Fu Cha Rongyin travels into Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace

Qingmei stood outside the little prince's bedroom, looking at the little prince who was becoming increasingly weaker inside the room, with complicated feelings in her heart.

She was well aware of Ruyi's plan. She watched as Ruyi pretended to accompany the little prince every day in order to establish a good impression in front of the emperor, but most of the time she just rested on the bed nearby. The real burden of taking care of the little prince fell entirely on herself.

During this period, the little prince's health was getting worse and worse. Jiang Yubin came to take his pulse many times, with a frown on his face and a serious expression.

He used up all kinds of fine medicinal herbs, but could only barely keep the little prince alive.

Qingmei stayed by the little prince's bedside day and night, and felt heartbroken when she saw his pale face and weak breathing.

While taking good care of the little prince, she kept an eye on the movements in the palace, patiently waiting for the best opportunity to reveal the truth to Yihuan as instructed by Ruyi.

Finally, when the little prince was at his weakest, Qingmei felt that the time had come.

After reporting to Ruyi, she carefully selected a plain dress and quietly came to the temple.

Yihuan was chanting scriptures quietly in the temple. Her face was still beautiful, but filled with deep sorrow.

Hearing the footsteps, Yihuan slowly raised her head. The moment she saw Qingmei, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She thought that Ruyi asked Qingmei to come and pick her up, or to bring her some supplies.

Qingmei looked solemn. She slowly walked to Yihuan, bowed gently, and said, "Madam Shupin, there are some things I think you need to know."

Yi Huan frowned slightly, her voice was soft but trembling, "What's the matter? Why are you so mysterious?"

Qingmei took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and began to narrate, "Your Majesty, you have always believed that the Emperor loves you deeply, but you don't know that the Emperor has never truly trusted you."

"The pregnancy-preserving medicine you drank was actually tampered with by the Emperor. He didn't want you to get pregnant at all."

Yi Huan's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief, and she said in a trembling voice, "You are talking nonsense! The emperor is sincere to me, how could this be possible?"

Qingmei looked at Yihuan, her eyes full of pity, "Your Majesty, everything I said is true. Think about it, has the emperor ever been truly sincere to you over the years?"

"You have given so much to him, but he has always been calculating against you. Your talent and beauty are nothing more than a tool for the emperor to please the queen mother."

"And the little prince, his health is getting worse day by day, and Imperial Doctor Jiang is helpless. Isn't there something the emperor has done? You were originally unable to give birth to the emperor's child. It was because of the pregnancy medicine that the emperor personally gave you that caused your mother's weakness and implicated the innocent little prince."

Yihuan's body trembled slightly, tears welled up in her eyes. She shook her head desperately, "No, no... The emperor would not do this to me. I have a deep affection for the emperor and have never done anything for the queen mother in all these years. How could he be so cruel?"

Qingmei continued, "My Lady, I'm afraid the little prince won't have much time left..."

She paused, and did not tell him about Ruyi's plan to keep the young prince by her side to consolidate her favor.

Yihuan closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of sharp blades, and she felt excruciating pain.

After saying these words, Qingmei turned around and prepared to leave.

Yi Huan hurriedly pulled her back, her eyes filled with pleading: "Qing Mei, take me back to the palace. I want to go see the little prince."

Qingmei shook her hand off coldly, saying firmly, "Your Highness, you will never have the chance to return to the palace in your lifetime. Just stay here and don't have any more illusions."

Yihuan collapsed on the ground in despair, looking at Qingmei's departing back, his heart filled with despair and pain.

She felt her world collapse in an instant, and all her beautiful fantasies turned into bubbles.

After Qingmei forcibly left, Yihuan was alone in the temple, unable to relieve the pain and despair in her heart.

She recalled every moment between her and the emperor, and those moments that she once thought were beautiful, have now become cruel lies.

She stroked the poems she had written for the emperor, and tears blurred her eyes again.

She felt that her life had lost all meaning, that she had been deceived and used by the person she loved, and that her child was about to die. In despair, Yihuan decided to end her life.

She stood up slowly and looked around with empty eyes.

Then, she found some flammable things and piled them in the corner of the room. She took a last look at the world, her heart filled with sorrow.

Yihuan lit the fire, and the raging fire quickly spread.

She sat quietly in the fire, there was no fear in her eyes, only endless despair and sorrow.

The heat from the fire hit her face, as if telling of her unwillingness and pain.

The fire quickly attracted the attention of people around, and the nuns in the temple rushed to put out the fire, but it was too late.

Yihuan gradually lost consciousness in the fire, and her life was gone forever with the fire.

The raging fire devoured everything, and in the fire was Shupin, who was banished to the temple for asceticism. The nuns were terrified, as they had never thought such a thing would happen.

After the fire gradually died down, they looked at the devastated scene with fear in their hearts.

They knew that this matter could not be concealed. After all, Yihuan was once the emperor's concubine, and now she burned herself in the temple. This was a very serious event.

So, after discussing it, the nuns reported the matter to the emperor.

The news soon reached the palace, and the emperor was furious when he learned that Yihuan had committed suicide.

His face was terribly gloomy. "How dare you! You dare to burn yourself in a temple? How shameless!"

Jinzhong had a gloomy expression on his face, and silently helped the emperor pick up the teacups that had fallen to the side.

Li Yu squeezed to the front and spoke nice words to the emperor.

But in Yikun Palace, Ruyi had no reaction after learning the news.

She just frowned slightly and continued doing her own thing.

In her opinion, Yihuan's self-immolation had nothing to do with her, it was just because Yihuan's psychological endurance was too poor.

What she is more concerned about now is how to maintain her status in front of the emperor.

The news spread all the way to Changchun Palace.

Rong Yin was dragging her sick body and leaning on the couch to rest.

After hearing the news, she sighed slightly. She knew that this matter must be handled properly, otherwise the emperor's reputation would be ruined.

Rong Yin forced herself to hold on and summoned all the concubines in the palace. Her face was pale but her eyes were determined.

"When Shupin was in seclusion outside the palace, a fire suddenly broke out in the temple, killing her. This was an accident, and no rumors should be spread. Shupin should be buried as a concubine, and the Yehenara family should not be implicated."

Rong Yin's voice was weak but full of majesty.

Gao Xiyue and Concubine Chun immediately stood up and stated that they would never allow rumors to spread in the palace, and would help handle Yihuan's funeral affairs.

The concubines nodded one after another, indicating that they would follow the Queen's arrangements.

Rongyin's way of handling the matter not only saved the emperor's face, but also avoided unnecessary trouble.

When the emperor learned about this, he also felt that Rongyin handled it very well.

However, his suspicion came back.

He was worried that Rong Yin knew that he had asked the imperial physician to prescribe pregnancy-maintaining medicine, but due to Rong Yin's poor health, he could only bear it for the time being and not pursue the matter.

Rongyin knew that the matter could not be let go and she had to find out the truth.

So, she asked Su Lujun and Gao Xiyue to privately investigate Yihuan's self-immolation. Both of them were her confidants and they didn't have much disputes with Yihuan on weekdays, so they could handle it well.

Concubine Chun and Gao Xiyue took the order and began their investigation.

After tracing all the way, they found out that on the day Yihuan committed suicide by burning herself, only Ruyi's childhood sweetheart secretly left the palace to visit Yihuan.

Concubine Chun and Gao Xiyue looked at each other, both of them had a hint of doubt in their hearts, and they decided to report the matter to Rong Yin.

Before Qingmei was brought in for interrogation, the little prince who was raised in Yikun Palace died of illness.

The emperor was immersed in sorrow. He looked at the pale face of the little prince and his heart was filled with pain.

Ruyi was also heartbroken. She leaned tightly against the emperor, but no tears came out after several attempts. After trying for a while, she felt dizzy and fainted.

Qingmei and the emperor caught Ruyi on the left and right and placed her on the couch.

Jiang Yubin happened to be present. He hurried forward to take Ruyi's pulse. After a moment, a look of surprise appeared on Jiang Yubin's face.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Concubine Xian is pregnant." Jiang Yubin's voice rang out in the silent room.

The emperor was stunned, and Ruyi slowly woke up. She couldn't believe her ears.

The emperor also came back to his senses from his sadness, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. "Really? Concubine Xian is pregnant?" the emperor asked.

Jiang Yebin nodded, "Your Majesty, the queen is indeed pregnant."

Ruyi was in a very complicated mood. She never thought that the child she lost would come back in such a way.

The emperor held Ruyi's hand tightly and said, "Ruyi, you must take good care of yourself and give birth to this child for me."

At this time, Concubine Chun and Gao Xiyue also came to Yikun Palace, ready to report their investigation results.

Seeing the commotion inside, Jinzhong had no idea what was going on. He knew everything from beginning to end. When he was guarding outside, he saw Gao Xiyue and the others coming and immediately stepped forward to stop them.

Gao Xiyue was relatively polite to the people around the emperor. Moreover, since this person had gone to Changchun Palace several times, he must be the empress's man.

So she and Jinzhong went aside, and Jinzhong whispered about Ruyi's pregnancy, "My Lady, the Emperor is very happy now. If you have anything else to say, you might as well report it to the Emperor later."

Gao Xiyue hesitated for a moment and decided not to disturb them for the time being.

Rongyin was waiting for news from Concubine Chun and Gao Xiyue in Changchun Palace. Her heart was full of worries, not knowing how this matter would develop.

She knew that the fighting in the palace had never really stopped, and Yihuan's self-immolation this time might just be the beginning.

Changchun Palace.

Su Lujun and Gao Xiyue stood in front of Rongyin with solemn expressions. Gao Xiyue spoke in a hurry, "Your Majesty, I did not tell the emperor about this. I feel that the evidence is not conclusive yet, and reporting it rashly will only cause unnecessary disturbances. I thought of keeping the evidence for now and making a decision when the time is right."

Rong Yin's voice was weak but firm, "Do as you say."