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

However, when Concubine Cao faced An Lingrong face to face, she was still shocked.

Even though An Lingrong always gave people the impression of being peaceful and non-confrontational in the past, her eyes were lively, and one could see her forbearance and ambition in them. No matter what the circumstances, she was always tenacious and positive.

But now An Lingrong was pale and thin, with fatigue and illness revealed in her eyes. Even if she didn't speak, her deep dejection and alienated feeling that kept outsiders away made Concubine Cao feel frightened.

Concubine Cao put away her thoughts and smiled, and bowed and greeted: "I pay my respects to Concubine Wen. I wish you good health and happiness."

An Lingrong leaned on the couch, unperturbed by the arrival of Concubine Cao: "Sister Cao, please get up." Apart from this, there were no more words.

Concubine Cao had no choice but to continue, "I am worried about your majesty's illness. I haven't had the chance to visit you. Is your majesty feeling better?"

After saying this, she asked her maid to present the gift she had brought: "This is a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng. It is a small token of my love for you. I wish you good health soon."

But An Lingrong did not respond, so Rendong could only smile apologetically and accepted Cao Guiren's gift: "Please forgive me, my lady. My queen is exhausted from her illness, and the imperial physician has ordered her to rest and not speak too much."

After the first attempt failed, Concubine Cao decided to try another approach: "Miss Honeysuckle is right. When a person is ill, he will inevitably like quietness. However, I can spend my days in peace in Yonghe Palace now. I wonder if there will be such quiet times in the future?"

An Lingrong finally spoke: "Sister Cao, you don't have to worry about this."

Concubine Cao ignored An Lingrong's indifference and continued, "Your Highness and I have known each other for a long time. I have to say something that may offend you. You were promoted to concubine because of your merits. The Emperor is heartbroken for the loss of your sisters now, but as time goes by, your merits in curing the epidemic and the Emperor's heartache cannot withstand the true favor of others. Your Highness has no family background to rely on, and you have no children to rely on. You are in a high position, so you will become a fish on the chopping board of others."

These words were extremely true, and An Lingrong's expression finally showed a little fluctuation. She said sadly: "Sister Cao, there is no need for the future. I have already been a thorn in the eyes of others, otherwise I would not have ended up like this."

"So your majesty, you have to cheer up! If you keep on being depressed like this, aren't you just fulfilling other people's wishes?" Concubine Cao encouraged her.

An Lingrong was still depressed: "I was useless in the first place, so it's fine this way. I can live my life quietly. I won't fight with them, and I can still keep my life."

Concubine Cao looked at An Lingrong with a look of disappointment, then looked around the bedroom, and seeing that only Ren Dong was there, she carefully took out something wrapped in a silk handkerchief from her sleeve: "Your Highness is ill and it is inevitable that you are in a bad mood. This thing was found by me in the corner of the Yanxi Palace on the night when Concubine Yi died. I think it was lost by the palace servants in a hurry."

After saying this, he carefully opened the handkerchief, revealing a piece of red charcoal.

There was finally some inquiry in An Lingrong's eyes, and she stared at the small piece of charcoal with her eyes wide open.

But Concubine Cao refused to explain her doubts. She was still one step away from her goal today. She continued, "I have been out for a long time. I think Wen Yi is looking for me. Madam, please take a closer look at this piece of charcoal. Madam, you are very careful and will be able to understand the clues."

The wound in her heart was opened again. An Lingrong finally set her eyes on Concubine Cao's face and asked sharply, "What do you want?"

"The medicinal recipes that your majesty gave Wen Yi were very useful. I have no ambitions, and I just hope that Wen Yi can have a good future in this life."

An Lingrong refused without a second thought: "You're asking the wrong person."

Concubine Cao smiled gently, but her tone was firm: "I am always good at judging people. Your Majesty, you have great ambitions, and I just want to take advantage of this opportunity."

An Lingrong stared into Concubine Cao's eyes and said word by word: "Sister Cao, it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others."

Concubine Cao understood this logic, but she was not favored by the emperor, so she had to make more plans for her daughter. In the palace, only Zhen Huan could share the favor with Concubine Hua, but as a member of Concubine Hua's party, she had offended Zhen Huan long ago. It would be better to find An Lingrong, who was scheming and forbearing. Seeing that she had shown the greatest sincerity, but An Lingrong was still unmoved, her eyes finally dimmed:

"I understand, but my ability is limited, so I come to ask for your help, Your Majesty."

An Lingrong saw that she had misunderstood, and slowly said, "Since you are so thoughtful, Sister Cao, you can sing more nursery rhymes when the emperor comes to visit the princess."

Concubine Cao's eyes were shining again. Before An Lingrong fell ill, she often went to the Yangxin Palace to accompany the emperor. She would not say something that she was not sure of. However, she was still worried: "But my voice is rough and I am afraid that the emperor will not like it."

An Lingrong put it bluntly: "It is precisely because of this that the song seems to be full of emotion."

Concubine Cao was overjoyed and immediately told the second secret to express her gratitude: "Thank you, Madam Wenpin, for your reminder. I remember there was another incident that day. The Queen seemed to have taken good care of the stove in the bedroom that day."

An Lingrong was shocked. Yes, that day, Sister Fucha had a difficult delivery and then suffered from hemorrhage. The whole palace was filled with the smell of blood. That night, if they put charcoal with blood-activating substances added into the stove, or if there was something wrong with the stove and the charcoal, the two together would cause Sister Fucha to suffer from hemorrhage again and bleed to death in her sleep.

Her focus on Sonny gave them an opportunity to take advantage of her.

The Queen set up the trap and anticipated all her moves.

When she figured it out, she paid the price with two lives.

Seeing An Lingrong's expression change drastically, Concubine Cao hurriedly advised, "Madam Wenpin, you must take care of yourself. That is why I want to advise you even more. The calculations in this palace are never something you can avoid just because you want to. You have to make plans for this matter early."

An Lingrong had finally recovered from her pain during this period of time, but tonight she was torn to pieces by Concubine Cao, which once again reminded her that it was her arrogance and incompetence that caused Fu Cha's death.

Her heart ached, and Ren Dong hurried forward to calm her down: "My lady, please stop talking. Our queen is in pain."

Seeing An Lingrong panting heavily and seeming to faint, Concubine Cao hurriedly said, "Madam Wenpin, please take care of yourself. If you are really in trouble now, only evil people will be proud of you. I will call the imperial physician for you right away."

Many emotions were surging in An Lingrong's heart. She no longer cared about what Concubine Cao said and just waved her hand weakly to let her leave.

She doesn't want to see anyone now. Since she made a mistake, she should bear the pain.

Rendong glanced at Concubine Cao with dissatisfaction, and Concubine Cao left in embarrassment.

In Yonghe Palace, An Lingrong fell ill again due to excessive stress, and the palace was filled with desolation and sadness.

There was laughter and joy at the family dinner in the Qianqing Palace.

Amid the bustle, Concubine Jing's eyes were dim, today was the big day for her to be crowned as a consort, but the Emperor's gaze was always on Zhen Huan's face, and the praises from the relatives and family members were also directed at Zhen Huan.

The Seventeenth Master Yunli raised his glass again and again, and congratulated the Emperor on the birth of his child.

The Emperor laughed heartily tonight. He insisted on holding this dinner, firstly to appease Zhen Huan for the grievances she had suffered some time ago, and more importantly to warn those who secretly used his offspring to spread rumors that he had a moral flaw. You see, he is the true dragon emperor, the Gods are on his side, and what he lost has been compensated to him.

In the second half of the dinner, the emperor achieved his goal and left with Zhen Huan in full view of everyone.