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Chapter 612: Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong (End)

He knew that at this moment, he had to be strong. He was the future emperor of the Qing Dynasty and he could not fall down.

An Lingrong seemed not to hear anything. She still hugged Yinzhen's body tightly, muttering, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Her eyes were dull and her tears had long since dried up. Only two clear tear marks remained on her face, like two winding streams, telling of endless sorrow.

Hongyan felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw An Lingrong like this. He knew that his mother had a deep affection for the emperor, and now that the emperor had passed away, it must be a huge blow to her.

He spoke again, his voice even softer: "Mother, the Emperor has passed away, you must take care of yourself."

An Lingrong still did not react, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with her. Hongyan sighed, gently removed Yinzhen's body from An Lingrong's arms, and covered it with a bright yellow brocade quilt.

He knew that this was cruel to An Lingrong, but he had to do it. The emperor's funeral still needed to be arranged, and he couldn't let his mother remain immersed in grief.

He helped An Lingrong sit on a chair nearby, and the maid immediately brought a cup of hot tea. Hongyan took it and personally fed it to An Lingrong's mouth. "Mother, have a sip of tea."

An Lingrong opened her mouth mechanically and let Hongyan feed her tea, but she still didn't speak. Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul.

Hongyan supported An Lingrong and walked back to Yongshou Palace step by step. In the bedroom, the agarwood that Yinzhen loved most during his lifetime was still lingering, but the familiar figure could no longer be seen. An Lingrong looked at the empty dragon bed, her heart was torn, as if a piece of it had been cut out by someone.

"My queen, please eat a little more. The emperor's health is important." The personal maid choked up and advised. Since the emperor's death, An Lingrong had not eaten a drop of water or a grain of rice, and she was so thin that only a bag of bones remained.

An Lingrong shook her head slowly, tears silently falling on her white clothes, leaving traces like plum blossoms. "The Emperor... he... he's gone..." She murmured to herself, her voice hoarse like a broken kite.

Hongyan felt mixed emotions when he saw An Lingrong like this. He understood that the Empress Dowager's love for the Emperor was deep in her bones, and now that the Emperor had passed away, she was more miserable than anyone else.

Hongyan gently held An Lingrong's cold hand and said, "Mother, even the Emperor's spirit in heaven would not want to see you so haggard. You must take care of yourself so that you can live well and watch over the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty for the Emperor."

Hongyan's words were like a needle that pierced An Lingrong's numb heart. She slowly raised her head, and a trace of spirit gradually returned to her empty eyes. Yes, the emperor was gone, and she still had to take care of Hongyan, and she still had to protect the Qing Dynasty for him.

"Hongyan..." An Lingrong's voice was hoarse, but with a hint of firmness.

"Mother knows."

She took the bowl of porridge handed to her by the palace maid with trembling hands, and drank it slowly, mouthful by mouthful. The warm rice porridge slid down her throat into her stomach, bringing a hint of warmth and gradually clearing her chaotic thoughts.

Yinzhen's funeral was grand and solemn, and the whole country was in mourning. An Lingrong suppressed her grief and took care of the affairs of the harem. She knew that this was Yinzhen's last wish and her last promise to him.

After Yongzheng's mourning period, the new emperor ascended the throne, honored An Lingrong as the empress dowager, and moved her to the Cining Palace.

The Yongshou Palace, which was once a place of great favor, is now empty and silent with only the scent of sandalwood incense. An Lingrong touches the inkstone that Yinzhen once used, and it feels cold, just like her mood at the moment.

The days in Cining Palace were as peaceful as water, but also as lonely as snow. In addition to reciting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, An Lingrong played the zither and painted every day to while away the time and to remember every little bit of her life with Yinzhen.

She was no longer the cautious and careful concubine in the harem, but the Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty, but she lacked the shyness and expectations of a little woman.

On this day, Hongyan came to pay his respects and saw An Lingrong staring at Yinzhen's portrait in a daze. He felt a little sad.

"Mother, are you still thinking about Father Huang?"

An Lingrong came back to her senses and forced a smile: "Yes, in the blink of an eye, your Royal Father has been gone for such a long time."

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if hiding endless sorrow.

Hongyan walked to An Lingrong and gently held her hand: "My dear Queen Mother, please take care of yourself. The Emperor's spirit in heaven would not want to see you so depressed."

An Lingrong patted the back of Hongyan's hand, with a look of relief in her eyes: "Hongyan, you are the emperor now, you must govern the Qing Dynasty well and don't let your father down."

Hong Xuan nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Madam, I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

An Lingrong smiled with relief, but a tear fell from her eye. She knew that Hongyan was a good emperor, and Yinzhen's spirit in heaven could rest in peace.

It was late at night, the candlelight flickered in the Cining Palace, and An Lingrong sat alone in front of the window, looking at the bright moon outside, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind.

She recalled that when she first entered the palace, she was still a young and ignorant girl. She stepped into the deep palace with both longing and anxiety about the future.

She recalled her first meeting with Yinzhen. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, and deep affection had all made her intoxicated and she thought she had found a safe haven she could rely on.

She also thought of the intrigues and deceptions in the harem, and how every step was so thrilling. In order to survive, she had to learn to be ruthless and calculating.

She was once lost and confused, but in the end, she relied on her own wisdom and perseverance to reach her current position step by step.

Now, she is the Queen Mother, with supreme glory and power, but she has also lost her former innocence and happiness. She has lost her beloved husband and her confidant to whom she could confide her heart.

"Your Majesty, I miss you so much..." An Lingrong murmured to herself, tears silently sliding down and dripping onto the Buddhist beads in her hand.

She remembered that before Yinzhen died, he held her hand tightly, his eyes full of reluctance and attachment.

"Lingrong, after I'm gone, you have to take good care of yourself and Hongyan..."

"I promised the emperor that I would live well and assist Hongyan so that he could become a wise ruler..." An Lingrong said while choking with sobs.

She kept her promise and lived a good life.

Hongyan did not disappoint her expectations. He worked diligently, loved his people, and worked hard to govern the country. He managed the Qing Dynasty in an orderly manner and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, An Lingrong is already gray-haired and staggering. She looks at the prosperous Qing Dynasty in front of her, and her heart is filled with comfort and pride.

That day, Hongyan came to pay his respects and was very happy to see An Lingrong looking energetic and rosy-cheeked.

"Empress Madam, you look so good today." Hong Xuan said with a smile.

An Lingrong smiled kindly: "I am fine, Your Majesty, don't worry."

In the last moments of her life, An Lingrong lay on the bed, looking at the plum blossoms blooming outside the window, with a faint smile on her lips.

She seemed to have returned to her youth, back to the beautiful time when she first met Yinzhen...

"Your Majesty, I am here to accompany you..." An Lingrong gently closed her eyes and left this world peacefully.

Her life was full of legends, joys and sorrows. She lived her life for love and for the Qing Dynasty.

Her story will be passed down forever and become a topic of discussion for people in later generations.