The carriage moved forward slowly in the cold wind.
The snow on the road had been swept to both sides, and the wheels that had been blown away by the wind made a creaking sound.
Yue Mo in the car worriedly closed the car curtains, fearing that the cold wind blowing in would hit Meili.
I just finished confinement and I really shouldn’t go out in such cold weather.
Meili's cold hands were filled with wet and hot beads of sweat.
She was very afraid.
Because it was time to welcome the triumphant soldiers, the city of Chengde was busier than usual.
Firecrackers would be heard from time to time.
Many people put up lights and colorful decorations all over the city regardless of the cold.
When the carriage turned into the path leading to General Tuha's villa, it seemed to have entered another world.
There are no red lights and colorful curtains, and all the eyes are filled with cold and fluttering white flags.
Yonghe has been posthumously promoted to a first-class general who governs the country, and the emperor specially ordered that he be buried with great splendor and the memorial ceremony was exceptionally improved.
When Meili got out of the car outside the gate, she was excited by the black and white colors in her eyes.
Her heart felt like an ice cube that had been frozen and broken, stiff and numb.
Yonghe's body had just been brought back, put into a huge coffin, and placed peacefully at the top of the mourning hall.
Yingru Fujin cried and fainted several times.
When Meili came in, she had already seen her sitting in front of the coffin with a calm expression and burning paper money. .
Meili thought she would rush over to her in an instant, scolding and beating her.
She could now deeply understand the feeling of a mother losing her child.
In those days when she was always worried that her child would leave her, the fear and pain had penetrated deep into her bones and blood.
She could understand whatever Ying Ru Fujin did to her.
She even hoped that Ying Ru Fujin would scold her and hit her with great hatred, although she also understood that a beating and scolding could not even compensate her for the debt she owed Yong He.
But Ying Rufujin just looked at her with absent-minded eyes and said nothing.
As she knelt down in front of the coffin and kowtowed sadly, Meili burst into tears.
Her guilt was now so strong that it made her despair.
She was an unforgivable person in front of Yonghe.
If it weren't for her, he could marry a daughter-in-law who would satisfy his parents and love him.
If it weren't for her, this harmonious family would have gone to Fujian and Zhejiang to take office, and he could take his beloved wife to roam the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan and live a peaceful and happy life.
For life.
It's all her His parents suffered the tragic loss of their son, and he died of grief in the cold Mongolia.
He shouldn't be so young and handsome, he shouldn't be lying in this dark and cold coffin.
He had just turned twenty, and his life was about to burst into brilliant colors because she left this originally happy family with only sorrow. only death She knelt on the cold brick floor, unable to get up.
Yonghe, he left like this, how did he want her to face the guilt in her heart in this life?
"Get up."
Ying Rufujin's voice was so calm that it was almost hollow, and even had a slight echo in the mourning hall where they were alone.
Meili almost fell to the ground and cried.
She also knew that this look was ugly, but she had no choice.
She only had this strength left.
She was in too much pain and despair.
She had no other choice but to cry like this in front of his soul and confess her sin like this.
"I hated you."
Ying Rufujin looked at the paper money that turned to ashes in the brazier, his tone was flat, "But I was also ecstatic that Yonghe had made military exploits in front of the battle, and I was extremely proud that he became a general.
He would be secretly happy if he became famous.
Yonghe is not dead, I am now."
She couldn't continue and smiled bitterly, "So, I don't hate you anymore.
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Life and death are all matters of God, so you don't have to blame yourself too much.
Yonghe is gone.
Nothing means anything to me.”
Mei Li listened silently, surprised by Ying Ru Fujin's open-mindedness about death, until she said the last sentence that her favorite son was dead, and she didn't even bother to hate her.
She felt the heart-wrenching sorrow even more desperately.
Even if she committed suicide in front of Yonghe's soul, it would be meaningless to his parents.
Her fault could not be made up for.
Unless Yonghe came back to life, her grief, her Apologizing, her despair was meaningless.
"You" Ying Ru Fujin stopped, a glint of dying hope flashed in his eyes, "Can you tell me, that child is Yonghe's?"
Meili, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled convulsively.
She knew that not only Jingxuan was suspicious, but many people were talking about it.
Now, even Yonghe's mother came to ask her for confirmation.
She didn't speak, not because of the humiliation and embarrassment, but because she couldn't bear to tell the truth.
Seeing her silence, Ying Rufujin smiled bitterly, and his last hope was extinguished.
"Actually, I know, but I still don't give up.
I really hope that this child is Yonghe's."
Tears flowed down his face with a faint smile.
"Even if there is a trace of doubt, I know my own son.
He will run back to find him at all costs."
Maybe he won't die."
Meili's face was so cold with tears that she would rather bear any guilt if it was like what Ying Ru Fujin said.
She would rather this child be Yonghe's.
But She was completely defeated and her fate left her with nothing.
Yonghe died, and Jingxuan refused to admit the child.
Ying Ru Fujin's questions made her more and more terrified.
She seemed to have a premonition that contempt and rumors would accompany her child for the rest of his life.
The servants outside the door announced in a very hasty manner, probably because the guests came in too quickly.
Before the greetings of "Qingqing, Your Majesty, good luck" had finished, a tall, thin and tall figure had already entered the lobby.
There was a complicated look in Ying Ru Fujin's eyes, how could she not hate him?
Meili heard him coming and still knelt down indifferently.
He was just angry that she came to worship Yonghe, beat her and scolded her, or made a scene in the mourning hall, but she didn't want to care about him.
He wants to hurt her however he wants, no matter what.
Jingxuan's cloak was taken off at the door, and he was only wearing a thin black brocade mourning dress.
He had lost weight after returning from the Mongolian battle, and his originally fair skin turned into a bronze color.
He stood beside Meili and watched silently.
Yonghe's coffin, with his expressionless handsome face, looked particularly resolute in the dim mourning hall of black and white.
Meili felt a gust of cold wind blow by her ears, and the delicate material of his clothes was a little stiff from the cold.
When he bent down, he made a very clear rustling sound.
He knelt down before Yongheling She was so surprised that she unconsciously fell off the mat and had to hold her hands on the ground.
The cold stone bricks made her arms even more numb.
He didn't say anything, his deep eyes looked particularly dark.
After three kowtows, he didn't stand up.
He turned to the stunned Ying Rufujin and nodded to the ground again.
Meili's temples were so swollen that they were about to burst, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
For a very short moment, she felt that he was as guilty as she was.
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He must not have expected that Yonghe would die in the war.
After he kowtowed, he stood up neatly and decisively, and easily lifted her up from the ground.
She staggered and was dragged outside the mourning hall.
He paused and let go of her arm.
Without his strength to support and drag her, she staggered and almost fell.
The white snow reflected the sunlight very dazzlingly, which made him look very solemn in his black clothes.
He didn't look at her, "Go back," he ordered briefly.
She was unable to react.
He stood stiffly in the cold wind and was silent for a while.
Finally, he turned around and took her frozen hand, slowing down and walking outside.
What else could he do?
Knowing that she was coming, he couldn't help coming.
If he could, he never wanted to face Yonghe's body again in his life.
He couldn't, couldn't, just as he couldn't bear to hate her, couldn't bear to blame her, couldn't take dignity and pride into account, he still wanted to take her back.
"Chengyi's cemetery" he spoke very softly, and she heard it clearly because of the favorable wind.
"It was chosen on the outskirts of Chengde.
Zi Qing's bones were also transported from the capital."
Her arms, already numb from the cold, trembled.
"When the weather gets warmer, I'll take you to see them."
He actually felt sympathy for her.
She was in pain due to loss, and he was also the happy and unhappy teenage years between her and him, Cheng Yi and Zi Qing.
They originally thought they had been forgotten, but now they are as clear as yesterday.
Her eyes stung.
The two people who could not be together in life could finally sleep together forever after death.
Perhaps their love was continued through death.
Where is she and Jingxuan?
Yes, she also recalled the past years when she chased his figure sweetly despite the frustration and pain.
Her chest felt tight, and all the emotions she had been holding in her heart suddenly surged.
She vomited, and a mouthful of blood spat out so brightly on the snow.
"Meili" he was shocked, holding her body that softened.
The carriage back to the palace was extremely bumpy because of the speed.
Meili was weakly held in his arms.
She was so desperate that she even gave up.
Her life, her body, the suffering she had experienced and the suffering she was about to experience, finally overwhelmed her.
It broke her, and she suddenly wanted to walk away selfishly.
She refused to think about the baby in the brocade quilt.
She was so tired that even her bones were turning into foam.
She really couldn't support it anymore.
"Meili, you can't die, please die," he whispered in her ear, as if talking to himself.
He was frightened, really frightened.
He wanted her to die countless times, but when she really gave up and wanted to let go, he realized that he couldn't let her go.
Yonghyuk is gone, and he doesn't even have the capital to blackmail her.
As long as she doesn't give up, he will admit who she is thinking about, her indifference, and her resentment, and he will endure it.
The mouthful of blood, the mouthful of blood spurting out from her pale body, splashed into his heart.
He didn't know when she was already piercing so deeply into his heart.
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If she dies, he will no longer be the arrogant and indifferent Prince Qing.
"If you die, I will personally send that child to stay with you."
He was cruel and cold.
Only he knew how helpless and pathetic it was to use all his cards.
As long as she didn't let go, no matter what the reason was, it would be fine: