If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

In the Qinzheng Hall, the emperor was leaning over his desk, reading a memorial that had been sent urgently from eight hundred miles away from the northwest. The memorial contained only good news, but his mood was extremely complicated.

Su Peisheng walked to the emperor's desk quietly and said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Hua has prepared your favorite snacks. Please go and have a taste."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the emperor's expression. Seeing that the emperor had no reaction, he continued, "Your Majesty, you haven't turned over today's plaque yet." Seeing that the emperor was still staring at the memorial, wondering what he was thinking, he continued, "You haven't seen Concubine Jing or Concubine Wan in the past few days, and you haven't gone to Concubine Hua..."

"You go down first." The emperor did not listen to him continue speaking and hurriedly sent him out.

"Yes," Su Peisheng responded and bowed before leaving. He could tell that the emperor's voice was full of fatigue and helplessness.

After Su Peisheng left, the emperor folded the memorial in his hand and threw it aside. He lowered his head and buried his face deeply in his hands. After a short while, which seemed to have been a long time, he suddenly raised his head from his hands as if he had made up his mind, "Su Peisheng."

When Su Peisheng heard the voice, he immediately trotted in from the door, "I'm here." His voice was always so steady.

"I'm a little hungry." The emperor lowered his head and rubbed his hands. Su Peisheng couldn't see his expression clearly, but looking at the emperor rubbing his hands, he could guess that the emperor was hesitant about something.

"Then I'll ask the imperial kitchen to send some snacks." Su Peisheng said tentatively, looking at the emperor's face, and pretended to turn around and leave, but he did not hear the emperor's response. Having served the emperor for many years, he immediately guessed that this was not the answer the emperor wanted. He turned around and faced the emperor, waiting for the emperor's next order.

"Don't we have something ready at Concubine Hua's place?" The emperor never looked up while speaking, as if he was cheering himself up for his decision.

Su Peisheng smiled when he heard the emperor's words and replied, "Yes, I understand. Your Majesty, please."

"By the way, please tell Concubine Jing that I will have lunch with her tomorrow." When the emperor was most irritable and depressed, he could always think of this quiet and indifferent Rong'er. She seemed to have magical powers that could calm his mood at the same time.

Thinking of this, the emperor couldn't help but think that Rong'er had been in the palace for a year, and if she had had children, she should have been promoted.

The next day, in Qingliang Palace.

Hua Fei was wearing her nightgown while changing clothes for the emperor. She was one of the few concubines in the palace who could change clothes for the emperor while standing. "Your Majesty has been working hard these days. I have asked someone to make ginseng soup. You can drink it after your Majesty leaves the court." Hua Fei's gentle and tactful voice was very pleasant to the ears.

After Hua Fei finished sending the buttons, the emperor turned around and sat on the small couch next to him, so that Hua Fei could put on his court beads and crown hat. "You have worked hard to serve me, you can sleep for a while, and I will ask them to send the ginseng soup to the Qinzheng Palace." The emperor could hear that Hua Fei was asking him whether he would come back for breakfast after the court session, and it was obvious that he did not want to come back for breakfast.

"Then, I'll wait for Your Majesty to have lunch." Seeing the emperor's answer, Concubine Hua had to take a step back.

"There are many things to do in the previous dynasty. I will come to accompany you tomorrow." When the emperor saw Hua Fei asking again, he had no choice but to answer that he would come tomorrow to answer all her questions today.

"I thought the Emperor was angry with me because of Princess Wen Yi's matter and would never come again." Hua Fei said coquettishly. She was testing the Emperor's feelings to see if he was still brooding over Princess Wen Yi's matter.

"Silly talk. By the way, your brother wrote a letter of greeting yesterday and asked about your well-being." The emperor replied softly.

"Brother still cares about me like he did when we were children, and I also care about brother. I wonder if brother's old injury has healed?" Hua Fei's words sounded like she was thinking of her brother following the emperor's words, but she didn't know that her words sounded more like seeking credit in the emperor's ears.

"It's natural for brothers and sisters to love each other deeply. I've already told her that you're fine and asked her not to worry. As for his injury, I know you're worried about it, so I've expressed my regards for you and even given you medicine." The emperor smiled very gently, but if someone who knew him well saw it, they would see that the smile was only on his face.