Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

"I wish we could be like this, seeing each other day and night!", "We will never see each other again in this life or death!"

[Don't cry, mother. Honghui is with you. Mother, open your eyes and see that Honghui has never left you! ]

The eldest prince Honghui, with pale skin, bulging eye sockets and tears of blood on his face, was also calling out to his mother in vain today. He wanted his mother to notice his company.

Day by day, year by year, the once magnificent and luxurious Jingren Palace became like a cold palace, with no one paying attention to it or setting foot in it.

Ulanara Yixiu's spirit became more and more decadent day by day. Sometimes she called him "Emperor" and sometimes "Honghui". She lived in torment with the thought that one day she would become the empress dowager and walk out of Jingren Palace.

[Mother, you can't give up. You must live on.]

"boom……"

The funeral bell in the palace rang nine times in a row, and someone stepped into Jingren Palace for the first time in a long time.

"I have discussed with Hongli and will continue to honor you as 'Empress', of course this is while you are still alive."

"The late emperor has decreed that you and I will never see each other again. The late emperor will be buried with Empress Chunyuan in the Tai Mausoleum, and you will be buried in the concubine's mausoleum after your death."

"In the future, there will be no mention of you in history books, in the imperial court or in the harem. Just enjoy your remaining years, Queen!"

The new empress dowager showed off her power and then left Jingren Palace, never to return.

[Mother, don't die, don't do anything stupid! Mother, when Ama is gone, your son will always be with you, so don't die, okay? Mother. ]

"boom!"

Ulanara Yixiu cried out in despair, called out "Honghui" and then hit her head against the wall and committed suicide.

Scarlet blood splashed from inside to outside, red and yellow mixed together, splashing onto the ground drop by drop, dyeing the gray bricks and stones on the ground red, and also dyeing Honghui's eyes red.

[Mother, please don't! My son is afraid, please don't let mother die, please, come quickly, call the imperial physician, anyone, please save my mother. God, ancestors of the Aisin-Gioro family, aren't you omnipotent? Why don't you show up and save my mother? ]

[Mother…]

The glaring scarlet light took away Honghui's sanity. He vented his resentment wantonly, but in the end Yixiu still died in front of him.

One day, two days, three days passed, why didn’t my mother turn into a ghost after her death?

Why can’t mother and child be reunited after death?

No one could answer Honghui’s question, and no one remembered the existence of him and Ulanara Yixiu. They gradually disappeared in the long river of history, and their names were no longer there!

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

Ten or twenty years later, Hongli's concubine Qing Guiren moved in, but Honghui could only stay in Jingren Palace. He became a lonely ghost in the Forbidden City.

Hongli's harem was also in turmoil. His two legitimate sons fell one after another under the schemes of his concubines. There were cinnabar traps, poisonings, and frame-ups. There were endless struggles in the harem, and it was a pity for those children who were reborn into the royal family.

The Empress Dowager became a slave to power and eventually fell out with her adopted son Hongli. Her two biological daughters were married to the wrong people, and at an age when she should have been taking care of herself, she still had to worry about the future of her daughters and grandson, making Honghui a laughing stock.

She had the nerve to say that it was her mother who made her cruel. Even after becoming the Empress Dowager, she was still obsessed with fighting, stirring up trouble in the harem and successfully causing Hongli to completely alienate herself.

But, Father, did you choose the wrong heir? Hongli was ambitious, extravagant, and spendthrift, squandering all the wealth you left behind.

Is the Qing Dynasty going to decline? Last time, the palace people were talking about the heavy losses in several foreign wars, and countless casualties. But no one has said anything recently, because they are afraid of being killed.

Forty or fifty years, didn't Hongli live too long? He foolishly favored treacherous people and promoted corrupt officials, and was even more foolish when it came to women.

Honghui had a bad feeling. Would the Qing Dynasty decline during the reign of Hongli?

In the 60th year of Qianlong's reign, Hongli died and was buried in Yuling. The 15th prince Yongyan ascended the throne and the reign was named Jiaqing.

After that, there was Daoguang, Xianfeng, Tongzhi, and there is no need to mention the others. Each one was more useless than the last. The Qing Dynasty became increasingly decadent in their hands, and the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty became completely corrupt and existed in name only.

"Bang~"

A cannon blast opened the door of the Qing Dynasty, and all the humiliations that followed made Honghui look sideways.

"The Qing Dynasty is dead!"

The people ran around to tell each other, without a trace of sadness on their faces, which shows how happy they were.

Full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears!

Ancestors of the Aisin-Gioro clan! Why don't you open your eyes and see that this is the good descendant you chose, the emperor of the future Qing dynasty!

Honghui glared with tears and blood in his eyes, spitting curses, wishing he could show up immediately and scare all those who were causing trouble in the Forbidden City to death.

But no one could see his existence, and he didn't see any ghost appear, so he could only watch time pass by in vain, but he could do nothing.

It only took two hundred years to go from full of hope to despair, and another hundred years from despair to relief. Time took away all of Honghui's emotions, and in the end only relief was left.

"This is the famous Jingren Palace among the six eastern palaces. Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty was born here, and Emperor Guangxu's concubine Zhen Tatara also lived here."

What about my mother? Her name has completely disappeared from history. Besides him, who else in the world knows about Ulanara Yixiu?

Does he really exist in this world?

Forget it, go, go! The Qing Dynasty has fallen, and there is no reason for him to stay in the Forbidden City anymore!

There was a flash of lightning and thunder. A bolt of lightning struck down, a white light flashed, and the world before my eyes changed.

"Honghui, wake up quickly!"

This voice seems somewhat familiar, where have I heard it before?

Ah! It's Ama! Isn't the person standing next to him the Emperor? Where is this?

"Honghui, this is the underworld. You are filled with resentment and have entered a state of demonic possession!"

Honghui became excited: "Where is my mother? Father, do you still remember my mother? Also, the Qing Dynasty declined under Hongli. Father, the Qing Dynasty is gone."

Yongzheng sighed, squatted down and patted Honghui on the shoulder, "I know, not only I, but also your Mafa and all the ancestors know."

Kangxi took over the conversation, "Honghui, now that you have resolved the demonic barrier and survived the heavenly thunderstorm, you have the opportunity to return to the past and change the humiliating history of the Qing Dynasty's decline and demise. I will ask you one last time, are you willing to take a risk for the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty?"

Honghui replied "I do" without hesitation and firmly.

"Good! You are worthy of being a descendant of the Aisin-Gioro family. You have great ambition. We have used all the merits we have gained in our lifetime to gain a chance to use the Kunlun Mirror. The Kunlun Mirror can travel through time and space, and there is a chance that you can be reborn into the past."

"Mafa, Father, and all the ancestors, why didn't you reincarnate yourself, and choose me, a grandson who died young?"

The King of Hell, who had been watching for a long time, spoke up at the right time: "They don't have the chance. Their souls can't bear the consumption of the Kunlun Mirror. They can't reach the time and space they want to go. Instead, their souls will be scattered, and they will lose the opportunity to change the past in vain."

"You are different. Your soul has been tempered for hundreds of years. Not only has it resolved the demonic barrier, but it has also survived the heavenly thunder tribulation. You can withstand the consumption of the Kunlun Mirror, and you are the best candidate for rebirth."

Honghui solved his doubts and couldn't wait to set off immediately. The person he wanted to see most at this moment was his mother.

The King of Hell led the way in front, Honghui followed behind, and the others were left where they were as they were not qualified to go to the Ninth Heaven.

"Honghui, where there is a will, there is a way! You will definitely be able to change the fate of the Qing Dynasty."

With the earnest expectations of his ancestors, Honghui stood in front of the endless Kunlun Mirror, ready to set off and travel through time and space.

"Aisin-Gioro Honghui, although this journey of yours was an opportunity gained through merit, it is ultimately against the will of heaven, so you need to earn merit after your rebirth to extend your life, otherwise the space-time suppression force will take advantage of the opportunity and exclude you from your space-time."

Honghui doesn't care. In order to see his mother again and to change the fate of the Qing Dynasty, he will definitely forge ahead and never forget his original intention.

"Mother, here I come!"

Honghui took a few steps forward without hesitation, was gradually swallowed by the Kunlun Mirror, and began his journey.