Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 216 The Emperor is Angry

Fu Heng originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw Wei Yingluo's pitiful appearance, his heart softened and he finally chose to agree.

He knew that once Wei Yingluo made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

But he was also worried about her safety and he didn't want her to get hurt.

"Yingluo, do you really want to go? The journey is long and full of danger. You know I can't let you get hurt." Fu Heng's voice was full of worry.

Wei Yingluo turned her head and looked at Fu Heng, her eyes full of affection.

"Fu Heng, I know you are worried about me, but this is what I have to do. I don't want to see tragedy happen again, and I hope we can do something to change this." Her tone was firm and powerful.

Fu Heng sighed, he knew he couldn't convince Wei Yingluo.

He could only try his best to protect her and keep her from getting hurt during this trip.

"Okay, Yingluo, since you have made up your mind, I will always be with you. Let's go together and face it all together." Fu Heng held Wei Yingluo's hand tightly, his heart full of determination.

In fact, Fu Heng also had his own selfish motives. He did not want to leave his newlywed wife for too long. Even if he had to endure more fatigue and pressure, or even face the emperor's reprimand, he did not want to disappoint his wife.

"Master~ I know you treat me the best!"

Wei Yingluo stretched out her hands with a smile on her face, hugged Fu Heng's arms tightly, leaned her head on his shoulder, felt the warmth from his body, her heart filled with sweetness and happiness.

Fu Heng stretched out his finger and gently poked Wei Yingluo's nose, his eyes revealing endless doting, "You, you, I really have no way to deal with you."

The love between them is like the warm sunshine in winter, bringing endless warmth and comfort to each other.

Although the road ahead may be full of challenges and difficulties, as long as they support each other and move forward hand in hand, I believe they will be able to overcome all obstacles and move towards a better future together.

In the prosperous capital city, a solemn and imposing mansion stands quietly. That is the Fucha Mansion.

The vermilion door exudes an ancient atmosphere, and the door knocker gleams with metallic luster under the sunlight. The stone lions on both sides of the door squat majestically, as if they are loyal guards, guarding the peace in the mansion.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Fucha Mansion. The sunlight shone on the plaque on the gate, shining with golden light.

On the street outside the gate, pedestrians come and go. There are hawkers carrying loads and hawking their wares, and their melodious cries echo in the air; there are officials riding tall horses hurriedly passing by, and the sound of horse hooves can be heard; and there are children playing, and their laughter is as clear as silver bells.

It was already evening, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of light.

Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng got off the carriage and walked slowly into the Fucha Mansion. Their figures were stretched out in the sunlight.

Mrs. Fucha was sitting in the hall. She was wearing exquisite clothes embroidered with beautiful patterns that sparkled in the sun.

She looked through the carved doors and windows and saw that Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng had returned so soon. The joy in her heart was like a flower blooming in spring.

She thought that they must be extremely satisfied with the people in Fucha Mansion and came back specially to accompany her for dinner. The happy mood spread in her heart like a tide.

Seeing Wei Yingluo, Mrs. Fucha couldn't wait to stand up, a bright smile on her face.

She walked quickly forward and happily took Wei Yingluo's slender and warm hand, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world, completely ignoring her son Fu Heng beside her.

Mrs. Fucha's wrinkled face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. She said gently:

"Yingluo, you are finally back. Although I don't know whether you will come back for dinner, I have prepared some dishes you like as Fu Heng said. Come and try them to see if they suit your taste."

Wei Yingluo looked at Mrs. Fucha's kind face and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She smiled from the bottom of her heart, and that smile was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and bright.

She knew that Mrs. Fucha really cared about her and took care of her in every way.

She bowed slightly and said softly, "Thank you, mother."

Then, she couldn't help but add, "Mother is so good to Yingluo."

However, Mrs. Fucha was stunned, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She slowly picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Wei Yingluo's words made her thoughts surge back to the past like a tide.

She seemed to see her precious daughter Rongyin, who before she got married often liked to say to her: "Mother is so good to Rongyin."

The scene kept replaying in her mind like a beautiful dream, and those beautiful memories pricked her heart like needles.

She thought silently in her heart: "Rongyin, my child, are you okay in the Forbidden City?"

After a while, Mrs. Fucha seemed to break free from her memories.

She held Wei Yingluo's hand tightly, even tighter, and liked this daughter-in-law more and more in her heart.

Wei Yingluo didn't expect that these few simple words would illuminate Madam Fucha's heart like a warm flame.

She whispered, "Good boy, let's go eat."

As she spoke, she took Wei Yingluo's hand and walked towards the dining room.

Their figures gradually faded away, leaving Fu Heng alone standing there.

Fu Heng shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile on his face.

He thought silently in his heart: "Mother, you really treat Yingluo as your own daughter. You almost forgot about me, your son."

And in that magnificent palace, the night was like a huge black curtain, covering everything.

Changchun Palace stands quietly in a corner of the imperial palace, appearing particularly peaceful in the night.

The glazed tiles on the palace walls sparkled mysteriously in the moonlight, and the lanterns in front of the palace gate swayed gently in the wind, casting mottled light and shadows.

What Wei Yingluo didn't expect was that tonight, the emperor came to Changchun Palace quietly as usual.

He did not inform anyone, as if he was a mysterious visitor. He walked into Changchun Palace with steady steps.

Changchun Palace was very quiet at this time, as if without Wei Yingluo, the "troublemaker", staying in Changchun Palace, everything became peaceful.

That kind of tranquility was like a calm lake, without a single sound.

The emperor walked into the inner hall and saw Empress Fucha and Yonglian having dinner.

The mother and son passed food to each other, and the warm scene was just like that of an ordinary mother and son.

There was no one serving them, which was a bit surprising.

When the emperor saw this scene, the anger in his heart exploded instantly like a lit powder keg.

He asked angrily: "Where are all the servants? How can they be so presumptuous? A manager is missing, and Changchun Palace is in such a mess!"