Having said all that needs to be said, Meili walked back to her room much more easily than when she came in.
Her steps were still carefree, but not as difficult as before.
When the maids guarding her door saw her and Hongling coming back, they all looked into the room with a frown.
Meili smiled coldly, Jingxuan must be inside, she was not surprised.
Compared to her indifference, Hong Ling was extremely nervous and even tripped on the threshold when helping her into the room.
The candlelight in the room was not very bright.
Jingxuan was sitting in the chair with an expressionless face.
Meili did not raise her eyes to look at him.
She just implicitly resisted and bowed her head to him politely and blessed him.
Then she asked Hongling to help her go to bed and lie down.
After struggling for a long time, she was really exhausted.
Jingxuan, who was ignored by her, did not get angry.
Instead, he sneered softly, "I want to become a monk."
His tone was full of sarcasm, but cold and calm.
"Yeah."
She responded with her back to him, facing the bed.
"Very good.
It can be considered as a way of cultivating one's virtues."
He laughed sarcastically.
She closed her eyes and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, ignoring him.
"I have submitted a letter to the emperor, asking him to transfer Tuha to my command as a vanguard.
He is a bit older, but he is experienced."
He sneered, and successfully saw her stiffen her back.
"Well, you should take good care of your health and choose the nunnery.
I am willing to give you a ride."
Meili tightened her grip on the quilt, maybe he was just scaring her.
He didn't hesitate after he finished speaking, and walked away without any hurry.
Hong Ling patted her chest.
She really didn't expect it.
She originally thought that Prince Qing would be furious when he found out about Princess's decision.
Seeing that his attitude seemed to be very concerned when Princess was suffering from the disease, he didn't expect that his heart would become cold so quickly.
"Pour me a cup of hot tea."
Meili ordered tremblingly.
Her heart suddenly panicked.
Jingxuan's attitude made her unexpected.
It seemed that she felt more dangerous and terrifying than his anger.
Before half the cup of tea was drunk, the sound of hurried and panicked footsteps could be heard outside.
The wooden soles of flag shoes stepped on the blue bricks quickly, making a messy "tap-tat" sound, which made people inexplicably upset and nervous.
"Gege, Yingru" Before the little palace maid finished announcing, Yingru Fujin had already barged in.
Her face was pale and her eyes were red, looking at her expression she was resentful and angry.
Meili quickly got out of bed, but Ying Rufujin knelt down in front of her and knocked her head on the cold blue bricks.
"Clang!"
The tea cup that Meili had handed to Hongling fell to pieces on the ground before she had time to hand it to her.
She gaped at Ying Rufujin, who was in tears but had a cold expression.
She was so shocked that she forgot to help her up.
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"Gege, Gege," Yingru Fujin called her louder and louder, like a curse and a plea, "Please let our family go, please be merciful."
Hong Ling gently pushed Meili, who was already stunned, and then she remembered to pull Ying Ru Fujin to stand up.
Her hands and feet were weak, and Ying Ru Fujin insisted on kneeling, she couldn't pull her up at all, and she didn't dare to accept Fujin's hand.
She knelt down in front of her, so Meili had no choice but to kneel down in front of her.
"Fujin" She endured silently, as Fujin's hand that grabbed her arm was so painful that she didn't know how to say it in this situation when she decided to leave Yonghe.
"Gege, I know it's despicable and shameful for me to act like this as an elder, but it's because of you."
She emphasized the honorific in such a strong tone that it made Meili tremble all over.
"My husband has to serve in front of the battlefield when he is old.
My son is now imprisoned in Gege, the Tianlao Prison.
Back then, our family agreed to the wishes of our ancestors.
Even if we are not kind to you, we do not owe you anything.
My "Son, for you."
Ying Ru Fujin's voice became sharp, "Even because of his deep love for you, please stop harming him and our family."
Meili fell weakly to the ground.
No wonder he was so calm and calm.
No wonder he was so cold and determined.
He didn't have to force her or say a word to her, but he had already driven her to a dead end.
She closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She couldn't cry.
She had never thought that the man she had worked so hard to get would be so desperate and painful when she finally belonged to him.
"Fujin, Meili knows how to do it."
She didn't open her eyes, and she suddenly lost interest in everything around her.
She felt like she was being pulled to the couch by several people.
She didn't know what else Ying Ru Fujin said, when she left, whether the night was already deep, and when the day would dawn.
When she opened her eyes again, the sunlight coming in through the doors and windows was too bright.
It was obviously a sunny spring day, but she just felt her eyes sting.
Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, she looked straight at herself in the mirror, as haggard as a ghost, "Hong Ling, dress me up."
Hong Ling, who had been watching her from the side, was frightened by her tone and rushed over to hold her shoulders, "Gege, don't let your mind wander."
"Hurry up, I have something to do and go out."
Meili urged with a faint smile.
Her hair is easy to comb, and she doesn't need to wear too much jewelry, so it's done quickly.
"Go and get my light blue robe.
I want to wear that today."
She said casually.
Hong Ling nodded and hurried away.
Meili walked out of the room.
The flowers and trees were particularly energetic in the sunshine.
She smiled and glanced at the colorful flowers.
The door of the room where the servants kept their chores was open.
She walked in and easily found arsenic, which is poisonous to rats, in the drawer.
After returning to the room, she looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction for a while before Hong Ling came back in a panic with her clothes and bag.
She knew her death was meaningless, but she was too angry.
She was angry with Jingxuan, and even more angry with fate.
When she wanted to marry him, he refused and forgot his pain.
She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed.
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She tried her best to endure it.
She had endured the lonely years in the cold palace.
When she was secretly glad that she had finally forgotten him and finally had Yonghe, he actually insisted on getting her and she endured what he wanted her to do so hotly. pain She couldn't control other people's destiny as forcefully as he did, turning her hands into clouds and rain.
She was always being controlled, and she couldn't even hide from the person being manipulated.
She didn't want to seek death, and she suffered so many times.
She had gone through the moment when she wanted to die, but she had no other choice but to die in order to make him suffer.
She suddenly laughed, realizing that so many hardships had not completely erased her willfulness.
In fact, if you don't love him anymore, there is nothing wrong with marrying him.
His family is extremely wealthy and powerful, and marrying him will provide you with good food and clothing.
But she was so annoyed by him coming and going as soon as he called her, so why did she say this?
This is Meili Gege.
She smiled and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, as if she had met an old friend.
For the sake of convenience, Jingxuan did not go to live in Chengde.
He stayed in a remote side hall of the palace.
Unlike other palaces, it was guarded by many soldiers.
The eunuch in charge of the communication came out after a long time, and actually told her that the prince hadn't gotten up yet.
Meili raised the corner of her mouth, and he responded with some words.
He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and it was impossible for him to start.
He asked her to wait, so she waited.
For half an hour, Meili's legs were so stiff and sore that she almost lost consciousness before she was brought into the inner room.
He was leisurely sitting in the imperial chair drinking tea in a loose long gown.
When he saw that her face was deathly pale and her lips were chapped, he was brought in.
He pretended to be attentive and asked the palace maid to serve her tea.
Meili no longer saluted him or avoided his gaze.
She looked directly at his face.
Looking at her cold eyes, his smiling eyes were filled with anger and coldness.
"Why are you looking for me to choose a holy place to convert to?"
He snorted coldly and put the teacup in his hand on the table.
"I will do whatever you want me to do," she said.
"What do I want from you?"
He squinted at her and sneered, pretending to be confused.
"Let Yonghe go, and don't make things difficult for him, Amma.
I will listen to you in everything."
She said every word, and suddenly wanted to laugh a little narrowly.
She would not listen to him in everything.
"Yeah" he looked at her and said in a long tone, "Really?"
"Yes" She deceived him so happily that she felt a sense of revenge for her own death.
"Very good, now you come with me to your ancestors and tell them your decision in person."
He stood up and asked the palace maid to change him into a formal robe.
"Oh, by the way."
He seemed to have just remembered something unimportant.
As if gossiping, while being served and dressed, he said: "I can only release Yonghe after I marry you.
If you seek death, I will let his family bury you with you."
All the air in her chest seemed to be suddenly sucked out.
She was stunned for a moment, shaking her head in disbelief, as if babbled or trying to convince herself: "No, you won't do this nonsense."
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He pushed the palace maid away, buttoned the buttons himself, and looked at her with a gloomy face in a better mood, "Why don't you just want me to be happy?"
"Nonsense."
She felt that her last blow was completely ineffective in front of him, her head began to heat up, and the calmness and self-control she had pretended to fall apart, "Yonghe's Ama is also a border official, and he is also a minister who can be used by the emperor.
Yu Gongyu You don't even know how to be private."
She couldn't help but took two steps back and stared at him in horror.
He was fully dressed, smiled, walked over and pinched her trembling chin like a caress, but his tone was cold and cruel, "The Qing Dynasty will continue to be inherited even if there is no emperor, not to mention the little Tuhamili.
Do you blame me?"
He asked with a smile, almost eerily gentle.
She stared at him, unable to say a word or make an expression.
"You shouldn't blame me.
You should blame that man.
If he is stronger than me and can put me in a prison, live or die if he wants me, why do you need to look at me like this?"
When he pulled her arm, she stumbled and fell to the ground, her limbs so weak that she couldn't stand up.
Instead of helping her, he raised her chin and forced her to look at him, "I checked, it will be a good day in five days."
For five days she didn't want to look at him and could only close her eyes.
When she felt that she no longer had the strength to fight and had to give in to him and her fate, the courageous Meili who once made her so happy finally broke off the last connection with her.
She fell into patience again, and into despair.
Meili, who had passed away, finally died completely, leaving her alone, a woman who was helpless but unable to resist her fate.
Her grief angered him.
She nodded slightly, "Okay."
The sooner, the better.
If it was all destined to end well, she hoped that Yonghe would suffer less.
He gritted his teeth tightly.
She didn't agree.
He hated it.
She agreed.
He hated it even more.
It was all because of that man.
She had been pestering him since she was twelve years old.
Why couldn't it be compared to the short few days she spent with Yonghe?
months He was so angry that he could only use the harshest words to relieve his anger.
"I've asked them to clean up my house in Chengde.
It doesn't take much trouble to marry you.
Five days is enough to arrange it properly."
She still didn't open her eyes, and her bloodless lips still only said a bland "Okay."
"Let's go."
He pulled her up from the ground violently, "Go and talk to your ancestors yourself":