If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

"Your Majesty, please eat something and don't be too sad. The Emperor will definitely be worried if he knew that you were wrongly accused." Juqing comforted the depressed Lingrong.

In fact, Lingrong was a little sad at the beginning, but after all, she was reborn, and she quickly let go of some things, so she was not that sad.

As for the fact that she was wrongly accused, she believed that the emperor must know about it, and it was possible that the emperor was the culprit. She didn't know what the emperor wanted to do with this matter, but it would be too uncooperative if she didn't react at all.

"I'm fine. Where are Nanny Li and Eunuch Zhang?" They are the emperor's eyes and ears. If you want to know any news, just ask them.

"Mammy and Eunuch Zhang are drinking tea in the tea room. The Madam is sad here, but they still have the mind to drink tea. They are so heartless. It's a waste that the Madam is so good to them." Ju Qing was confused and felt very unhappy to see them leisurely. She had the attitude of "the master should be humiliated and the servant should die".

"That's why you're stupid. Nanny Li and Eunuch Zhang were given by the Emperor. If there's anything wrong, they'll be the first to know." Ling Rong said with a smile, "Okay, I won't eat. The Emperor is acting, so I have to sing along."

Ju Qing went down in confusion. Ling Rong was still leaning on the table, looking at the cold moon. She felt cooler, or should I say, colder.

In her previous life, she struggled to make a living at the hands of the empress. The empress did not allow them to get pregnant, so she could only live on the emperor's favor. She thought that only concubines with sons could be considered to have gained a firm foothold. But now it seems that having a son does not necessarily mean one can gain a firm foothold. She has a son and is favored, so if the emperor wants to, wouldn't she be punished?

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This was once one of the most lively residences in the palace. Every morning, before the first ray of sunlight had completely spread, the palace maids would come and go, their brooms rustling across the ground; the Seventh Prince would bring his nurse and palace maids, laughing and talking, running around the courtyard, or playing with fish by the pond, their clear laughter could be heard from far away. Mei Jie would also bring the Sixth Prince to play with the Seventh Prince, and Concubine Xin would often come, and they would sit under the ginkgo tree and chat to relieve boredom.

But now, a house arrest order fell like a frost, casting a dead silence over the Yongshou Palace. The sun still rose, but it illuminated a deserted place. There were no busy palace servants, and a thin layer of dust fell on the steps; the ginkgo tree stood alone, its branches and leaves swaying in the wind, but there were no people chatting under the tree. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, blowing off a few dead leaves, and the "rustling" sound was particularly harsh in the empty courtyard, highlighting the silence and loneliness.

Ling Rong was also "sick" and unable to get out of bed because she couldn't eat. Except when the Seventh Prince was playing with her, her cheeks were rosy, but at other times her face was pale and frighteningly white.

Finally, one night, Lingrong slept uneasily. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone sitting in front of the bed. "Who!" she asked in a weak and frightened voice.

"It's me, Rong'er, don't be afraid, I'm here to see you." The emperor's voice was very gentle, and trembling a little. Perhaps only he himself understood the reason for this trembling.

"Your Majesty, it's not me." When Lingrong heard the emperor's words, her nose felt sore and she couldn't help crying. She didn't expect that her first words after seeing the emperor would be explanation instead of blame. Even though she understood it in her heart, even though she knew it was the emperor's conspiracy, her first words were explanation.

"I know, I know it's not you. Don't be sad, I just..." The emperor stopped talking urgently. There are some things he cannot tell her.

Ling Rong responded silently, but just kept crying, as if all the grievances she had suffered turned into tears.