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

Hua Fei's lazy voice came from An Lingrong's head: "I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. You have worked hard, so I have to reward you. Zhou Ninghai, I have a white rex rabbit cloak, so I will give it to An Changzai."

There are regulations for the furs used in the palace. Concubines and above can use sable, mink, and fox fur, while other concubines can use ermine fur, gray squirrel fur, lynx fur, etc. Rabbit fur is the cheapest fur in the palace because it is easy to obtain. Songzhi wears more decent fur than this.

In her previous life, An Lingrong would have felt bad that Concubine Hua looked down on her, but now she looked at the snow-white brocade cloak with thick fur and thanked Concubine Hua generously: "Thank you, Concubine Hua. I was just worried about not having a replacement cloak. Your Majesty sent me this timely help. I am very grateful."

Seeing her happy and naive look, Concubine Hua felt bored and waved her hand to tell An Lingrong to leave quickly.

Back at Ledaotang, no one knew where Baojuan had run off to. An Lingrong asked Rendong to make a cup of strong tea. After the tea had cooled down, she used the tea to wash her eyes. After a while, her eyes were clearly black and white, shining brightly, without any trace of redness, swelling or bloodshot.

"My lady, I don't understand. You can obviously embroider a sutra pillar in seven days. Why do you have to wait until now? And you have to let yourself get frostbite." Honeysuckle looked at her hands covered with purple and red frostbite and felt very distressed.

"It's too easy to embroider it. Concubine Hua will cause trouble again. Since you want to show weakness, you have to do the whole thing." An Lingrong touched her finger joints lightly. It was painful and itchy. She would bear it for a while. It would be lively after spring and her life would be easier then.

"But frostbite recurs every year, and I feel sorry for you, my lady." Honeysuckle is still difficult.

"The plum blossoms in Yime Garden are in full bloom now. Let's pick some wintersweet flowers, soak them in wine, and rub them on the sores every day. They will not reappear next year." An Lingrong thought of the folk remedies in the medical books and wanted to try them herself.

Inside Shoukang Palace, the Queen Mother's hand slid across the Sutra Pillar embroidered with scriptures, and she chatted with Zhuxi with a faint smile in her eyes: "Hua Fei is thoughtful, and the child who embroidered the scriptures is quiet and sensible. Let Hua Fei send the Sutra Pillar to Tanzhe Temple for good worship. We can't let her heart go to waste."

After handing over the sutra pillar, they had to pay their respects. In Jingren Palace, the empress still wore a proper smile and greeted the concubines: "It's freezing cold right now. Sisters, you may have caught a cold when you came here. Have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

Everyone naturally praised the Queen for her compassion. Regardless of whether they drank or not, they would raise their teacups to show their gratitude. An Lingrong also naturally raised her cup.

"Oh, An Chang, why do you have frostbite on your hand? This is the imperial palace, not a poor family. Oh, really." Concubine Qi was the first to notice An Lingrong's red and swollen hand, and she was immediately shocked and sighed three times.

Everyone's eyes first fell on An Lingrong's hand, and then looked at the sour-looking Concubine Hua, all with an expression as if they knew what was going on and were waiting to watch the show.

Concubine Hua sat in the chair calmly, playing with her armor, without saying a word.

As expected, the Queen followed Concubine Qi's words and spoke with concern: "An Chang, you don't take care of yourself. This is a painful thing, and it happens again every year. You should have told me earlier so that I can suffer less."

An Lingrong therefore pretended not to understand the wit in the Queen's words and said bluntly, "I thank the Queen for her love, but I have had chilblains since I was a child. They recur every winter. I am very troubled and cannot find a cure."

The queen was slightly startled, but immediately put on a loving smile: "I have a skin cream here, which is the most effective for treating frostbite. If you apply it, you won't have to suffer this pain."

An Lingrong was pleasantly surprised and said, "Thank you, Queen, for your gift. It is my great fortune to have the medicine you have bestowed upon me today."

Concubine Hua, who had a cold face the whole time, burst into laughter when she heard An Lingrong's response. She stood up and said with a sweet smile: "Empress, this Concubine An is a fool. You are flirting with a blind man."

Led by Concubine Hua, Lipin and Concubine Cao also laughed softly along with Concubine Hua's words.

Concubine Hua bent her waist slightly and said, "Empress, I've seen all the excitement today. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first." After saying that, she left gracefully.

After Concubine Hua’s commotion, the Queen also lost interest and had to let everyone go.

In the evening, the emperor turned over An Lingrong's name card.

The candlelight in the Yangxin Palace was bright. An Lingrong lazily leaned in the emperor's arms. The emperor took her fingers and rubbed them carefully: "Rong'er, Shilan has a little temper, but his nature is not bad. You have suffered, and I will compensate you."

An Lingrong thought of Concubine Hua's fate and felt sad. What was there to worry about with a dying person? She looked up and smiled sweetly: "Empress Hua is helping to manage the six palaces. It is my duty to ask me to do anything. Besides, I don't feel hardship. Empress Hua has rewarded me. If the emperor also rewards me, I will have a rich New Year."

The emperor was amused by her money-grubbing appearance: "This is the best thing about you, you are the most gentle and contented. I like you very much, but I also have a score to settle with you. You spent so much time embroidering scriptures for the Empress Dowager, why did you just give me a sachet?"

An Lingrong stretched out her palm and acted coquettishly towards the emperor: "Your Majesty, my hand is like this, please don't let me embroider, but Lingrong can do something else."

The emperor asked playfully, "Anything else?"

An Lingrong muttered, "My concubine's massage skills are very powerful, but I don't know if the emperor will give me a chance."

The emperor said meaningfully: "Then let Rong'er give it a try. If you do well, I will reward you. If you do not do well, you will be punished."

An Lingrong bravely let the emperor lie down, gently picked up his palm, and pressed on the Shenmen acupoint with her thumb. Her movements seemed gentle, but there was a stream of energy from her hand that penetrated into the emperor's Shenmen acupoint from light to heavy. At first, he felt sore and swollen, then he felt hot, and then he felt sleepy.

The emperor spoke lazily: "Rong'er does have a skill, I wonder when did you develop this skill?"

An Lingrong said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, my mother has been embroidering all year round and it is very hard. I learned this massage technique to relieve my mother's pain. After I entered the palace, I saw that Your Majesty worked hard for the country and the people every day. I felt sorry for Your Majesty and wanted to help him relax a little, so that I can enjoy Your Majesty's protection with peace of mind."

The emperor felt very comfortable with her service and was pleased by her words. After laughing out loud, he asked An Lingrong to concentrate on the massage. Soon, his light snoring was heard.

An hour later, An Lingrong wiped the sweat from her forehead, pinched her sore joints, and fell asleep leaning against the emperor.

The next day, the emperor woke up feeling refreshed. The burden of days of paperwork had disappeared without a trace. He was in a good mood and gave An Lingrong a lot of rewards.

As the saying goes, "too much joy leads to sorrow". An Lingrong fell ill that night.