If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

Lingrong was not surprised when she saw Concubine Hua's surprised look. After all, the Huanyi incense was given by the emperor. She loved the emperor so much, so how could she have thought that there would be musk in the incense given to her by the emperor?

Ling Rong waited for her to digest this information before continuing, "I made this by replacing the Dang Men Zi with some health-promoting fragrances. I'll replace the Huan Yi fragrance later. Maybe you still have a chance to conceive an heir to the throne."

"Oh, I heard that Concubine Xian is here to enjoy the night-blooming cereus. I wonder if I can join in the fun!"

I heard her voice before I saw her, and it sounded like Concubine Duan was coming.

When Concubine Hua heard the voice, she immediately put the porcelain bottle into her sleeve. She didn't know whether she still wanted to have the emperor's child, but she still wanted to have a child of her own.

Concubine Duan came over with Princess Wen Yi. Ling Rong immediately stood up and greeted them, "Sister Duan, why are you here?"

"You are admiring the night-blooming cereus outside my Yanqing Palace, how can I not come?"

"Oh, I didn't notice that this place is so close to your Yanqing Palace. It's my fault for not inviting you!" The two of them sat down together politely.

Concubine Duan was a little surprised to see Concubine Hua sitting here, but although she was surprised, she did not bow to Concubine Hua. Lingrong knew about the grudge between the two of them, and she felt a little uncomfortable seeing the two of them sitting here drinking tea in silence without talking.

When will these two leave? Can I just enjoy the flowers in peace? Who the hell did I offend by enjoying the flowers? Ling Rong looked calm, but she kept complaining in her heart.

But what she didn't expect was that the emperor also came.

Hearing the emperor's arrival, the three of them hurriedly stood up and saluted. "May the emperor be blessed with good health!"

The emperor held Concubine Hua with one hand and pulled up Ling Rong with the other hand and said, "I heard that you set up a table in the Imperial Garden to enjoy the night-blooming cereus, so I came to take a look!"

"Your Majesty, you are so busy with all kinds of affairs, yet you still like to join in this kind of fun!" Lingrong complained. Her words stunned both Concubine Hua and Concubine Duan. It was equivalent to chasing the emperor away.

"Why, are you unhappy that I'm here?" the emperor said with a deliberately stern face.

His words did not scare Ling Rong, but made Concubine Hua and Concubine Duan a little at a loss.

"Your Majesty!" Lingrong heard that the emperor was not angry, so she called out coquettishly.

The emperor glanced at her sideways and didn't continue to worry about it. He asked, "How are the flowers? Have they bloomed?"

"Not yet, but since the Emperor is here, it will probably be open soon!"

The news that the emperor had come to the Imperial Garden spread quickly throughout the six palaces. Although the night-blooming cereus had not yet bloomed, the powder rouges in the six palaces had already bloomed in batches.

Soon, the place where Lingrong was admiring the flowers was filled with concubines. Of course, their target was not the Epiphyllum, but the emperor.

A group of beautiful girls were chattering and saying all kinds of flattering words in an attempt to please the emperor. At the very least, they tried to please Concubine Hua or Concubine Duan, striving to gain favor or power.

This made Lingrong very uncomfortable. She wanted to drive everyone away, and the first thing she wanted to do was to drive the emperor away. Then, a large number of these beautiful women would definitely follow.

“The flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming, the night-blooming cereus is about to bloom!!”

Just when Lingrong was complaining in her heart, she heard someone suddenly shout.

Ling Rong quickly raised her head to look at the Epiphyllum, and sure enough, the snow-white petals slowly spread out, layer upon layer, and were extremely beautiful. Everyone held their breath and quietly admired this rare beauty.

In just a few breaths, after blooming, the Epiphyllum gradually folds its petals. The originally tender and plump petals now slowly curl up towards the center of the flower, like a group of dancers gracefully exiting the stage at the curtain call. Each petal gently overlaps to form a tightly closed bud, as if guarding the beauty of that moment. As the petals fold, the fragrance of the Epiphyllum gradually fades, leaving only a faint fragrance, like a lingering sound. Its stems also bend slightly as the petals gather, as if to put an end to this gorgeous performance. Finally, the Epiphyllum completely folds up, like a sleeping fairy, quietly waiting for the next moment to bloom.