆蔻梢头的好年岁。
她还是念着的，念着的。念着他们的初初相遇。遥遥相顾，一见倾心。
偏偏，那诗里是这样说的，墙头马上遥相顾，一见知君即断肠。
她与他的最末，终宄只是天人永隔，—世断肠。
皇帝似是自语，“绣样留了一半，书也看了一半，便这般弃世了？”
皇帝的沉默是压在坚冷雪山之巅的寒云，压迫得人透不过气。也不知过了多久，端起茶水轻抿，“进忠虽然得你真传，很会服侍。但他到底是你的徒弟，不比你稳重练达。譬如这一盏茶，也不如你端来温热适口，就让进忠去热河行宮，你留在朕身边好好伺候。”
李玉答应着，垂手立于一旁。皇帝复又提起饱蘸了墨汁的笔，不疾不徐，批阅奏折。
也不知过了多久，更漏泠泠，墁地金砖上投着一帘一帘幽篁细影，令人昏昏欲睡。京中想来暑热，七月更是流火欲燃。殿中供着金盘，上头奉着硕大的冰块，雕刻成花好月圆蝶鸟成双的图案，将殿中洇得蕴静清凉。皇帝跟前的奏折渐渐薄下去，冰块亦渐渐融化，那鸟儿失去了翅膀，蝴蝶亦飞不起来，花己残，月己缺，小水珠滴落在盘中。再美再好，也不过浮华一瞬，再也寻不回来。
外头起风了，蓦然间水育底绣浅粉楼花纹影色帘翻飞，如一色青粉的裙流连而过。恍惚里，是皇帝的声音，轻轻唤了一声，含糊得一如风中掠过的蝴蝶，带起一缕花叶的涟漪。
李玉分明听见，皇帝唤了一声，“青樱。”
呵，李玉恍然想起，从前的从前，他们都还年轻的时候？青樱最爱穿的，便是这一色花叶生生的衣裙。只是，这世间的青樱，早己不在了。连如懿，也魂魄归去。
皇帝眉心微曲，郁然长叹，“她去得好么？”
李玉如何敢说，想了半日，还是道：“翔坤宫带笑意，去得安和。”
“她情愿死，也不愿留在这里。李玉，她不该来这宫里，若是去了外头，海阔天空，她的一生，不致如此。”
李玉喉头一阵阵发酸，“皇上，她苦，您也苦。若是翊坤宫娘娘还活着，哪怕您与她不再相见，奴才知道，您心里便不会那么苦。”
皇帝并不答他的话，只是负手起身，从寝殿榻上的屉子里，取出一方丝绢，青櫻，红荔。岁月更长，人已渐老，但那丝绢，却簇新如旧。他握着那方丝绢在手，久久无言，静静问：“你猜，令皇贵妃对如懿说了什么？”
李玉紧紧地闭着双唇。不必说了，已经什么都不必说了。疑根深种，只等长枝蔓叶，开花结果。他眼中隐隐含泪，难抑心底一丝激动。只凭这一棵疑根，嬿婉即便成为皇后，也不会那么安稳了。
李玉回来的消息一阵风似的传遍了后宫，连带着进忠被远远打发去了热河行宫。 这瞬间的地位翻覆，不得不让有心人去揣测圣意之变背后的玄机。
嬿婉反复追问，得到的答案不过就是皇上嫌进忠伺候得不好，让李玉回来了。这也算情理之中，进忠就算再伶俐，手脚再便捷，李玉到底是打皇帝登基就伺候在身边的人，最熟悉皇帝的习惯与性情。那么再被召回，也是理所当然了。可嬿婉却是害怕的，李玉与如懿交往颇密。如今如懿新死，李玉又回来，莫不是皇帝动了对如懿的怜悯之情，那便不好办了。
春婵不知嬿婉心思，仍在絮絮，“进忠知道去热河行宫当差是逃不得了。但是求娘娘垂怜，让他早日出了行宫，回来伺候。”
嬿婉玉齿轻咬，不动声色道：“既然出去了，热河行宫那么远，路上一个不小心风寒不治死了，或者在行宫里失足淹了，都是有的。进忠，不必再回来了。”
春婵一顿，见嬿婉已然有不满之色，赶紧答应着退出去了。
嬿婉见她出去，又召了敬事房太监过问选秀之事，一时忙碌起来，也顾不上别的了。
春婵一直快步走到了宫门外，王蟾才迎上来，关切道：“脸儿煞白的，中了暑气了？”
春禅像是找到了依靠，压低了声音，急促告诉他，“进忠不能留了。”
王蟾也不意外，只道：“既然小主吩咐了，我会处置。一个进忠，你心疼个什么劲儿。”
春婵满脸后怕，看了看四周无人，方敢道：“我哪里是心疼进忠，不过是想起了澜翠，也这么没了。”
王蟾打了个激灵，一把按住她的口，“小主的脾气你还不知道？惜命吧。”
春婵一口气闷住，差点呛着，连连点头道：“我懂，我懂。”
午后的紫禁城，静得少有人声。日光无遮无拦地洒落，逼起红墙金瓦之上一阵阵白腾腾的暑热。虽说八月了，京城早晚渐凉，但午后酷热，却是半点也未减。这般昏昏欲睡的时节，凝神细听去，才能听到戏乐之声悠悠传来。春婵有些奇怪，“这个时候，谁在传戏呢？”
王蟾苦笑，“是漱芳斋那儿的声音，这不，一定是皇上在听戏呢。”
春婵摇摇头，“翊坤宫娘娘才过世不久，皇上就听戏，也太无情了些。”她想想又笑，“不过话说回来，皇上对翊坤宫娘娘无情，我们小主的地位才稳固无忧啊。”
戏台上的戏子们水袖轻扬，七情六欲都在面上格外浓重。曲调伴着丝竹悠扬起落，是谁在诉说着柔肠衷情：“你道是情词寄与谁，我道来新诗权做媒。我映丽日墙头望，他怎肯袖春风马上归。”
皇帝坐在漱芳斋里，日常所余的爱好，仿佛便只剩了听这一出《垴头马上》。宮人们垂手而立，静若泥胎木偶，无人敢打扰皇帝这份静逸。唯有李玉轻手轻脚侍奉在侧，斟茶递水，打扇轻摇，间或轻声低语一句，“皇上，快到选秀的时候了，各地待选秀女的名字都报了上来，您可要看看？”
皇帝双目微闭，随着曲调双指轻叩，淡淡道：“罢了。后宫有丧，选秀的事先停一停吧。”
李玉不敢多言，只挑了要紧的说：“选秀的事，皇贵妃费了大心思的。”
皇帝嗤笑：“她肯费心，朕却没这个心思。怎么？她照顾着那么多孩子，又接回了璟妧，还顾得上那么多么？”
李玉欲言又止，外头却传来一声不合时宜的哭声，扰了乐曲里的情意宛然。“皇上，皇上，您救救璟妧吧。”
李玉侧耳，“是颖妃的声音。”
皇帝听得是颖妃，即将要升起的怒意压了下去，吩咐了宫人们让了颖妃进来。颖妃一路梨花带雨进来，哭得几乎噎住：“皇上，皇上，听说璟妧倔强，回到永寿宫一直不肯进食，这可怎么好？”
皇帝虽是训斥，口气却柔缓得很，足见素日对颖妃的客气，“胡说！皇贵妃是璟妧的亲娘，怎会饿着她？”
颖妃性子刚强，极少在皇帝面前哭，撤娇落泪更是罕见。皇帝见她情状，已然纳罕，偏颖妃不接受他的劝说，哭得更凶，“璟妧自小在臣妾身边长大，与皇贵妃的母女情分一时转園不过来，彼此倔着。这璟妧饿坏了身子可怎么好啊？皇上，求您让臣妾接璟妧回来用顿饭吧。”
皇帝一怔，无可奈何，“唉。都是倔性子，哪里像你，更不像她亲额娘。”
颖妃嘴快，“璟妧喜欢她皇额娘，这刚强脾气像足了翊坤宫娘娘。”
话一说完，李玉都变了神色，不知该如何接口。颖妃自知失言，慌得一颗心怦怦乱跳，几乎要跳出腔子来，心中暗怪海兰乱出主意，非要她提这一句。
皇帝面色如常，浑然没有听见这句犯忌讳的话，只是温和道：“朕也饿了。你去带璟妧来养心殿，陪朕用饭吧。”
颖妃欣喜，如一只欢跃的鸟儿，立刻飞了出去。
那边厢嬿婉吩咐着选秀的事宜，让乳母带了九公主璟婳、十五阿哥永琰去陪着璟妧，想着孩子们在一起，总是好说话好玩闹，也便能哄得璟妧吃饭了。璟妧对着弟妹们倒不像对嬿婉那般排斥，也肯说几句话，乳母们便退远了，由着他们在一块儿。
璟婳只比璟妧小一些，已经很明理了。因为和弟弟们一起长大，所受重视不多，所以比起璟妧独受宠爱长大的性子，璟婳要温柔许多，很有几分嬿婉还是宫女时的模样，她劝道：“七姐姐，你快吃饭吧，别惹额娘生气了。”
璟妧冷淡道：“她不是我额娘。”
永琰年纪虽小，却一下明白了其中的关节，只说：“额娘是我们的亲额娘，七姐姐是我们的亲姐姐。”
虽然不说是亲母女，却强调了彼此的血亲和自己不可分割，这下纵然是璟妧也辩驳不得。
璟妧别过头，露出傲然不屑之色，“皇贵妃才不是我额娘，她是坏女人，她害死了皇额娘！”
璟婳一下子急了：“姐姐胡说！额娘不是坏女人！”
当然翊坤宫外的情景历历在目，确是嬿婉出来之后，便得到了翊坤宫皇后的死讯。璟妧记得清清楚楚，此刻道来也是理直气壮：“她就是坏女人！皇贵妃见了皇额娘，皇额娘才死的。就是皇贵妃害死了皇额娘，我和额娘都看见的。”
嬿婉听说孩子们在一起相处不错，正为自己的妙计得意，赶来享受这绕膝之乐。哪知才到门边，就听得这句锥心之语，霎时变了脸色，连声呵斥：“你说什么？你这孩子，胡说八道什么？”
璟妧被这突如其来的怒喝吓了一跳。待回头见是嬿婉，又露出素日的冷淡鄙薄的神气，转头看着别处。嬿婉气不打一处来，喝道：“果然是颖妃教坏了你，我自会去找她算账。”
璟妧听得她要为难颖妃，果然慌了神色，嘴上却尖利：“你就是坏女人，你害死了皇额娘。你一定还做过许多坏事，所以十四弟、十六弟死了，这是报应！”
嫌婉的心彻底凉了。这就是自己的女儿，心心念念要夺回来打击颖妃的女儿，她的心完全不向着自己。嬿婉心口一阵疼痛，太阳穴突突地跳着，激起锐利的刺痛，挑起青筋根根暴出。嬿婉顺手抓起桌上一把戒尺，拉过璟妧的手心狠狠打下去，“我不是坏女人！这话是谁说的？是颖妃是不是？”
璟妧想躲开，却被嬿婉死死抓住，不得逃离半分。璟妧手心被打得通红，死死忍着不肯求饶，咬着牙道：“你就是坏女人，谁都不喜欢你！我不喜欢你，我讨厌你！ 额娘，额娘，快来救我啊。”
璟婳和永琰何曾见过嬿婉这番暴怒模样，早就吓得呆了。璟婳缩在墙角，紧紧捂着嘴什么也不敢说，永