The Legend of Imperial Concubine Rong

The prince could not escape his life, and Long Xin could not control his grief.

The Zhang family gave birth to a True Dragon Lady, but the princess suffered from an innate disease.

Like his elder brother and sister, Sayyoka was unable to safely get out of this illness. Half a month later, after following behind his five elder brothers and sisters, Sayyoka once again suffered a young death. This was Kang Xi's sixth child, and the grief in his heart could not be described in words.

It was the first time that Rong'er had seen Xuan Ye cry like this on the night of his death. Xuan Ye had never seen the emperor cry like this before, no matter how great the events that had occurred, even if other children had died early in the past, they would only see red in front of Rong'er. However, at this moment, Rong'er truly felt that the emperor was also a person, and was also someone with feelings.

Rong'er was sad that her son was gone, but seeing the emperor like this made him even more sad. She felt that her heart was filled with tears, that Xuan Ye was crying, and Rong'er was also crying.

After who knows how long had passed, Xuan Ye dried his tears and said faintly, "Others say that I am the Emperor, so I shouldn't cry. But I am also a human, so I will be very sad. How obedient and sensible he is. Why can't all of my children grow up! What did I do wrong!? "God will do this to me!"

"Your Majesty! "Don't be sad, be careful of the dragon's body." Rong'er softly said while wiping away his tears.

"Dragon Body …" Xuan Ye bitterly shook his head. "The war in the south is full of bad news. If the rivers and mountains are all gone, then what's the use of my Dragon Body?"

Rong'er felt his heart ache. Such a weak emperor made his son's heart ache.

"Rong'er, I've let you watch a joke. Do you think I'll look weak if I cry like this?" Xuan Ye closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice.

"It can't be. The emperor trusts chenqie. How can chenqie laugh at the emperor?" Rong'er whispered with a frown.

Xuan Ye shook his head and stood up. He glanced around the room and sighed. "You are pregnant, so don't be too sad. Carefully use your womb's energy to search for his elder brother and sister. Rong'er will definitely have another son, I believe …" As Xuan Ye spoke, he staggered towards the room's door.

"Your Majesty …" Rong'er silently recited, looking at Xuan Ye's back. Rong'er truly felt that the current Emperor was very weak, but she also understood that this sort of grief was only a night for the Emperor. Tomorrow, in front of his subjects and other concubines, he would remain strong and resolute.

It was already late in the night, and looking at the flickering candle flame in the room, Rong'er's tears once again filled her face. Cheng Rui, Sai Cha, her two sons left one after the other, bearing the heartache of a mother who had fallen asleep in her little bed, and her daughter was so adorable in her sleep. After the emperor had left, Rong'er had the wet nurse carry her daughter, as if she could only feel a little peace of mind if she looked at her daughter.

This... Another winter …

However, this winter's cold didn't just stop there. A few days later, Yin Ruo Lan gave birth again, and the second child was not saved. Ruo Lan was on the verge of collapse, and Rong'er was in her room, watching Ruo Lan's exhausted cries.

She had always felt that she was responsible for his death, and no matter how others tried to comfort her, it would be difficult for her to let her down. Furthermore, in order for her child to be born safely, the empress refused to take the medicine, so Rong'er really wanted to know if there was any limit to the amount of grief a person could bear.

A few days later, Zhang LEqi was able to give birth. It was unknown whether it was fate that played tricks on her or whether it was her fate. Zhang LEqi had given birth to a daughter, and after hearing that Zhang LEqi had given birth to her daughter, Rong'er went to her room to visit Zhang LEqi and her daughter.

Ronger looked at the princess and saw that his face was pale, unlike any other newborn babies who had rosy cheeks. He couldn't help but worry as he asked, "Big sister, why is the princess so pale?"

"A sick princess." Zhang Leyan said faintly and her tears flowed even more.

"Elder sister, do you think the little princess is sick?" Rong'er asked anxiously.

"The imperial physician said she was suffering from an inborn pain in her heart. No one knows how long she will live." Zhang LEqi looked at her daughter and said in a low voice.

"How could this be?" Rong'er couldn't believe it. How could the heavens be so cruel to them? Did they have to do this to them? The Sai Yin Cha was gone, Ruo Lan's child was gone, and Zhang Leyan's child was suffering from an inborn disease.

Zhang LEqi's face was still covered in tears, but she suddenly revealed a smile, "I'm not blaming you. I really am not blaming you. I know that I have received retribution. This is retribution from the heavens."

"Big sister, what are you talking about? What retribution doesn't reflect on you? Don't say such unlucky words." Rong'er frowned and said with worry.

Zhang Leyan looked at Rong'er for a long time and asked faintly, "Rong'er, don't you think that the heavens are unfair? "You have always been kind to people, but your two sons died in succession. Don't you resent it?"

Rong'er shook his head gently, "Only sadness. Without resentment, it is hard to calculate the outcome of a battle. Rong'er has gained, so he has also lost. This is the justice of the heavens. Sis, compared to other people, aren't the other palace maids already considered lucky for us?"

Tears welled up in Zhang LEqi's eyes. She smiled bitterly. After a long while, she finally said, "Maybe you're right."

At this moment, the daughter beside Zhang LEqi began to cry again, "My darling, be good and stop crying. Your mother loves you." With tears still flowing down her face, Zhang LEqi picked up her daughter and whispered.

Rong'er's heart ached as he watched this scene. Just why was this happening? Why did God do this to these poor ladies of the palace...

After a long while, Zhang Leyan raised her head and looked at Rong'er as she said, "Actually, the heavens are fair. Right? Rong'er, don't change your personality for the rest of your life."

Rong'er's face revealed a puzzled expression. He looked at Zhang LEqi, but she seemed to not want to continue. She only lightly coaxed her daughter who was in her embrace.

He felt that he had gotten used to sitting here every day, listening to the people coming to report his troubles, whether it was the war in the south or the children in the palace, and he gave this daughter a name to call "An", a word that told him how he was feeling right now, that he wanted the mountains to be at peace, that his children would be safe.

It was the seventh day in a row, and he did not dare to see Rong'er or the empress. Every time he saw them, he felt as if his heart was being torn out of his chest. In this sorrowful imperial harem, there seemed to be only Li Anzhu who could make Xuan Ye happy. As for Xuan Ye, he needed such happiness to warm his sorrowful heart.