If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

When Zhen Huan led the Fourth Prince away, she did not see Ling Rong under the tree in the distance, nor Jingpin under the tree opposite. Ling Rong only discovered Jingpin was there when she was about to leave.

"Hello, Concubine Jing." Since they met, Lingrong always had to say hello.

"Oh, Concubine Jing, where have you been?" Jingpin was not surprised to see Lingrong. She was the last person to arrive, and she saw Lingrong and Zhen Huan when she arrived.

"I went to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager, and just came back to pay my respects to the Emperor." Lingrong spoke openly. She was not afraid of what Jingpin said, and Jingpin was not a talkative person anyway.

"Then you go quickly, I'll walk around the lake twice more." Jingpin said as she walked away. Lingrong bowed and then walked towards the Qinzheng Hall.

Su Peisheng, who was standing on the steps, saw Ling Rong coming from afar and ran down the steps quickly, "Good luck to the noble lady Jing!"

"Eunuch Su. I'm back from Changchun Garden and came here to report to the emperor." Lingrong avoided Su Peisheng's greeting. It was Su Peisheng's duty to perform the greeting, but Lingrong's avoidance of courtesy was also a sign of humility.

"The emperor was busy with government affairs, and I don't know if the emperor will see you." Su Peisheng hesitated for a long time before saying, "I will go and pass on a message to you first. If the emperor doesn't want to see you, let me pass on another message for you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Eunuch Su." Anyway, as long as she was safe, Lingrong didn't have to come to see the emperor.

Ling Rong stood there for a moment, and then Su Peisheng came out with a happy face. It seemed that the emperor had summoned her in. "My Lady Jing, the emperor asked you to come in and answer his questions."

"Thank you, eunuch. Go and have some tea. The emperor would be heartbroken if you were too tired." Ling Rong couldn't help but say when she saw Su Peisheng's mouth was dry due to the heat.

"Thank you for your concern, my lord. Please go in soon. It's hot outside." Su Peisheng felt as happy as if he had eaten candy when he heard other people's considerate words. Although he was a servant, servants were also human beings.

Lingrong nodded and walked in. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a large desk. The emperor was reviewing memorials on the desk. There were several tall piles of memorials on the desk, and the emperor looked very inconspicuous among the memorials.

"No need to bow, come here." The emperor heard her footsteps and told her to come closer without looking up. Ling Rong was stunned for a moment, then walked forward to the side of the table.

"This pile of memorials are all greetings. Please sort them out for me according to the names of the people. Put the ones from the same person in the order of time." When the emperor saw her coming, he took a pile of memorials from his left hand and gave them to Lingrong, and then asked Lingrong to sort them out according to the names on the cover.

Lingrong took the memorial, which was written in Manchu, Mongolian and Chinese. Although she only knew a few Chinese characters and did not know Manchu or Mongolian, she could still understand some words that looked the same. After separating them, she pushed them to the emperor's hand. The emperor took it directly, read a few articles, and asked the eunuch to find a seal and hand it to Lingrong.

He took the seal and printed three words "I have read" on the white paper. "Put this seal on all the memorials for me." The emperor was already annoyed by the endless memorials on the table. He didn't even have time to read the important things, let alone these trivial memorials.

"Your Majesty, what about the memorials written in Manchu and Mongolian? Do you use this as well?" Lingrong was shocked. It could be done this way. Was it that the eunuchs around the emperor were doing this job when she was not around?

"It doesn't matter. Is there anyone who dares to question whether my imperial edicts are written in Manchu and Mongolian?" the emperor said proudly. Lingrong thought about it and thought, who would ask the emperor?