If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

When they arrived at the Qinzheng Hall, Concubine Cao was already waiting for the emperor inside. After all, spraining her ankle was just a small matter for Lingrong, so at this time she was still in the mood to observe the expressions of everyone in the hall, such as Concubine Cao's fleeting envy and jealousy.

"Your Majesty, your servant greets you," she bowed and greeted the emperor, but the emperor just passed her by without stopping.

"Get up, the imperial physician is here, come and see Concubine Jing." The emperor was in no mood to deal with Concubine Cao. As he spoke, he carried Ling Rong to the couch inside.

The imperial physicians who were waiting nearby hurried forward to examine Ling Rong's foot, and finally agreed on the conclusion, "Noble Lady Jing sprained her foot, but fortunately there was no fracture. She will be fine after applying blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine and resting for a few days."

Ling Rong was good at using incense in her previous life, and she was also a half-imperial physician, so she knew her own situation. She said to the emperor aggrievedly, "Your Majesty, it is my fault that you are worried."

"Okay, I'm glad you're okay. You were frightened too." The emperor was tired after carrying her for so long. He sat on the couch on the other side to rest. Xiao Xiazi immediately brought him a cup of tea. It was a hot summer day, and even though it was not hot in the Old Summer Palace, the emperor felt dry in his mouth after holding Ling Rong for so long.

Not long after they sat down to rest, Xiao Xiazi came in to announce that Zhen Huan was coming. Ling Rong did not say anything but just sat quietly beside the emperor drinking tea.

"May the emperor be healthy and well." Zhen Huan saluted the emperor, and Concubine Cao also stood up from her chair and exchanged a half-salute with Zhen Huan.

"You're here." The emperor asked as Zhen Huan saluted.

"Sister Wan, my foot is injured and I can't salute you. Please forgive me." Ling Rong said with an apologetic smile.

"It's okay, your sister Wan won't mind such a small matter, just sit down and don't hurt your feet." Lingrong had just finished speaking, and before Zhen Huan could respond, she heard the emperor say. Lingrong saw that the perfect smile on Zhen Huan's face had a crack.

"Your Majesty is right. How could I bother with you about your injured foot? Lingrong, how did you hurt your foot?" The emperor said it was okay. What else could Zhen Huan say? She could only say that she didn't mind. If she minded, wouldn't it affect her image in the emperor's heart? She wasn't stupid.

"It's okay. I was not careful when walking, so I caused the emperor to carry me back." Lingrong looked at the emperor more apologetically as she said this, but the emperor did not say anything else.

When Lingrong turned to look at Zhen Huan, she found that Zhen Huan's expression was a little ferocious. Lingrong remembered that Zhen Huan was the only person in the six palaces who had been hugged by the emperor. Zhen Huan was carried back to Sui Yuxuan from the Imperial Garden by the emperor. This also represented the emperor's favor for Zhen Huan. Now with herself added, does Zhen Huan feel that she has shaken the emperor's favor for her?

"Old Seventeen took great pains to find this half pound of Snow-Topped Green Tea. It's really good tea. You should try a cup too." The emperor said to Zhen Huan while sipping the tea brought by Xiao Xia Zi. Zhen Huan was the only one present who could talk to the emperor about such elegant matters.

Seeing that no one offered her a seat, Zhen Huan walked over to the empty seat next to Cao Guiren and sat down, saying, "Your Majesty is in a good mood. I heard that the snow-capped emerald grows on the steep peaks of the bitter cold in the far north. It is extremely difficult to pick. There are only a dozen or so plants in the world. Because it is nourished by snow water all year round, the tea tastes fresh and cool, which is very rare. Your Majesty is really thoughtful."

"Other things are fine, but now that the weather is hot, it takes a lot of effort to send it all the way here, but this kind of thought is rare." As for tea, even if Old Seventeen didn't send it to him, he didn't care, he could send someone to pick it. But what he valued more was Old Seventeen's thoughts for him.