If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

After dinner, Lingrong was eating some velvet flowers to digest the food. She remembered that the emperor felt a little guilty about Concubine Hua, so she thought of how her father was also imprisoned at this time in her previous life because the military rations he was escorting were robbed. Also, the emperor had mentioned to her that her father was corrupt some time ago. She thought she might as well see if she could use this opportunity to completely solve her father's problem.

"By the way, Your Majesty, remember you mentioned my father's corruption a while ago, how did you deal with my father?" Ling Rong asked tentatively. She pricked up her ears to listen to the emperor's next words, and unconsciously slowed down the movement of accumulating flowers in her hands.

The emperor leaned on the couch and read the book in his hand. He didn't remember how he wanted to deal with An Bihuai at that time. "Why, you only remember to care about your father now?" An Bihuai is still in prison and has not been convicted. He is just locked up in the prison. The war in the northwest has been tense recently. He forgot about An Bihuai for a while.

"It's just that I suddenly remembered it. After all, he is my father." It's not that she suddenly remembered it. Lingrong wanted to ask a few days ago, but there was no suitable time. Although she could also write a letter to ask about the family, she didn't want people to know that she didn't contribute to this matter. After all, the world is like this, and Lingrong can't let people point fingers at her and say she is unfilial.

"He has been locked up for a long time, and I believe he has learned his lesson. Since you asked about those days, let him go." The emperor said lightly. Lingrong served him wholeheartedly, and he could let this matter go for Lingrong's sake.

"Then Your Majesty, can I ask for mercy?" Ling Rong asked while kneeling beside the emperor.

"I just want my father to be a rich man, so you should demote him to a commoner." The emperor didn't say anything, so Lingrong continued. An Bihuai was a greedy person, and just because he didn't get into trouble this time didn't mean he wouldn't get into trouble next time.

The emperor looked into her eyes to make sure she was speaking from the heart and was not trying to back down. "Okay, I'll agree to it." He had been through bloody storms, so there was no need for these little tricks in the harem. He also hated people who were smart.

"Then Your Majesty, please agree to one more request of mine." Looking at the way Lingrong was trying hard to please him, the emperor believed that if she had a tail behind her, she would definitely wag it the most happily first.

"Let me hear it." The emperor was in a good mood seeing her like this.

"Hehe, wait for me to write a letter home to scare my father, and then let him stay at home and live out his years." Lingrong leaned her head on the emperor's arm and said with a smile.

She just wanted to show off her achievements, for example, "The emperor originally wanted to sentence you to death, but your daughter knelt day and night at the gate of the Qinzheng Palace until the emperor couldn't bear it anymore and agreed to spare your life. Your daughter can only beg the emperor to save your life. In the future, you must be obedient and law-abiding, and don't be greedy, otherwise your daughter can't save you even if she sacrifices her own life."

The emperor looked at Lingrong with great satisfaction. In his eyes, Lingrong was a well-behaved girl from a small family. Although she was not good at such elegant things as playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she was law-abiding and diligent. Compared with Zhen Huan, their personalities were very different. Zhen Huan looked bright and generous, and was proficient in all kinds of arts, but he could see Zhen Huan's arrogance. Her arrogance made him dislike her, not to mention when they first met...

The emperor himself was comparing the two in his mind. Facts proved that he could have his cake and eat it too. When he needed something gentle and caring, he could go to Lingrong, and when he needed poetry, books, music and chess, he could go to Zhen Huan.