Reborn Lady - Chapter 382
Xu Qingwan woke up before dawn.
Sleeping alone and maintaining an early bedtime and wake-up routine felt entirely natural to her.
Ever since Wei Yang brought Concubine Meng back to the mansion that year, he spent fewer nights with Xu Qingwan. Even when he did sleep in her room, it was merely for sleeping.
In her younger days, Xu Qingwan might have felt a pang of loss, but with her two sons married and her daughters-in-law becoming pregnant one after another, she no longer fretted over Wei Yang’s attention.
As for Wei Yang’s physical presence, Xu Qingwan didn’t bother dwelling on it.
Upon waking early, she didn’t linger in bed but rather summoned her maids to help her with her morning grooming. After tidying up, Xu Qingwan strolled to the window to admire the two pots of narcissus placed there.
Narcissus resembled garlic, yet its blossoms were undeniably beautiful. The petals, whiter than snow, and the golden stamens exuded freshness and nobility.
While others may prefer peonies, Xu Qingwan’s heart belonged to narcissus above all.
As Xu Qingwan tenderly caressed the petals, memories of her early days with Wei Yang flooded her mind.
Wei Yang hailed from Pingcheng, while she herself grew up in Jinling. Their marriage was arranged by her aunt, and although she wasn’t conventionally beautiful, Wei Yang had initially treated her with great tenderness. He gifted her a narcissus hairpin and embroidered handkerchiefs adorned with narcissus flowers, showcasing his affection. In those days, Wei Yang exuded youthfulness and elegance, his demeanor akin to that of a refined gentleman.
However, the facade of gentility soon faded, revealing Wei Yang’s increasing flaws as time passed.
Shaking her head, Xu Qingwan pushed these memories aside. She harbored no illusions about Wei Yang; her only wish was for him to maintain his position without achieving any significant success, ultimately passing it on to her son in the future.
The image of her eldest son’s handsome face and sturdy physique flashed through her mind, evoking a tender smile from Xu Qingwan as she gazed at the narcissus.
Ji Xianxian’s eldest son looked ordinary, but she thought her eldest son was the prettiest.
Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed from a courtyard behind her.
Given the vastness of the East Hall and the arrangement of the concubines, with the side concubines and favored Concubine Meng residing in the west rear of the main courtyard, Xu Qingwan deduced that the scream had emanated from Concubine Meng’s quarters.
Wei Yang had spent the night with Concubine Meng.
Feeling suddenly flustered, Xu Qingwan swiftly led her entourage towards Concubine Meng’s Yichun Hall.
Halfway there, she collided with Eunuch Zeng, the eunuch responsible for overseeing Yichun Hall.
Eunuch Zeng, known to be Concubine Meng’s trusted confidant, appeared visibly distressed. Upon spotting Xu Qingwan, he immediately dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he cried out, “Crown Princess, the Crown Prince… The Crown Prince… He’s been killed by Concubine Meng!”
The word “killed” clouded Xu Qingwan’s mind, causing her surroundings to spin. Her vision darkened momentarily, but she soon felt someone supporting her, bringing clarity back to her sight.
Eunuch Zeng remained kneeling on the ground, grief-stricken, while the palace attendants around him looked on with anxious expressions.
Pushing past the attendants, Xu Qingwan dashed towards Yichun Hall and barged into Concubine Meng’s room.
Concubine Meng knelt on the floor, clad in a disheveled middle coat, tears streaking her face. Upon seeing Xu Qingwan, she rushed forward to explain, only to be restrained by two maids behind her.
Xu Qingwan approached the bed unhindered.
There, lay Wei Yang, motionless on the bed, clad in a white jacket. His bulging, staring eyes and bluish-gray complexion sent shivers down Xu Qingwan’s spine. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, nearly dried.
From such proximity, Wei Yang’s eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
With trembling hands, Xu Qingwan checked for any sign of breath from Wei Yang.
None.
He was truly gone.
Despite any feelings of disgust or disdain, he was still her husband, the cousin she had once admired, and the father of her children.
Tears welled up in her eyes as Xu Qingwan threw herself onto Wei Yang’s lifeless body, her heart shattered into a million pieces.
Da Lang, San Lang, Liu Lang, Shi Lang, and other children arrived one after another, their cries filling the house with increasing volume.
Emperor Yongping and the Imperial doctors were the first to rush over to the East Hall. Emperor Yongping, clad only in a middle coat, braved the freezing cold of the twelfth lunar month in Pingcheng. He ran all the way, seemingly unaware of the chill, until he reached the outside of Yichun Hall and heard the cries from within. Startled momentarily, Emperor Yongping then slowed his pace, allowing palace attendants to help him don a robe.
Once done, Emperor Yongping closed his eyes briefly before parting the curtain in front of him.
Despite his preparation, Emperor Yongping involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood upon seeing his eldest son, then cold and lifeless.
Love ran deep, and responsibility weighed heavily on him. He harbored not only fatherly affection for his eldest son but also the weighty expectation of an Emperor for his heir. Yet, his eldest son lacked talent and grew increasingly overweight and frail.
How could Emperor Yongping display favoritism toward a son who seemed to lack worth? Even when engaging in activities such as horse racing, he only called upon his grandsons, not his own son.
Though genuine dislike existed, it did not deny his love for his son.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Emperor Yongping held his eldest son so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
Not far away, Xu Qingwan knelt, her tears having somewhat subsided after crying for so long.
She glanced at her father-in-law beside the bed, who was overcome with emotion, and then at Da Lang, who knelt beside her, signaling him with a wink.
Immediately, Da Lang knelt down next to Emperor Yongping, embracing his deceased father’s leg and wailing loudly. San Lang, Liu Lang, and others rushed over, joining in the lamentation.
The sound of their cries brought Emperor Yongping back to his senses.
Slowly, he laid his son back onto the bed and turned his gaze to Concubine Meng, who lay on the ground.
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Anyhow_Mittipao
he died from s*x!? new fear unlocked
waterplease
Haha, the moment i read Concubine Meng telling herself to work harder to gain the crown prince’s favor in the previous chapters, i knew this would happen. Such an obvious death flag😂😂
Capc
ohh so thats how WL got to be the PC. that’s the best move after all, first and second born are not capable at all