Yinzhen did not rest in Kunning Palace as others thought. He only had dinner with the queen and then left for Cining Palace.
Although it no longer snowed on February night, it was still very cold, especially this year. It was almost freezing. Li Dequan followed Yinzhen all the way, feeling that no matter how many clothes he wore, he could not block the coldness.
It made people feel chilly all over. It wasn't until they stepped into Cining Palace that the coldness felt less intense.
Yinzhen took a breath of air-conditioning and said to the palace attendants who came to greet her: "Is the Queen Mother still unwilling to take the medicine?"
"Yes, no matter how much the slaves coaxed her, the Queen Mother refused to drink the medicine. Most of the medicine she prepared was thrown away every time. Today, the Queen Mother has never even taken a sip." An older palace maiden said.
After replying like this, he added: "The Queen Mother's appetite has become worse and worse in the past few days. The servants are worried that if this continues, the Queen Mother's body will not be able to support it."
Yinzhen rubbed his cold hands and said in a deep voice: "Go and fry another bowl. I will personally serve it to the Queen Mother."
"Hey!" the palace maid agreed and left quickly. Not long after, a bowl of steaming yellow-brown decoction was brought up. Just as Yinzhen was about to take it, Li Dequan carefully reminded him: "Your Majesty, be careful of scalding your hands.
"
"It's okay." Yinzhen endured the burning sensation and took the medicine bowl and walked in. He burned the earth dragon and the charcoal pot in the inner hall. As soon as he opened the curtain and entered, he felt a wave of heat coming towards him, as warm as
spring.
Wu Yashi was leaning on the soft pillow with her eyes closed. The palace servants standing beside the bed saw Yinzhen coming in and were about to salute, but Yinzhen silently stopped her and signaled them all to leave.
When Yinzhen came in, there was an obvious smell of medicine filling the hall. Wu Yashi wrinkled her nose and shouted without opening her eyes: "I already said I won't drink it, why are you bringing it here again? Take it down quickly."
"How can the disease be cured if the emperor doesn't take medicine?" Wu Yashi did not wait for the expected reply. Instead, she heard Yinzhen's voice and suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that the person who came in with the medicine was
It was Yinzhen. After just one glance, Wu Yashi looked away and said lightly: "Why is the emperor here?"
"The Queen's mother is not feeling well, I should come and take a look." Yinzhen said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and said softly: "The Queen's mother should drink the medicine first."
"I don't want to drink it, take it away." Wu Yashi glanced over her head and said.
Yinzhen didn't care about Wu Ya's indifference, and still persuaded him nicely: "Good medicine tastes bitter. If the emperor doesn't drink the medicine, how can the disease be cured?" Since the death of Emperor Kangxi, Wu Ya has been in a good mood.
Unable to afford the illness, the imperial doctor visited him several times, but there was still no improvement.
Hearing his words, a look of sadness appeared on Wu Ya's face, "I am the late emperor's concubine. The late emperor has left. It doesn't matter whether I am well or not. It would be better to go to accompany the late emperor as soon as possible."
When Yinzhen heard what she said sadly, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He hurriedly said: "What is the emperor's mother saying? You are the most noble person in the world. How could you leave so early? What's more, I have to respect you well."
!" As he said that, he scooped up a spoonful of the decoction, blew it to cool down, and handed it to Wu Ya's lips. "The emperor drank the medicine quickly. When you get better, I will formally issue an edict to crown you the empress dowager.
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Originally, after serving the throne, Yinzhen should have issued an order to honor his biological mother Wu Ya as the empress dowager. However, on the day of the conferment, the empress dowager had to be worshiped by hundreds of officials, and Wu Ya had been ill, so this matter was difficult to do.
It was delayed, but everyone knew that this was just a situation. It was only a matter of time before the title was granted, so she was called the Queen Mother in the palace early. However, the Wu Ya clan herself had been unwilling to change her title to Aijia. Even this palace
No, I just call myself me like an ordinary girl in the folk.
Wu Yashi did not accept Yinzhen's advice, but said: "No need, I am just a concubine. How can He De dare to occupy the position of Queen Mother? Even this Cining Palace does not dare to stay for a long time. I will move there tomorrow."
Go to Shoukang Palace and live with the sisters."
"Empress Huang!" After talking for so long, Yinzhen couldn't bear it no matter how good his temper was. He put down the medicine bowl and said: "What's wrong? If there's anything I didn't do well, just say it.
Why do you need to say such disappointing things?"
"You are the emperor, how dare I speak against you." Wu Ya said with a strange expression.
Yinzhen sighed heavily and said: "No matter what his identity is, he is the son of the emperor's mother. The emperor's mother should not only give him a few words of training, but also scold him. I dare not do that."
A half-complaint. I just don’t understand why the emperor’s attitude towards him has become worse since he succeeded to the throne. Every time he comes to pay his respects, he is greeted with sarcastic comments. What does he do?
What is wrong that makes the emperor's mother so unwilling to meet her son?"
Wu Yashi stared at him without saying a word for a long time, her ears filled with the sound of the wind whistling outside the window, blowing branches and casting shadows on the window paper, like a lonely ghost wandering in the middle of the night.
As for ghosts, they are the most indispensable in the Forbidden City...
In such silence, Wu Yashi finally spoke: "Back then...who did your Emperor Ama pass the throne to?"
Yinzhen was shocked. His hand holding the jade bracelet of eighteen sons suddenly tightened, and he blurted out: "What does Huang Eniang mean by this?"
"You don't have to ask me what I mean, just answer me, who is it?" Wu Yashi looked closely into Yinzhen's eyes and asked word by word.
Facing Wu Yashi's doubtful gaze, Yinzhen's heart slowly sank. Even if the whole world doubted whether he got the throne legitimately, he could ignore it; but he never expected that even his own
Even biological mothers doubt themselves like this.
"The emperor has passed it on to his son. Otherwise, how could he become the emperor?" Yinzhen said as calmly as possible, enduring the chill that filled his heart.
Wu Yashi nodded slowly, with a lingering sarcasm in her eyes, "If that's the case, why are there rumors in the palace that you are not the right one to get the throne?"
"Where did Huang'e Niang hear this nonsense?" Yinzhen asked, his slightly narrowed eyes passing through the coldness, "On that day, Huang Ama was seriously ill, so he called his ministers and others to Changchun Garden, and then on the same day
The personal biography of all the brothers is located in Erchen, and then there is the edict left by Emperor Ama, which clearly states that the biography is in Erchen, how can it not be said correctly."
Wu Yashi didn't say anything, but the look on her face showed that she didn't fully believe what Yinzhen said. She had also seen the edict, but the handwriting on it was not the same as when Kangxi usually wrote. It might be that he was weak due to illness and the handwriting was damaged.
Some deformations may also be... correcting the imperial edict. At that time, both the Infantry Army Yamen and the Fengtai Camp were controlled by Yinzhen. It was easy for him to correct the imperial edict!
Seeing Wu Yashi's silence, Yinzhen felt sad and sad, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you think the emperor even believes in his son?"
Wu Yashi felt equally uncomfortable and said with relief: "I really want to believe it, but if there was nothing wrong with it, how could it have spread so much that even an old woman like me, who is sick, would have heard about it."