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Chapter 497: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 30

These words were flawless, logical, and could not be faulted at all. Even the queen could not help but look at Er Qing a few more times. Such thoughts and means were not something that ordinary people could have.

"Wei Yingluo is of low status, how can she be worthy of Fu Heng!" Qianlong's words undoubtedly threw Wei Yingluo's face to the ground and stomped on it several times.

She raised her head suddenly, her eyes seemed to be burning with fire, almost burning through Qianlong. But Qianlong was high above her, and in her eyes, he was just a self-righteous peacock.

Wei Yingluo took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and raised a mocking smile: "Your Majesty is right. I am of humble status and indeed unworthy of Master Fu Heng. It's just..."

She deliberately prolonged the last syllable of the word and glanced at Er Qing out of the corner of her eye. She saw her sitting upright, looking dignified and virtuous.

Wei Yingluo sneered in her heart, but remained calm on her face, and continued: "Your Majesty can beat me as you please, and punish me as you please, but Master Fu Heng is a pillar of the court and a confidant of the Emperor. If the Emperor is displeased because of me, then I will be blamed for it."

These words were both soft and hard, saving Fu Heng's face and secretly flattering Qianlong, and also hinted that he was framed by Er Qing.

Qianlong was furious and pointed at Wei Yingluo's nose and cursed, "You bold slave! How dare you spread rumors in front of me! And slander the imperial concubine!" He walked up to Wei Yingluo angrily and kicked her in the chest without mercy.

Qianlong used a lot of strength in this kick. Wei Yingluo was frail to begin with, so how could she withstand such a heavy blow? Suddenly, she felt a sweetness in her throat, and a salty and fishy taste spread in her mouth. Her eyes went dark, and she fell straight back.

"Wreaths!"

Fu Heng exclaimed, and rushed forward without thinking, barely catching Wei Yingluo's shaky body.

He looked at the pale-faced woman in his arms, his heart boiling with anger, but he did not dare to vent it on Qianlong. He could only suppress his anger and whispered, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Yingluo was just anxious at the moment and did not intend to offend the Imperial Concubine."

Qianlong was still furious. He pointed at Wei Yingluo in Fu Heng's arms and shouted, "How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you teach me a lesson! Someone, drag this treacherous servant away and give him thirty strokes of the cane!"

"Your Majesty! You absolutely cannot do that!"

The queen was shocked to see that Qianlong was really angry, and she quickly stood up and advised: "Although Yingluo's words were inappropriate, her crime is not punishable by death. Moreover, she is seriously injured now. If she is caned again, I am afraid..."

"Queen, there is no need to say more. I have made up my mind!" Qianlong interrupted the queen coldly. His cold eyes swept across the crowd and finally landed on Erqing. His tone was slightly softened: "Qing'er, you have been wronged by what happened today."

Er Qing was proud in her heart, but her face still looked weak and pitiful. She gently leaned on Qianlong's shoulder and said softly, "Your Majesty, I am fine. I am just worried about Yingluo. She has an impulsive temper. I hope Your Majesty will forgive her this time for her loyalty."

Qianlong patted Erqing's hand and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, my beloved concubine. I know what's going on."

He said that he spared Wei Yingluo, but the look he gave her was still cold and ruthless.

"Since the imperial concubine has interceded for you, I will spare your life." Qianlong said, but he looked at Wei Yingluo as if he was looking at an ant on the ground.

"You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of life. Come, give Wei Yingluo thirty heavy blows and twenty slaps on the face! Send her to Fu Heng's mansion to be a concubine. For the rest of her life, she can only be a slave and can never be promoted to a concubine!"

There was an uproar in the hall. No one expected that Qianlong would issue such a cruel order.

Giving a palace maid to a minister as a concubine was already a great humiliation, not to mention that she would never be able to turn over a new leaf. For the proud Wei Yingluo, this was undoubtedly more painful than killing her.

When the Queen heard this, her expression changed slightly, but Qianlong had made up his mind, so she couldn't say anything more. She could only sigh silently and look to Fu Heng for help, hoping that he would take better care of Wei Yingluo for the sake of their past friendship.

Fu Heng felt mixed emotions at this moment. He naturally did not want to see Yingluo suffer such humiliation, but the emperor's order was hard to disobey. Even though he was unwilling, he could only kneel down and accept the order: "Your Majesty, I obey your order."

Er Qing stood beside Qianlong, taking it all in, a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Wei Yingluo, ah, Wei Yingluo, you have come to this day! Haven't you always liked Fu Heng?

I will send him to you, and I want to see, in this life, without her obstruction, whether you two can live in harmony and love each other for the rest of your lives!

When Wei Yingluo was dragged away by the guards, her body was still trembling slightly, but her eyes were extremely firm, without a trace of panic or fear, only burning anger and hatred.

Qianlong, Erqing, just wait for me, one day, I will make you pay the price!

Thirty lashes of the cane and twenty slaps on the face, each whip seemed to fall on Er Qing's heart, making her so excited that she almost screamed out loud.

Every time Wei Yingluo's stubborn face was hit and swollen a little, she felt a twisted pleasure in her heart.

Thirty strokes of the cane and twenty slaps on the face were tantamount to torture for a delicate woman.

Wei Yingluo lay on the ground, no longer having the strength to struggle. Only the slightly rising and falling chest under her torn clothes showed that she was still alive.

"Drag her away and send her to Fu Heng's residence." The guards who carried out the execution had seen bloodshed before, but the emperor's wrath today still frightened them. Wei Yingluo looked smart on weekdays, but how could she have offended the imperial concubine and ended up like this?

Fu Heng felt mixed emotions as he watched Wei Yingluo being carried into the mansion by two guards.

He took a step forward and tried to take the person who was like a rag doll, but she shook his hand away fiercely.

"Don't touch me!" Wei Yingluo's voice was hoarse and filled with endless hatred. She tried to raise her head, wanting to see the person in front of her clearly, but everything in front of her was blurry, with only scarlet tears of blood sliding down her pale cheeks.

"Yingluo, you..." Fu Heng felt a pain in his heart and wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

"Get out of here!" Wei Yingluo screamed with all her strength. The sound was like that of a wounded beast, desperate and mournful.

Fu Heng looked at her, his heart full of bitterness. In the end, he said nothing. He just ordered the servants to take good care of her, then turned and left.

In Changchun Palace, Empress Fucha Rongyin sat in front of the dressing table, but she had no intention of doing her makeup.

The kingfisher-inlaid and pearl-studded hairpin that the palace maid put on her made a crisp sound as she shook her head gently, but it could not hide the heavy worry between her brows.