Empress Yu Concubine Lie Wins Everyday

The ghost of His Majesty Yongzheng stayed with the memorial tablets of his ancestors for a whole night in Fengxian Hall.

But obviously, His Majesty the Dead Ghost failed to find out what happened from these wooden tablets.

Inadvertently, the sun has risen in the east. The dead ghost Yong Zheng was secretly upset that he would not be able to leave the Fengxian Hall before the sun sets today.

Being alone and lonely for just one day was nothing to him.

He had also experienced decades of loneliness. He had witnessed Hongli succeeding to the throne as a young man, being extravagant in his prime, and becoming comatose in his later years. He had also been furious countless times, but no one would ever pay attention to him at that time.

Now he has at least thirteen younger brothers.

At this time, the ghostly Majesty Yongzheng suddenly saw that the door of Fengxian Hall suddenly opened, and those who walked in were Geng, Hong Zhou, mother and son, and Wu Zaku.

The three of them all wore court robes and crowns, walked gracefully and looked solemn, and then they kowtowed to the tablets of their ancestors.

The ghost of His Majesty Yongzheng was floating in front of his memorial tablet, and he happened to receive this great gift.

Today is the Winter Clothes Festival - His Majesty the Dead Ghost suddenly remembered.

Then the emperor, the queen mother, and the empress offered incense respectively, and then the ritual officer recited the sacrificial inscriptions. The sacrificial ceremony was completed.

"There are still a lot of things that have not been approved in the Yangxin Palace. The queen can send the emperor's mother back to Cining Palace for me to rest." Hong Zhou said.

Wu Zhaku responded with a "yes".

Shu Jin rubbed his neck and looked sympathetically: "Don't tire yourself too much. The government will never be finished."

The dead Emperor Yongzheng frowned dissatisfiedly: A loving mother often loses her son!
But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart. He had never felt such loving care from Queen Mother Wu Ya.

Hong Zhou sighed tiredly: "It'll be fine after a while." Without all the nonsense, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Hong Zhou suddenly remembered something and whispered: "I changed the virtuous concubine to the shun concubine, won't the empress be angry?"

Shu Jin:......

It's not enough to suppress her into a concubine, but she doesn't even give her a nice title? That Zhangjia family is Yongying’s biological mother after all!
But seeing the bloodshot eyes under Hong Zhou's eyes, Shu Jin couldn't bear to blame her for such a trivial matter. Anyway, regardless of whether he was a virtuous concubine or a submissive concubine, the salary and benefits were the same.

"It's all small things, as long as you're happy." Shu Jin's eyes were full of tolerance.

After all, everything Shu Jin has now comes from this cheap son. Since Hong Zhou felt that the Zhang Jia family was not worthy of the title of virtuous concubine, he should change it!

The dead ghost Yongzheng felt even more unhappy. How could Empress Dowager Wuya ever go along with his wishes at all? !
At this moment, the imperial eunuch Dou Huaizhong ran in quickly, knelt down and reported: "To the emperor, the queen mother, and the empress, a message has been sent from Qixiang Palace, saying that the third elder brother has a sudden fever, and I would like to invite you. Your Majesty, go and have a look."

Hong Zhou felt a sudden pain in his forehead, "Why is Yongying sick again?!"

The child Yongying had to wait until he was one year old to get this famous name, but his little body was always stumbling and suffering from major and minor ailments.

"Go and teach the imperial doctor, I don't know how to treat diseases!" Hong Zhou thought about all the tricks in the Yangxin Palace, how could he have that free time? ! This concubine is really ignorant.

Queen Changli said hurriedly: "Why don't I, my concubine, pay a visit to Third Brother on behalf of the Emperor later?"

Hong Zhou nodded and left with a sullen expression.

After sending the emperor off, the queen first sent Shu Jin, the empress dowager, back to Cining Palace, and then left for Qixiang Palace.

Shu Jin then warned: "Just beat the imperial doctors and ask them to diagnose and treat her with all their heart. If the concubine cries and makes trouble, you don't need to pay too much attention."

When a child is sick, he needs a doctor, as long as he doesn't let the hospital neglect him.

Queen Changli sighed, "Concubine Shun is indeed getting more and more crying. It's no wonder that the emperor doesn't want to go to her Qixiang Palace."

After all, she was a concubine with a son, but she was still unable to restore the Sacred Heart. Changli had mentioned this in private, but it was a pity that since Concubine Shun gave birth to a child, her brain seemed to be broken and she became more and more stupid. Thinking that most of the "Yong Ying" in history died young, Shu Jin couldn't help but feel a shadow in his heart.

Zhang Jia only has such a son, if anything happens...

Shu Jin's worries soon became reality.

This time Yongying had a severe fever. Although Tai Hospital tried its best to treat her, and although the fever subsided on the same day, it returned again the next day. Yongying, a small person, was so sick that she was dizzy, and concubine Shun was also crying till she was dizzy.

As the legitimate mother, Queen Wu Zhaku had to leave her child behind and visit her in person many times. She repeatedly put pressure on the imperial hospital. In the end, even Hong Zhou took the time to visit and reprimanded the imperial doctors of pediatrics.

But - the child's body was too weak, and the doctors did not dare to use heavy medicine. Even so, the medicine he took always vomited it out.

After struggling like this for more than ten days, the child... would never wake up again.

Concubine Shun cried so hard that she fainted, and Empress Wu Zaku immediately came to Cining Palace to plead guilty.

Seeing how haggard she looked, Shu Jin couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He quickly asked Lan Ruo to help her up, "How can I blame you? It's Yong Ying who is so lucky."

Queen Changli lowered her head and sighed: "Concubine Shun is really pitiful."

Shu Jin said: "Don't just feel sorry for others. These days, Yongyao can't see you. He cries so much all day long that his voice is hoarse from crying! Go back quickly and see your children."

The queen couldn't help but feel worried, "It's not that I'm so busy, it's just that I've been in and out of Qixiang Palace frequently these days. I'm afraid that if I get sick, I'll be passed over to Yongyao."

After saying that, the queen quickly said: "I will go back to bathe and change clothes, and then go to accompany the children."

Shu Jin nodded and asked Lan Ruo to send Queen Changli out of Ciningmen. She knew that Chang Li might not be truly virtuous enough to be such a saint, mainly because Hong Zhou now had four sons, three of whom were legitimate sons, and the only elder brother who was born by a concubine happened to be ill again.

Even if it's not the queen's fault, there's no guarantee that there will be some mean-mouthed people making irresponsible remarks.

Shu Jin didn't feel too sad.

After all, these grandchildren were not raised under her knees, and the so-called blood relationship was not very important in her heart.

In this world, her only bond is probably Hong Zhou, her cheap son.

Just after he ascended the throne, a son died in infancy.

Although Hong Zhou will not be as sad as Shun Concubine, he is afraid that he will be sad for a while.

In the evening of this day, the funeral of the third elder brother Yongying was officially held, and Hong Zhou came to Cining Palace in the dusk.

After all, it was the first time he had lost a son, and he was tired and toiled all day long. Hong Zhou looked a little confused, "I knew this was the case... My son should spend more time with him."

Shu Jin knew that the "ta" Hong Zhou mentioned was Yongying, not Shunbi.

Shu Jin touched Hong Zhou's prickly head - it was less than a hundred days after the death of the late Emperor, so naturally he couldn't shave his head. The semi-bald man he once was looked even weirder now.

Shu Jin quickly retracted his hand, "Yong Ying was born weak. If she hadn't been in the royal family and had such good medical treatment, she might not have lived to this age."

Hong Zhou also knew that this child was likely to die young, so he gave him a "Ying", hoping that he would be as strong as a rock. Unexpectedly, I still couldn't keep it.

"Manpower has been exhausted and God's will cannot be violated. Don't be too sad." Shu Jin lovingly touched the smooth braid on the back of Hong Zhou's head.

Hong Zhou slumped down on the Arhat couch, raised his head and sighed, "God's will..."

The empress was kind, the empress was virtuous, and the imperial doctors tried their best, but Yong Ying still died. Perhaps this was really God's will.