The Fourth Master's Dog

Queen Tong stared at the little prince in her arms without blinking. Her heart was completely numb as his breathing gradually weakened.

She was never destined to be a mother in this life.

The sadness in his eyes could not be dispelled, and his whole temperament was filled with despair.

The wet nurse was still trying to comfort her, not wanting her queen to appear so heartbroken.

Queen Tong opened her hoarse mouth and spoke to the wet nurse word by word with difficulty.

The originally pleasant girl's voice turned hoarse.

"Mammy, help me find that bright yellow dress with gardenia and butterflies embroidered on it."

"Even if I die, I will be beautiful and bright."

"Go now... and ask His Majesty to come over. I am afraid... if we wait any longer, we will never see him again."

The nanny's originally serious face had already turned into a tearful one due to crying.

"I will send someone to invite him right away, and I will definitely let Her Majesty see him one last time."

Queen Tong smiled indifferently and hugged the Fifteenth Prince tightly in her arms, not knowing whether he was breathing or not.

After taking a few deep breaths, he began to cough violently.

“Ahem… ahem… that’s not necessary. I’ll just tell you first.”

After coughing for a while, I began to speak more fluently.

"When I die, you will do as I say and go to the Fourth Prince's side to take care of him. You absolutely cannot allow him to go back to that bitch Wu Ya."

"Otherwise, I will be uneasy even in the underground. Mammy, you must help me."

Queen Tong carefully kissed the silent little Fifteenth Prince in her arms.

"When the time comes, Little Fifteen will be buried with me. He is so young that he must be afraid of being alone."

"Also, dig up my baby and bury him with me. Otherwise, I'm afraid she won't have any support in the future."

Queen Tong raised her head and stared blankly at everything above her, as if she had finally come to terms with it, and her tone became a little more relaxed.

"Let His Majesty choose a quieter mountain for me to be buried in. Don't bury me with them. I've been fighting all my life, but in the end, I have nothing."

"I don't want to. Once I get down there, I'll have to fight for it."

"Please keep those two letters. When my funeral is over, write them to my father."

"The other one will be given to His Majesty directly when he arrives at Chengqian Palace."

"I am telling you something. I wish my cousin the Emperor a long life without worries."

At this point, Queen Tong laughed first. Yes, he must live a long life. Then she would like to see his sons grow up, especially the prince whom he raised personally.

Everyone stared at the chair under his butt with green eyes.

Can he be carefree?

You must live a long life.

Queen Tong finally murmured something to herself, but her voice was so soft that the wet nurse could not hear it clearly.

Queen Tong looked into the distance and seemed to see her daughter and the crying little son, waving their hands and calling her. Queen Tong slowly closed her eyes with a beautiful smile.

When I died, I wasn't sad at all.

The wet nurse has calmed down now and has already wiped away the tears from her eyes. She cannot fall down because she still has to avenge the Empress.

No matter who it is, she won't let anyone go.

The wet nurse was resting her head on a pillow, her face full of traces of death.

The wet nurse looked at the lifeless mother and son lying on the bed. Queen Tong was as beautiful as a flower, but her face was pale.

Remembering that her own queen loved to be beautiful and had just said that she wanted to wear the most beautiful clothes, the wet nurse quickly ordered people to wash and dress up the queen.

The wet nurse personally picked up the makeup supplies beside her and applied exquisite makeup to Queen Tong, put on some gorgeous jewelry, and carefully arranged everything on Queen Tong's body.

Even the little prince was not spared and put on festive clothes.

After the wet nurse had cleaned up everything, she looked at Queen Tong, who was lying on the bed as if she was asleep as usual.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of my eyes as I cried silently.

When Kangxi arrived at Chengqian Palace, it was very quiet, as if there was no one there.

The fourth prince Yinzhen had already received the news. He put on plain clothes, had a blank look in his eyes, and was kneeling beside the bed, shedding silent tears.

When Kangxi walked in, he saw this scene and staggered twice. Fortunately, Liang Jiugong, who was standing next to him, was agile and quickly supported Kangxi.

Kangxi looked at his little cousin lying on the bed, dressed exquisitely, wearing familiar clothes and with a peaceful face.

I couldn't help but feel a wave of pain in my heart, and my eyes turned red in an instant.

Duofu had just taken a nap under the bed and when he woke up he heard crying outside.

There is a little bit of missing status.

When he saw the dark bottom of the bed, he was still thinking that he was still under Queen Tong's bed.

No one had spoken for a long time, and I thought the servants had gone out, so I couldn't help but fall asleep.

How could I have imagined waking up?

Queen Tong died just like that, not even a day had passed.

It wasn't even completely dark outside yet, and Kangxi's imperial decree for a happy marriage seemed a little too unlucky.

It has always been said in history that Kangxi was somewhat unlucky with his wife.

None of his queens lived long.

Empress Xiaochengren, Hesheli, died of complications during childbirth of the crown prince.

Empress Xiaozhaoren, Niuhuru, died of a serious illness one year after she became the empress. She had a good body, but she died of a serious illness within a year.

Noble Consort Tong became empress, but she died within a day.

Imperial Noble Consort Tong had been in poor health to begin with, and on the first day after she was crowned empress, her health worsened and she died from the curse.

If she hadn't been crowned as queen, she might have been able to hold out for a few more days.

Duofu was under the bed, unable to help but analyze the situation rationally.

The more Duofu analyzed, the more he felt that his idea made sense. This Kangxi was a typical wife-killer, otherwise how could the queens who became his wives not have a good ending?

Duofu hadn't noticed yet that Kangxi, who was standing beside the bed, looked heartbroken because his little cousin had died.

Otherwise, please say something.

This is a scumbag.

When someone wants you to promise something before they die, you have to think it over again and again, and in the end they leave with regrets.

Now that he is dead, what is there to be sad about?

Maybe we should even set off some firecrackers to celebrate the fact that this overbearing and arrogant little cousin in the palace is no longer with us.

Kangxi was sad at this moment, he was really sad, but he still had some true feelings for his little cousin.

When the other concubines in the harem heard the news, no matter how sad they looked, they shed tears.

I felt so happy deep down in my heart.

The mountain that was pressing on their heads was finally gone, even though she was crowned queen.

so what?

She was not unlucky at all. She died of illness just after being crowned as queen.

If you are not destined to be a queen, don’t even think about becoming one.

Look, this is the end.

If you are not destined to do so, don't expect to get something that does not belong to you.