GBP Chapter 166 Consort Fucha
Chapter 166 Consort Fucha
Chapter 166 Noble Lady Fucha
Within this vast palace, there have always been many unwritten rules and taboos.
Especially with a highly dangerous and contagious disease like smallpox, once someone died from it,
There was absolutely no way the corpse could have stayed in the palace for long.
Smallpox was a terrible nightmare at this time; once it spread, the consequences were unimaginable.
Therefore, in order to prevent this terrible disease from spreading further,
According to custom, the bodies of those who died from the epidemic should be burned as soon as possible.
Even the emperor was no exception, and Lingxi and Hongzhan were naturally among them.
(It is said that after Shunzhi died, his body was burned.)
Upon receiving this news, Su Peisheng's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
This is truly terrible news, catching everyone completely off guard.
Since the outbreak of smallpox, the Emperor has been in a bad mood.
And now, this devastating news is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
And at this critical juncture, this news arrived.
This was undoubtedly a huge pressure for Su Peisheng.
Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger; he fears that reporting this news will anger the emperor.
You won't even know how you die then.
He could also have someone else deliver the bad news.
But Su Peisheng did not do that.
If he doesn't go, then Xiao Xiazi and the others will go.
These little brats, though they've served the Emperor for a long time, still can't compare to him in understanding the Emperor.
Su Peisheng never intended for them to take this risk.
Sigh, I wonder when he'll be able to stop worrying so much.
Su Peisheng couldn't help but sigh deeply.
This news absolutely cannot be concealed.
Su Peisheng composed himself and cautiously entered the Imperial Study with a bowed posture.
Inside the Imperial Study, the chubby orange-haired man was frowning, intently reviewing memorials.
Seeing this, Su Peisheng hesitated slightly, but still mustered his courage and said softly:
"Your Majesty, this servant has something to report."
Big Fat Orange's brows furrowed even more as he looked up.
He glanced at Su Peisheng impatiently and said sternly:
"Say!"
Su Peisheng trembled at the scolding from the chubby orange cat, and he said timidly:
"Your Majesty, news has arrived from Suiyu Pavilion."
Princess Lingxi and Hongzhan...didn't survive this smallpox outbreak, they're...gone."
Upon hearing this news, Big Fat Orange was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale.
The pen in his hand seemed to lose its support and fell to the ground with a "thud".
He sat blankly in the chair, as if his soul had been ripped from his body, and remained silent for a long time.
His eyes were also empty.
After Su Peisheng finished speaking, he stood aside, not daring to breathe.
He deliberately kept his breathing extremely soft, his eyes fixed intently on the ground.
I was afraid that I might accidentally touch on the incredibly sensitive nerves of the big, fat orange cat.
This devastating news struck Big Fat Orange as if it had been struck by a bolt from the blue.
Lingxi and Hongzhan, the twins, ultimately did not make it through.
These two children are the result of his and Huanhuan's blood and flesh, something they had longed for for a long time.
Although both children were born with congenital defects, he had long been prepared for their possible premature death.
But when those two children were actually gone, he truly felt a heart-wrenching pain.
Lingxi and Hongzhan are both very sensible; despite being tormented by illness, the little children have never been willful.
Big Fat Orange sat there blankly for a long time, as if all its energy had been drained away in an instant.
He remained silent for a long time, his mind filled with Lingxi's adorable smile.
Hongzhan, who used to hold a book every day, is now just a memory.
In the end, we still couldn't save those two children!
He felt guilty, realizing that as the emperor, he couldn't even protect his own child.
He slowly closed his eyes, as if that would shut him out of the cruel reality before him.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic emotions.
However, the pain in my heart was like a surging tide, impossible to suppress.
Big Fat Orange felt a lump in its throat, and its breathing became heavy and difficult.
His face slowly turned bright red.
Although Su Peisheng dared not make any move, he kept a close eye on the expression on the chubby orange cat's face.
Seeing this, he quickly handed a cup of tea to the big fat orange's lips.
"Your Majesty, you must take good care of yourself!"
The chubby orange cat trembled as it took the tea, but just held it blankly, the tea spilling out between its fingers.
His eyes were vacant as he murmured, "My children... my Lingxi, my Hongzhan..."
And Huanhuan..."
Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, the teacup fell to the ground, and shards flew everywhere.
"Let's go to Suiyu Pavilion!"
Su Peisheng hurriedly knelt down in the tunnel and advised...
"Your Majesty, you mustn't! You cannot step into the Broken Jade Pavilion now!"
If His Majesty were to contract smallpox, even a hundred heads wouldn't be enough for this servant to behead him.
The big, fat orange cat glared angrily and, unusually loudly, shouted:
"I can't worry about all that! I need to go see Huanhuan and my child!"
Su Peisheng was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly:
"Your Majesty, Suiyu Pavilion is still under lockdown, and the people inside are in quarantine."
If you were to enter, the entire palace would be thrown into chaos.
Big Orange paused, knowing full well that Su Peisheng's words were true, but he was truly worried about Huanhuan.
Actually, he was also worried about Hongchang and Hongshi.
He already had few children; if something were to happen to them all, who would inherit the throne?
If no one can inherit the throne, there will likely be turmoil again in the future.
Su Peisheng had no choice but to cling tightly to the legs of the big fat orange cat.
He advised, "Your Majesty's health is of utmost importance; you absolutely cannot take such a risk."
The chubby orange cat's legs were tightly held by Su Peisheng, and he was furious.
But after calming down a bit...
A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall; as the ruler of a country, he certainly could not take such a risk.
The chubby orange cat sat back down on the stool, closed its eyes briefly, and then...
The chubby orange cat, suppressing the grief that almost consumed him, reluctantly gave the order:
"Send Lingxi and Hongzhan's bodies to be cremated immediately, so as not to cause any further trouble."
After he finished speaking, his body trembled slightly.
These seemingly simple words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He was trying his best to suppress the pain in his heart.
As emperor, he could not show his vulnerability in front of others.
He had to be strong, even though his heart was already riddled with wounds.
The Imperial Study was very quiet at this time, and the heavy breathing of the chubby orange cat could be clearly heard.
Upon hearing this, Su Peisheng dared not delay for the slightest and quickly accepted the order and withdrew.
The chubby orange cat remained seated on the dragon throne, motionless for a long time, like a statue that had lost its soul.
Su Peisheng left and quickly made the arrangements.
Then he returned to the Imperial Study and stood respectfully to one side.
He didn't rush to take out what was in his sleeve.