The thing Hanfu heard the most was people praising her for her good fortune, because she had gone from being a concubine in the flower room to being the concubine of His Royal Highness Feng Yuchang.
In the eyes of the palace people, Hanfu was the only one favored by the prince.
Little did he know, that was just to cover up his ruthlessness and calculation.
Hanfu tried hard to please Feng Yuchang, day after day, cautiously, but in the end all he got was the news that he was going to marry the crown princess.
That day, Han Fu knelt outside Feng Yuchang's palace and begged him to keep the child in his belly.
All he got was a cold words from Feng Yuchang, "It's gone."
Xu Hanfu was blessed and the child stayed.
When Feng Yuchang and the Crown Princess were standing on the high platform and being congratulated by all the ministers, Han Fu gave birth to a son.
But she didn't even see the child before she was taken away.
In the next few days, she never heard another child cry.
Everyone in the East Palace said that the beautiful concubine in the side palace was probably crazy.
Feng Yuchang learned about it and went to see Han Fu.
When she begged to return the child to her, Feng Yuchang just shook off Hanfu's hand and let the rain hit her body, "Recognize your identity."
But Feng Yuchang didn't expect that this would be the last time the two of them would see each other.
When the water came out of the side hall, the continuous rain for many days finally stopped. The fire spread and burned for three days.
What was carried out from the temple was a burnt corpse.
Feng Yuchang clasped the jade ring in his hand and said coldly: "Let's bury him."
That night, the camellias planted in the palace suddenly bloomed.
Feng Yuchang stepped on the broken leaves on the ground and broke off a branch with his own hands. Looking at the child behind him who looked similar to Han Fu, he could no longer look calm.
Many years later, Feng Yuchang visited the south for the emperor. In the water town of Yangzhou, he heard a familiar voice.
He raised his umbrella and saw a woman who looked exactly like Hanfu through the drizzle.
But she was holding someone else's hand softly, falling into someone else's arms, with a charming look in her eyes, and calling someone else "husband" softly.
In the past, that person would secretly call him this way.
Concept: Friendship is the most precious word
