If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, and the emperor invited all the princes and concubines in the palace to enjoy the moon in Changchun Garden. Ling Rong actually sat with Zhen Huan, while Shen Meizhuang and Noble Lady Fucha sat opposite them.

The Qixi Festival banquet was not as chaotic as the last birthday banquet for Princess Wen Yi. She did remember the tapioca starch incident in her previous life, but that was Concubine Hua dealing with Zhen Huan. What did it have to do with her? She was happy to watch the two of them fighting each other.

Ling Rong was bored sitting at the banquet, so she whispered to Aunt Li, "Aunt Li, please go out for a walk with me."

Aunt Li helped Lingrong to get up. Lingrong said to Juqing, "If anyone asks, just say I went out to drink some wine." After giving the instructions, Lingrong walked out of the hall with the help of Aunt Li.

"Aunt Li, you refused to come when I first promoted you to be a noble lady and invited you to come over. Why are you willing to come to me now?" Ling Rong was still a little confused about why Su Peisheng brought them here that day, because she didn't know what happened. She only knew from them that the emperor came after she fell asleep that day. She didn't know whether the emperor heard her talking in her sleep.

"My lady, I was sent here by Eunuch Su." Aunt Li looked at Ling Rong now and she was no longer the same as when she first met her. At that time, Ling Rong was tense, both physically and mentally, like a small animal covered in wounds and ready to attack at any time. In contrast, now she was like a tiger that had learned to hide itself, hiding its sharpest nails in its flesh, making people feel that it was just like a docile cat.

"Oh, Aunt Li, we are old friends after all. As long as you treat me well, I will not treat you unfairly." Ling Rong expressed her kindness to Aunt Li, and the two walked to the stage in front while talking.

"There's a platform over here," Ling Rong looked at it curiously, "Why is it so shabby?"

"This is the Tonghua Terrace. I heard before that the sycamore is the most chaste and loving tree, so the late emperor built this Tonghua Terrace specifically for Concubine Shu." Aunt Li told Lingrong the story of the Tonghua Terrace. Since she is here, she should make the best of it. Since she is already by Lingrong's side, she should support Lingrong to the best of her ability, not to mention that according to what Eunuch Su said, the emperor still values ​​this noble lady Jing very much.

"The late emperor's concubine? But is she the mother of Prince Guo?" Lingrong had heard of this person in her previous life, because when Zhen Huan was in Ganlu Temple, the queen asked people to inquire about Zhen Huan's whereabouts and knew about this person. I still remember that the queen had confirmed that Zhen Huan's child was not the emperor's, but she guessed wrong after all, and the child was not Wen Shichu's.

"My lady, do you also know the late emperor's Shu Fei?" Aunt Li was stunned. Shu Fei had long gone to live in Taoism, and Ling Rong had not seen her since she entered the palace. How could she know about such a person?

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by my aunt. I only know this because of the emperor," Ling Rong explained to Aunt Li with a smile, "When I first met the emperor, he claimed to be Prince Guo, which scared me so much that I ran away. After a while, I asked someone to find out who Prince Guo was. At that time, I happened to know that Prince Guo's mother was Concubine Shu, who had left home to live in a Taoist family."

"My lady, do you want to go up and take a look?" When they reached the Tonghua Terrace, Aunt Li asked Lingrong.

"Well, wait for me over there. I'll go up and take a look." Ling Rong said as she walked towards the Paulownia Terrace. "Why is the Paulownia Terrace so desolate?"

“After the Emperor ascended the throne, the Empress Dowager disliked the Tonghua Terrace for being too extravagant. Plus, few people came, so it gradually became deserted.” Although Aunt Li’s voice was not loud, Lingrong on the stage could still hear it clearly.

Ling Rong wandered around on the platform. The platform was surrounded by lush greenery, and you could see a few wild flowers inside. It was obvious that it had been abandoned for a long time. But think about it, Shu Fei was so favored back then, and everyone else would definitely hate her. Only she was smart enough to hide in the Taoist temple, otherwise she should have gone to renew her relationship with the late emperor.