If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

After being slapped in the face, Concubine Wan turned around and walked out of the Yikun Palace. She is now Niu Hulu Zhen Huan, so how could she be afraid of Nian Shilan? She kept cursing in her heart, just wait, I will always trample you under my feet.

Concubine Hua glanced at Zhen Huan who was walking out without paying any attention to her, and secretly made a decision in her heart that she would deal with her sooner or later.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Wan actually committed treason and did not take the Imperial Concubine seriously. The Dragon Fetus really made her proud, but she even ignored the palace rules." Concubine Yun looked at Concubine Wan who was walking away in a graceful manner, with envy in her eyes. The envy was fleeting and replaced by jealousy.

"Noble Lady Wan was just being unbridled for a moment, she wasn't really disrespectful to Her Majesty," Noble Lady Cao, who was preparing to choose between Zhen Huan and Ling Rong, couldn't help but want to explain to her.

"She's been so unruly just after she got pregnant. If she gives birth to a prince, she'll be so happy!" Concubine Yun was unhappy when she heard Concubine Cao's words. Wasn't Concubine Cao in the same camp as her? Why was she still embellishing Zhen Huan?

"That may not be the case. Just look at Concubine Qi and you will know."

Speaking of Concubine Qi, Yun Guiren remembered that the Third Prince was stupid, which caused Concubine Qi to lose face in front of the Emperor and made her do stupid things in order to covet the throne.

"But Lady Wan is young and beautiful, and the Emperor..."

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..." Concubine Hua suddenly coughed and interrupted Concubine Yun's words, "Slap her face!"

When Concubine Yun was interrupted, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. It would be fine if they said it in private, but she couldn't escape it in public. She stood up to apologize and raised her hands to slap herself hard in the face, leaving red slap marks on both sides.

"That's enough. I'm tired too."

This sentence was a signal, an order to leave. Everyone stood up and bowed to leave.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Ling Rong stood aside grinding ink for the emperor. The emperor had been very busy with government affairs in recent days. The scholars in Henan had stopped taking the exam due to the emperor's decree, which greatly damaged the credibility of the court and caused social unrest and unrest. This made the emperor very difficult, so he had to clear out the memorials on hand as soon as possible and go to Henan.

After grinding the ink, Ling Rong sat on a chair beside her and started embroidering clothes. This was the pajamas she had made for the Seventh Prince herself. It was not made of any expensive fabric, but fine cotton, which was sweat-absorbent and comfortable.

Over there, Su Peisheng brought a plate of osmanthus cake and placed it next to Lingrong. Lingrong also understood that Su Peisheng was asking Lingrong to remind the emperor that it was time to take a rest.

Ling Rong looked at the time and it was indeed time to rest. The emperor had been reading memorials for more than an hour.

"Your Majesty, please have some cakes. This is osmanthus cake made with the latest osmanthus flowers this year. It smells very fragrant." Ling Rong took the osmanthus cake from Su Peisheng and placed it on the coffee table next to her.

Hearing Ling Rong's voice, the emperor took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together to warm them, and rubbed his eyes. His eyes felt sore after reading memorials for a long time.

After rubbing his eyes, he stood up and walked over. Ling Rong also stood up and handed the tea that Su Peisheng had just brought to the emperor. "Drink some tea to moisten your throat first. The wind has been a bit strong these days. I heard you cough a few times today. I made some honey grapefruit tea a few days ago. I will ask Ju Qing to bring it to you later."

"Well, send some more. I'll drink it on the way to Henan."

"Well, this is easy to pickle, but a little troublesome. I pickled a jar and gave it to you." Ling Rong said with a smile, turned her head to look at the emperor's desk, and asked, "Your Majesty, what kind of flowers are on your desk? I have never seen them before."

"It seems to be called Wuhua. I heard that it was a flower sent from the Western Regions. It is quite fragrant. I heard that the fragrance of the flower has a calming effect." The emperor said while looking at the flower with pastries.