When Concubine Duan heard that Princess Jinghe was missing, her heart tightened, her face turned pale in an instant, and her lips trembled slightly:

"Which mother doesn't worry about her child? Concubine Hui must be very anxious at this time...

Jixiang, ask all the palace maids and eunuchs in Qingliang Palace to go and look for him! They can help a little bit!"

There was a hint of urgency and anxiety in her voice.

"Yes, I'll do it right away!" Jixiang took the order and immediately retreated.

The sound of Jixiang's footsteps gradually faded away, and the room fell into dead silence.

Concubine Duan felt it was hot, so she stood up and walked to the corridor of Qingliang Palace, looking at the starry sky. Suddenly, she seemed to hear the cry of a baby again.

She felt that she must be hallucinating. Qingliang Palace was quite remote, and Wen Yi and Longyue, both grown-up children, were now living there. How could there be a baby crying?

In the side room of Qingliang Palace, Longyue was holding a small pillow and covering Princess Jinghe's head tightly, saying non-stop:

"Don't cry, what should I do if my mother finds out?"

But the harder she tried, the more miserable Jinghe cried, "Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu..."

Longyue brought more pillows and clothes from the side and covered Jinghe's head and body with them. She just wanted Jinghe to stop crying.

After a while, Jinghe was tired of crying and slowly fell asleep, and there was no sound anymore.

Princess Wen Yi came in from outside and saw the small bed was piled with pillows and clothes. She asked curiously:

"Sister Longyue, what are you doing? Mother has been looking for you for a long time. It's getting late. We need to rest! We have to pay our respects to the Emperor tomorrow morning!"

Long Yue hesitated and stammered, and finally said with a determined heart:

"Sister Wen Yi, I'm going to rest now, let's go!"

During the hot summer, Jinghe was covered under a quilt for eight or nine months, with pillows and clothes piled on top, and no one would notice her.

After an unknown amount of time, Jinghe slowly opened her eyes. She reached out to push away the people piled on top of her, but unfortunately her strength was too little and she could only sob helplessly.

She was sweating profusely and looked like she was exhausted.

In such a hot summer, she was covered in a quilt with so many pillows and clothes on top. Even if she didn't suffocate to death, she would die of heat.

Jinghe's crying became quieter and quieter. She opened her mouth and wanted to drink some water.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Wen Yi and Long Yue fell asleep.

Concubine Duan was a meticulous person. She would get up every night to check on the two children again. Jixiang held a candle, and she checked that the two sleeping children were safe and sound before slowly returning to the bedroom.

"Jixiang, has Princess Jinghe been found?" asked Concubine Duan.

"No, Concubine Hui is very anxious, and the Emperor has also sent his own army camp, and they are now salvaging in Fuhai!" Jixiang explained.

"Jinghe has a miserable life. She almost died when she was born. Now she is not even a year old and has encountered all this. What a miserable child!" Concubine Duan sighed.

Suddenly Princess Jinghe cried again, but she had sweated too much and had not eaten for a long time, so she didn't have much strength left.

"Jixiang, did you hear the baby crying?" asked Concubine Duan.

"Your Majesty, I was so busy holding the lamp that I didn't hear any baby crying!" Jixiang said, and listened carefully for a while, but still no sound.

At this time, Princess Jinghe was exhausted and her crying was intermittent.

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