![]() After a long while, he raised his eyebrows and lazily asked the imperial bodyguard beside him, “Ameng*, who is the boy?” Holding a folding fan in his hand, he flipped it open and snapped it close, flipped, snapped, and flipped again. The young man wore a golden crown and a brocade gown. Outside of Yingxu Palace Hall, from a distance stood a young man from Yushu Lanfang. (I know it’s heartrending but the author used lung) ![]() The extremely fragile woman on the bed have already closed her eyes forever.īeside her, the candle flame undoubtedly tried to hold on, a burst of cold wind rolled in through the paper window hole, in a split second the candle extinguished, the room went dark, only the sound of the boy’s heartbreaking and lung-rending* cry was left. (母妃 mǔ fēi – mother imperial concubine – how in the world do you translate that into English?) “Mother Imperial*, Mother Imperial, please wake up, okay? Don’t abandon Chengde all by himself!” All that was left was a motionless, incessantly coughing, faded woman on the bed, and by her side, a boy mournfully and bitterly cried. ![]()
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