Biography
Imperial Noble Consort Qinggong was a Han Chinese by birth and her family name was Lu (陸). Her father was Lu Shilong (陸士隆). Born during the reign of the Yongzheng Emperor, Lady Lu entered the Forbidden City during the early reign of the Qianlong Emperor and in 1740 was given the rank of Noble Lady (貴人). In 1751 she was granted the title of Imperial Concubine Qing (慶嬪). She was further promoted to Consort Qing (慶妃) in 1759. In 1765 she joined the Qianlong Emperor and other consorts on his inspection tour to the southern Yangtze delta region. Three years later in 1768 she was elevated to the status of Noble Consort Qing (慶貴妃).
Lady Lu died in 1774 and was interred in the Yuling Mausoleum in the Eastern Qing Tombs. In 1796 the Qianlong Emperor abdicated in favour of his son Yongyan and became a Retired Emperor while Yongyan was enthroned as the Jiaqing Emperor. As the Jiaqing Emperor was raised by Lady Lu in his childhood, he felt grateful to her and in 1799 he posthumously honoured her as Imperial Noble Consort Qinggong (慶恭皇貴妃).
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