Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

When the emperor opened his eyes again, he was already in the bedroom of the Qianqing Palace. At this moment, everyone in the majestic Qianqing Palace held their breath.

He looked around, and the person closest to the bed was Prince Hongzhou, who was leading a group of princes and princesses, kneeling beside the bed to take care of him.

Behind them were the Queen, Noble Consort Hui, Noble Consort Chun, Noble Consort Jia, Noble Consort Ling and others, waiting and serving the medicine.

The first person to discover that the emperor had woken up was Yongyan, who was less than three years old and was kneeling beside the emperor's bed. He blinked and shouted,

"Second brother, the emperor is awake, the emperor is awake."

The emperor stretched out his pale hand and touched Yongyan's smooth forehead.

"Yongyan, are you missing your father?"

Yongyan nodded and rubbed his little head against the emperor's hand, "Father, your son and I, my brothers, miss you very much."

The emperor raised his head, and there was a gentleness in his eyes that the princes had never seen before, as if a treasure had been lost and then found again.

"Yonghuang, do you still blame the Emperor? I have been thinking about your words that I can't send my father off all my life."

Yonghuang just thought that the emperor father was talking about the Qifu Temple incident. He thought that the incident had happened so long ago and the emperor father was seriously ill, so he might as well coax him.

Anyway, he now has a mother who loves him, a wife who supports him, and lovely children, and his mentality is very good.

Yonghuang and Yongzhang knelt down and took a step back, kowtowed heavily,

"Father, don't worry. I am living a happy life now. I have never blamed you."

The emperor glanced at Yongcheng again and said with a hint of regret:

"Yongsheng, you know, the emperor asked you to be adopted, not because he didn't want you, but because he had plans for your future. He didn't want you anymore, so don't be upset."

Yongsheng blinked. He already knew what the emperor father meant. His mother had told him about it. Besides, he could still enter the palace, his seniority and rewards would remain unchanged. How could he be depressed?

"Father, I know this is your love for me."

The emperor's gaze shifted to Yongqi, thinking of how in his previous life, due to various political considerations, he closed the trading ports and isolated the Qing Dynasty from the ever-progressing world.

Although it did consolidate the rule at the time, it also caused endless harm.

He propped himself up slightly, looked at Yongqi who was in his prime and gave him instructions.

"Yongqi, do what you want to do with your Tian Yuner."

Behind Yongqi was Yongji, who looked worried. The emperor felt a little sour in his heart. In his past and present life, he had never been good to Yongji.

He even vented his dissatisfaction on Yongqi because of Nara's hair cutting. He never conferred a title on him in his entire life and constantly made him observe mourning for his elders, just to cut off his offspring.

However, Yongji still maintained a pure and kind heart. He did not hate him because of his harsh treatment. Instead, he swallowed the bitterness himself and left in his twenties.

The emperor rarely waved to Yongqi. At this moment, his voice was hardly loud enough.

"Pass on my decree. The twelfth prince is filial and kind, and serves me very respectfully. He is to be conferred the title of Duoluo Beile."

Yongqi was flattered. He looked at his fifth brother and then at his second brother in disbelief, and thanked them with tears in his eyes.

The emperor finally held Yonglian's hand beside him, feeling Yonglian's warmth, he smiled with relief

"Yonglian, it's great that I can watch you grow up. You are the beloved child of me and your mother. You have been smart and talented since childhood, and you study hard day and night. Most importantly, you are open-minded and can accept new things. I am very confident in you."

Yonglian crawled forward two steps, fell down in front of the emperor, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Huang Ama..."

The emperor held Yonglian in his arms and patted his shoulder.

"Pass on my order. Take out the imperial edict behind the plaque of "Zhengda Guangming" and announce to the world that I want to make Prince Yuan Yonglian the crown prince."

Everyone behind him knelt down to receive the order, but Yonglian was still crying. Thinking about the Empress Dowager's instructions, Yonglian was heartbroken and repeatedly stated that he only wanted his father to be alive.

The emperor was already exhausted. He held the hand of Fu Cha Lang Ya who came to his side. He had many things to say to Lang Ya, but in the end, he could only say one sentence:

"Langya, no matter how many times I come back, you are the only wife in my heart. In this life, it's my turn to wait for you down there."

A cold tear fell from the corner of Fucha Langya's eyes. She not only had memories of this life, but she also remembered the emperor's suspicion in her previous life, and the emperor's harsh criticism of the previous dynasty and the harem after she left.

So at this moment, her mood was extremely complicated.

She thought, if she had to choose, she didn't want to wait for the emperor anymore, nor did she want the emperor to wait for her. She wanted to be a free bird and fly out of these red walls.

Fucha Langya used a cotton cloth soaked in water to moisten the emperor's dry and flaky lips, just like she had done when she was sick.

Her expression was as gentle as the spring rain in March.

"Your Majesty, the children will be guarding outside. You are tired too. Take a good rest. I will arrange for the concubines to take turns to serve you."

The emperor wanted to grab Langya's hand, but he had no strength left and slowly closed his eyes.

When the emperor opened his eyes again, it was three days later, after the ceremony of establishing the crown prince was over.

At this moment, everyone was watching the ceremony in the Taiji Hall. Accompanying the emperor was Concubine Dun Wang Fuzhi. She dismissed the palace servants and refilled the red gold incense burner with auspicious beast ears on the table with incense.

The golden tasseled curtain swayed, and Wang Fuzhi, dressed in green, came to the emperor holding a medicinal soup.

She caringly helped the emperor up, placed a soft golden pillow behind him, and fed the medicine to his mouth.

The emperor tried his best to open his heavy eyelids. The Concubine Dun in front of him was young, gentle, and beautiful. She should have been his favorite type.

He drank the medicine that Concubine Dun fed him mouthful by mouthful, raised his head,

"Princess Dun, you have served me for several years and have been very attentive. It's a pity that you were unable to bear a child for me."

Wang Fuzhi put down the medicine bowl, and her soft eyes became sharp and fierce.

"Your Majesty, the reason why I don't have children is because I hate you."

Fear and anger burst out from the emperor's dim eyes. He suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the medicine, so he scratched his throat.

Wang Fuzhi laughed. It turned out that when the emperor, who was the supreme ruler, knew that his life was threatened, he would also struggle for survival like an ant.

"Your Majesty, please stop picking on me. It's useless. The chicken soup you enjoy every day is the medicine, and the concubine you pamper every night is the poison frost. This bowl of medicine is just a catalyst. Even if the imperial physician examines it, he won't find anything."

The emperor panted and questioned Wang Fuzhi,

"Why do you want to harm me? Have I not been good to you? I have given you a position and honor."

Wang Fuzhi was not afraid of the emperor who was already exhausted, and looked straight at him.

"Because my father is Guiduo, and my sister is Aruo."