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

The hour of Yin has passed, and the sleeping Forbidden City begins to wake up.

Those who were well-informed already knew the situation in the Yanx Palace.

Noble Lady Fucha gave birth to a prince prematurely at night, but unfortunately it was a stillbirth.

In the Yanxi Palace, except for Concubine Hua who was still ill and not suitable for travel, people from all the palaces came.

The bed was covered in bright red, and An Lingrong was so shocked that she could hardly open her eyes.

Zhou Bing, the risk-reducing prescription recorded in the medical book, also guaranteed that the mother could indeed survive, so why did she still have hemorrhage?

An Lingrong looked at Nanny Chen with a sharp gaze. Nanny Chen seemed to know what she was thinking and fell to her knees with a thud:

"Madam Wenpin, the method I used is what midwives would use when they encounter a woman with a difficult labor. One is to pull with hands, and the other is to pull with forceps. I dare not do anything."

An Lingrong felt like she was being fried in oil. She regretted that she was not careful enough and hated her own incompetence even more. Until now, she didn't even know where she went wrong.

If anything bad happened to Concubine Fucha because of this, she would never be at peace for the rest of her life.

"Get up first and save your words for the Emperor!" An Lingrong glanced at Fu Cha, whose face was becoming increasingly paler, and walked weakly toward the outer room.

"Princess Wen, what is the current condition of Noble Lady Fucha?" The Queen watched An Lingrong walk out in a daze. She seemed to care about Fucha, but her words were actually oppressive. She felt really happy tonight. Fucha had a miscarriage, and with just one more push she could convict An Lingrong. The harem still had to be under her control to be at peace.

An Lingrong looked at the vicious thoughts behind the queen's compassionate mask and wanted to step forward and ruthlessly remove her disguise. However, she had already been plotted against. Venting her emotions in vain would only make the queen more proud. She had to endure it until the day she found solid evidence, and then she could take down the queen in one fell swoop. Therefore, she put away her thoughts and spoke in grief:

"My uterine bleeding has not stopped. I've tried medicine and acupuncture, but there's no effect yet."

This made the concubines who had just arrived from the outer room look horrified. It seemed that Noble Lady Fucha would never be well again. Everyone had different thoughts at the moment. Among them, Concubine Qi had the most obvious thoughts. She asked directly:

"Sister Fucha was fine in the Queen's Palace a few days ago. Why did she suffer such a hardship after returning to Yanxi Palace?"

"Sister Qi Fei, are you saying that someone did something?" Concubine Xin continued to speak quickly, but it was obvious that someone had to pay a price for such frank words.

Before Concubine Qi could answer, Concubine Li next to her picked up a handkerchief and gently covered her mouth: "Poor Concubine Fucha, and the little prince who hasn't even had time to open his eyes. There are such dirty-hearted people in the palace. They are worse than pigs and dogs."

Concubine Duan and Concubine Jing said nothing. Chun Er was the most outspoken among Zhen Huan's group. She asked Concubine Li:

"Sister Lipin, you said that, but do you know who harmed Noble Lady Fucha?"

As soon as the words fell, the emperor looked at Lipin with a frosty face. No matter how stupid Lipin was, she was frightened and sweated all over. She hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, I didn't mean it that way. It was just that Concubine Qi mentioned it and I let it slip."

The emperor glanced at her impatiently and said, "Yixin is suffering, and you are willing to gossip about her. Please stop it."

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, Concubine Qi asked this question because she is worried about Noble Lady Fucha's fall that led to premature birth. I'm sure everyone in the palace has this idea. Why not have a thorough interrogation while all the palaces are here to avoid criticism in the harem?" The Queen took the opportunity to propose again that she should be interrogated in court.

The emperor glanced at the concubines with different expressions. Thinking of the purple-faced child who was suffocated to death in the mother's womb, his anger rose even more. He said in a cold voice:

"check!"

The Queen quickly issued an order: "Bring up Noble Lady Fucha's maid."

Concubine Duan glanced at An Lingrong. She arrived late and did not know the whole story, but she could infer from An Lingrong's expression that she must have given the Emperor some inappropriate advice about tonight's events, which resulted in the situation getting out of control. That was why she looked so remorseful. Concubine Duan began to think about it.

Concubine Cao also secretly glanced at An Lingrong. She had just decided in her heart that An Lingrong could be an ally, but then this happened. The Queen wanted to subdue An Lingrong from the beginning, but now not only can she not use her, but she is becoming more and more powerful. The Queen will definitely not allow such a thing to happen. She will probably have to find a reason to directly depose An Lingrong. Should she help, or just wait and see?

"After midnight, the noble lady got up to go to the bathroom, and I, Sang'er, and I served her together. Unexpectedly, as soon as we entered the bathroom, Sang'er pushed her, and her stomach hit the toilet, and she cried out in pain. I wanted to help her up, but I didn't have enough strength, and she fell to the ground. Later, Concubine Wen heard her cry and came over. From then on, everything else was decided by Concubine Wen. Please understand, Your Majesty, I really didn't do anything to hurt her." Yu'er knelt on the ground and recounted what had happened.

Sonny was curled up on the ground, shivering. The Queen asked her from above:

"Sang'er, why did you want to overthrow Noble Lady Fucha? But who ordered you to harm the dragon fetus?"

"I... don't know. I slipped at that time and no one told me to do it. I didn't mean to do it. Your Majesty, please forgive me." Sang'er answered haltingly.

The emperor glanced at Sang'er with a look as if he were looking at a dead person, and shouted, "Su Peisheng!"

Su Peisheng understood and bowed to the bathroom, then gave Xiao Xiazi a wink.

Xiao Xiazi walked quickly to Sang'er and took off her shoes deftly. She first felt around the shoe surface with her hands, then cut open the sole with a blade and checked it carefully.

Rendong stood behind An Lingrong and was shocked when she saw Xiao Xia Zi's actions. She thought she had searched carefully enough, but she didn't expect that the methods in the palace were even more sophisticated.

After Xiao Xiazi finished the inspection, she did not report first, but waited with her hands down for Su Peisheng to come out.

This was the first time the concubines had seen such a search method. They instantly quieted down and even deliberately slowed down their breathing. The atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense for a moment.

Only the emperor and the empress calmly drank tea to quench their thirst.

After a while, Su Peisheng came out of the bathroom and said, "Your Majesty, there is nothing unusual in the bathroom."

Xiao Xiazi followed closely and said, "Your Majesty, there was nothing done to Sang'er's shoes."

The emperor then gently put down the teacup and asked, "I want to ask you one last question: why did you push down Noble Lady Fucha?"

"Your Majesty, I really didn't mean it. I just felt dizzy, and when I reacted, you had already fallen to the ground." Sang'er still didn't say any useful information.

Dizzy? An Lingrong looked at Sang'er and had a vague guess in her mind.

However, before she could think clearly, the emperor said, "Su Peisheng, take them both to the Ministry of Punishment and torture them severely."

The two were immediately taken away, begging for mercy along the way.

In the inner room, Noble Lady Fucha's hemorrhage had not yet stopped. The Emperor's face was as cold as ice. When everyone didn't know how to comfort her, the Empress spoke again:

"Your Majesty, Noble Lady Fucha is still in danger, and it is inseparable from Concubine Wen's unauthorized use of medicine. In my opinion, it is better to ask her clearly."

The emperor stared at An Lingrong's face.