The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

In the Forbidden City after the rain, the moist air is still a little hot.

It was already past noon, the sky was gray, and there was no sign of sunlight.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Zhen Huan went over in her mind the questions she imagined the Emperor would ask and how she would respond, one by one, and then headed to the Yangxin Palace with trepidation.

Because there was no sunlight outside the hall, the candlelight in the eastern warm room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was brighter than usual.

There was no one serving in the entire palace. The emperor leaned lazily on the couch and stared at Zhen Huan walking towards him.

After just a few days, when Zhen Huan saw the emperor again, she felt as if she was in another world. This man could make her family fall from the clouds to the mud with just a wave of his hand, so she no longer dared to feel lucky.

She bowed respectfully to the emperor:

"Your humble servant Zhen Huan wishes His Majesty good health."

The candlelight was bright, making Zhen Huan look even more haggard and uneasy. The emperor's eyes slowly moved down from her fair forehead. When he saw the faint scar on her chin, his eyes flashed and he spoke in a deep voice:

"Get up, why are you so anxious to see me?"

He spoke calmly, but Zhen Huan did not dare to act rashly at this moment. She kept the posture of greeting and her voice was full of concern:

"Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder how you are doing recently?"

The emperor sneered in a barely perceptible way, and his eyes were filled with scrutiny, but his voice remained calm:

"As you can see, I am fine. If you want to say hello, you can go back."

Zhen Huan's expression froze. After hearing what the emperor said, he had not read her letter. However, now was not the time to think too much. She had to seize the opportunity to plead for her father. She tried to adjust her mood, then raised her head slightly with a pleading look on her face:

"I have another reason to come here. My father is a very cautious person and has always been loyal to the emperor. He would never do anything disrespectful to the emperor. This time he was imprisoned, there must be some misunderstanding. I hope the emperor will forgive my father for his mistake."

She did not dare to use the word "injustice", and cleverly characterized Zhen Yuandao's collection of Qian Mingshi's poems and his refusal to give in and writing poems to scold Qian Mingshi as inappropriate words, not intentional disrespect. She also did not mention E Min's impeachment of his personal morality.

After waiting for a few days and letting her reflect on her mistakes, she still tried to make excuses. The emperor's eyes became more critical, and he said softly:

"What Concubine Wan said means that I was indiscriminate and wrongly accused your father?"

Zhen Huan quickly lowered her head and leaned forward to speak:

"Your Majesty is a wise and enlightened ruler. I dare not make such an assumption. It is precisely because of your wisdom that I do not want your reputation to be damaged because of this matter. Poetry has different opinions. It would be too hasty to convict my father of a crime based on this. I hope your Majesty will show mercy and give my father a chance to defend himself."

She was sincere and even humble, but the emperor seemed to be watching a joke. He stared at Zhen Huan's plain headdress and elegant dress, sneering in his heart. She was used to using her advantages. At this time, she was still pretending to be weak. Did she think that she could deceive him with her eloquence? Thinking of this, the emperor spoke again:

"Hanhuan, you get up first!"

Zhen Huan's legs were indeed numb from squatting with her big belly, so she thanked him and stood up. The emperor was still concerned about her health and whether this plea was still certain. When Zhen Huan was thinking about it, she suddenly heard the emperor suddenly ask:

"Hanhuan, when did you fall in love with me?"

Zhen Huan was still thinking about what to say next, but she never expected it to be such an abrupt sentence. She was a little confused for a moment, not understanding what this matter had to do with pleading for her father?

She looked at the emperor in confusion and was about to answer, but unexpectedly the emperor snorted coldly:

"Was it when we met in the Imperial Garden? Was it when we had a common wedding? Or was it when I had my birthday in the Old Summer Palace? Can you remember?"

Zhen Huan's palms were sweating. She had a hunch that if she didn't answer this question well, her day would be in trouble.

"Why, you have no impression of it?" the emperor pressed.

"When the emperor and I met in the imperial garden, we talked about the past and present with the help of the flute. I was impressed by your talent and learning. Later, when I was wronged, it was you who stepped forward and saved me. I have always had feelings for you since then."

The Emperor pressed on with his questions step by step. In a hurry, Zhen Huan had no time to think about what was wrong with her questions and was busy answering them.

Hearing her answer, the emperor laughed in anger: "But I remember that when I first met you, I used the name of Seventeenth Brother. Who did you conquer at that time, me or Seventeenth Brother?"

Zhen Huan was accidentally led by the emperor, so she had to try her best to make amends: "But it was you, Your Majesty, who was standing in front of me at that time, not the Seventeenth Master whom I had never met. I was impressed by your temperament and talent, so what's wrong with that?"

The emperor's face became even gloomier. He stopped dwelling on this question and instead threw out a sentence that frightened Zhen Huan:

"You have always been eloquent. I want to ask you, did you do anything before the Imperial Concubine passed away?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhen Huan's pupils dilated. The emperor was suspicious of her and wanted to settle the score later. No, there was no evidence, so she couldn't panic. Zhen Huan said in panic:

"Your Majesty, why do you say that? Although there is a disagreement between me and the Imperial Concubine, I would never dare to plot against her behind her back. Please understand, Your Majesty."

The emperor suddenly jumped off the couch, his face as cold as ice:

"You had a miscarriage that year, and because I refused to severely punish Shilan, you were angry with me for more than half a year. You treated me like this, so I will never let Shilan, who punished you to kneel, go easy on me, right?"

Zhen Huan was frightened by the emperor's actions and took a few steps back. She subconsciously wanted to see if there was anyone around who could divert the emperor's attention.

It’s a pity that there are only her and the emperor in the palace.

She was so anxious that her face turned pale. "No, I had a miscarriage at that time and was very upset, but I would never hate the Imperial Noble Concubine. The Emperor also punished the Imperial Noble Concubine for this matter. How could I ignore the Emperor's will and feel resentful?"

Her argument seemed more like a guilty conscience, and the emperor took another step closer to her and asked from a high position:

"Let me ask you again, why did you not listen to my advice and insist on going to Yikun Palace to rescue a maid?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhen Huan could hear the sound of her own heart beating violently, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Did the Emperor realize something?

Her reaction made the emperor even more heartbroken. It turned out that she had known it all along and had been deceiving him all along.

"Let me ask you one last question. What is your relationship with Huanbi?"

This last sentence completely crushed Zhen Huan. The emperor finally discovered that her family had been harboring hopes of getting away with something.

Zhen Huan was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground. No! Now she had to find a way to calm the emperor down, otherwise it would be a disaster for her family.