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

Chapter 115 Master Fucha

"Your Majesty..." Wei Yingluo walked cautiously in front of the Queen, with her head lowered, looking like a child who had done something wrong.

Empress Fucha chuckled. This was the first time she saw Wei Yingluo so fearless and so well-behaved and obedient. She didn't want to make Wei Yingluo worry too much, so she took out the exquisite jade pendant.

Wei Yingluo raised her head in surprise and looked at the jade pendant in Empress Fucha's hand, and her doubts became even greater.

Empress Fucha said gently, "Yingluo, don't worry. Mother has always been gentle and reasonable. She has agreed to your marriage with Fuheng. This jade pendant is a family heirloom left to mother by my grandmother. Mother was worried that you were a little afraid of her, so she asked me to give it to you."

When Wei Yingluo heard the Queen say that Madam Fucha agreed, she stood there like a piece of wood, not moving a muscle.

She grew up in the Wei family, where, except for her sister, no one believed in her, cared about her, or was willing to give her a little warmth.

Just because her mother died during childbirth, she was considered an unlucky person.

During her time at the Wei family, she suffered endless neglect and discrimination, and even her father ignored her.

Now, Mrs. Fucha, who had never lived with her, actually wanted to give her the Fucha family's heirloom jade pendant, which made Wei Yingluo feel extremely moved.

Thinking of this, Wei Yingluo's tears burst out like a dam breaking, sliding down her cheeks.

She couldn't suppress her emotions, it all felt too good to be true, like a dream.

The Fucha family is not just a family to her, but also a kind of hope and redemption.

Because, when she came into contact with everyone in the Fucha family, she felt warmth and care that she had never felt before.

Empress Fucha felt heartbroken when she saw Wei Yingluo crying.

She quickly took out her handkerchief, gently wiped her tears, and gently comforted her:

"Okay, why are you crying? When did our Yingluo become a little crybaby? But, mother also said..."

Wei Yingluo held back her sobs, raised her head and looked at Empress Fucha with wet eyes.

She knew that this happiness was hard-earned and she would cherish it even more.

Empress Fucha looked at Yingluo's well-behaved appearance, frowned slightly, opened her lips and then closed them again, as if she wanted to say something, but felt it was inappropriate, so she didn't say it in the end.

Wei Yingluo looked at Empress Fucha who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and a trace of worry welled up in her heart.

She looked at Empress Fucha with a worried look in her eyes, but she tried to suppress her inner uneasiness, forced a smile, and said softly:

"My queen, just speak your mind, Yingluo can accept it."

Empress Fucha sighed softly, shook her head helplessly, then smiled and said to Wei Yingluo:

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Mother told me that she hopes you can marry into our Fucha Mansion as soon as possible. Yingluo, you are almost sixteen now. Can you marry us when you are eighteen at the latest?"

When Wei Yingluo heard the news, she was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Although she knew that Madam Fucha and Fu Heng were sincere to her, she was reluctant to leave Changchun Palace and everyone here.

However, on second thought, there are still two years left. If everything goes well and nothing unexpected happens, then she may be able to deal with the many concubines in the Forbidden City.

Thinking of this, Wei Yingluo nodded.

She knelt down, performed a standard kneeling ceremony, and said with a firm look in her eyes: "Yingluo, thank you, Her Majesty the Queen. Your kindness, Yingluo will never forget it."

Empress Fucha quickly reached out and helped Wei Yingluo up, smiling from ear to ear, and said gently:

"Okay, no need for such a big gift, then it's settled, from now on, we are a family."

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled Wei Yingluo up, the smile on her face becoming brighter.

As night falls, the lights are on.

Fu Heng and the Queen's father, Fucha Li Rongbao, were sitting in the study, quietly reading the Queen's letter.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were focused and serious.

“Father, now that the Fucha Mansion has gained the trust of the Emperor, this is undoubtedly a blessing for our family.

However, since ancient times, if relatives by marriage were to monopolize power, it would cause a series of problems.

If Fu Heng marries another woman from a high-class family, my daughter is afraid that the Fucha family will be in great danger.

As the saying goes, everything goes up and down, and everything turns to its opposite when it reaches its extreme.

More importantly, Fu Heng has a special affection for Wei Yingluo, and his daughter also likes Yingluo.

Fucha Rongyin is willing to vouch for Wei Yingluo's character in the name of the Queen of the Qing Dynasty.

Although she is a little willful, she is sincere and kind-hearted, dares to love and hate, and helps me manage the affairs of Changchun Palace and even the entire Forbidden City, and everything is done properly.

My daughter firmly believes that Yingluo will become a virtuous daughter-in-law of the Fucha family. I implore you to reconsider. ——Respectfully presented by your daughter Fucha Rongyin.

After reading the letter, Fucha Li Rongbao put it down with a serious expression. He picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and sighed softly. He pondered the words in the letter over and over again, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Then, he stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the night. The moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard like water, reflecting a peaceful scene.

He knew in his heart that the Fucha family was indeed in its heyday, but behind this prosperity lay potential crises.

He couldn't help but think of the historical stories of foreign relatives who had monopolized power, and he was well aware of the possible consequences of excessive power.

Fucha Li Rongbao slowly turned around and sat back down at his desk. He picked up the letter again and read it carefully.

He was thinking about how to deal with the current situation, while also considering Fu Heng's future and the development of the family. He knew that as a father, he had to make wise decisions, safeguarding the interests of the family while also considering the happiness of his children.

After careful consideration, Fucha Li Rongbao finally sighed deeply and seemed to accept the marriage.

His face was livid and his expression looked worried and heavy.

It was only because he realized that although the Wei family was of low status, marrying a virtuous wife might be a good thing for the Fucha family, which was at its peak...

He decided to have a good talk with Fu Heng to understand his thoughts, so he asked the servant to call the young master over.

After a while, Mrs. Fucha came in with ginseng soup. Seeing the father and son talking about this matter, she smiled and advised:

"Master, your son is already this old, but he still hasn't found a wife! The girl from the Wei family is well-educated, well-mannered, and good-looking. Isn't this a good match?"

Fucha Li Rongbao frowned and said, "Oh, I know, but I just think this guy is too impatient."

As he said this, he glared at Fu Heng who was standing aside as punishment.