An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

After leaving Jingren Palace, the concubines dispersed in twos and threes. Surprisingly, Noble Fucha and Xia Dongchun lingered until the end, probably because the Queen wanted to keep them to chat.

Ling Rong couldn't wait, so she went out first, thinking of going to the Imperial Garden to see the beautiful scenery of falling snow, but after taking a few steps, she ran into Zhen Huan, Shen Meizhuang and their group.

"Huanbi, your words and actions today offended Sister Mei. Apologize to Sister Mei, Huanbi!"

After hearing Zhen Huan's scolding, Huanbi made a bitter face and bowed reluctantly to apologize to Shen Meizhuang.

But Shen Meizhuang never shouted. She didn't even look at Zhen Huan who was standing beside her. She just stared at Huanbi's indignant face and looked down at her.

"In terms of affection, you are Huan'er's personal maid, but not mine; in terms of status, you are just a palace maid, and I am a noble appointed by the emperor himself. Who gave you the confidence to dare to talk about the young lady in the queen's palace and make fun of the dragon heir!"

Huanbi glanced at Zhen Huan in panic. She thought that since Concubine Shen didn't lecture her in Jingren Palace, she didn't think much of it. However, she didn't expect that Concubine Shen was actually planning to embarrass her in this crowded imperial garden.

"Sister Mei, Huanbi just said something wrong, I will punish her, please don't be angry."

"Huan'er, we have been friends for many years, and I don't want a maid's instigation to make us alienated. She is your personal maid, so I can't say much, and I won't punish her. At most I will scold her a few times," Shen Meizhuang held Zhen Huan's hand, with a look of regret on her face, "You are only two months pregnant with the heir, and your maid is so arrogant. I don't know how many people in the palace will be offended!"

"Sister Mei, I know you care about Huan'er the most. I will strictly discipline Huanbi. I won't let her accompany you these days." Zhen Huan's face was inevitably a little angry, but she finally just scolded Huanbi, "If you say something wrong again, I will immediately ask the Queen to send you back home."

"Yes, my lady, Huanbi knows her crime."

Lingrong hid aside and watched the whole show of sisterly love. Only after the people left did she feel at ease to wander around the imperial garden.

However, at the end, I couldn't help but sigh that Zhen Huan was too good to her maid.

In her previous life, Zhen Huan could give the Floating Light Brocade that Lingrong gave her to Huanbi, and in this life, she could allow Huanbi to mock Shen Meiyu for being childless, and she was only giving her a verbal reprimand. It turns out that not only An Lingrong was not worthy, but even Shen Meiyu was not worthy.

Could it be that Huanbi is Zhen Huan's biological sister, worthy of her protection?

Lingrong thought about the similarities between Huanbi and Zhen Huan's faces, and the fact that she recognized Huanbi as her sister, allowing Huanbi to marry into Prince Guo's mansion as the second daughter of the Niuhulu family.

In her previous life, when Huanbi got married and a series of events happened, she was struggling to carry a child that she couldn't give birth to. She had no time to delve into the secrets behind these things.

But now thinking about it carefully, Zhen Huan's kindness to Huanbi has long exceeded the scope of treating a maid, and there must be some unclear relationship between them.

It seems that we need to find a way to investigate this matter. As for the candidate... why not try Xia Dongchun?

When Ling Rong thought of this name, her heart skipped a beat. Xia Dongchun was extremely well-informed. She might have already figured out all the complicated relationships in the palace.

But Ling Rong immediately denied her idea. Xia Dongchun might be able to find out a little about some things in the palace because her family had been bondservants for generations, but there was probably no way for her to find out about things in the minister's harem.

But no matter what, Xia Dongchun is already the most astute card in Ling Rong's hand.

Perhaps Noble Lady Fucha would be interested in this news. She would not let go of such a good opportunity to attack Zhen Huan.

Thinking of this, Lingrong finally felt that something worth being happy about had happened.

He happily broke off a branch that was frozen with white ice crystals and held it in his hand. The coldness could not dispel his joy.

"You must have seen something interesting that made you so happy."

The emperor suddenly spoke at the side, and Lingrong was startled. Her body tilted and bumped into a tree, knocking down a lot of snow.

The white snow fell heavily and seeped into the gap of her collar. She was so cold that she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover herself.

Fortunately, the emperor reached out and rescued her, preventing Ling Rong from being turned into a silly snowman by the falling snowflakes.

Although she was pulled out by the emperor, there were many snowflakes on her head and shoulders. She had no mind to clean them up and wanted to salute immediately.

But his arm was grabbed by the emperor, and he stood there at a loss for a moment.

"You girl, you are always flustered every time I see you." The emperor was not annoyed. He raised his hand to help Lingrong brush away the snow that had not yet melted in her hair.

"It was because the Emperor appeared too suddenly that I was frightened." Ling Rong bit her lower lip and raised her eyes with a pitiful look.

"You are a joker," the emperor laughed loudly, but his next words frightened Lingrong so much that she broke out in a cold sweat, "Why aren't you wearing the hairpin I gave you? Don't you like it?"

"I... can't bear to wear it. It is the only hairpin the emperor gave me. I can't damage it."

"It's just a hairpin. If it breaks, I'll give you a new one."

"To me, this is the emperor's love for me. I will keep this kindness well." Ling Rong whispered, and the red on her face from the cold wind seemed to turn red with shame. "The hairpin is on the pillow."

Hearing Ling Rong's straightforward words, the emperor couldn't help but soften his attitude. He took Ling Rong's cold hand and clenched it into his palm, "Do you still remember what you asked Su Peisheng to bring to me that day?"

"I remember, but Your Majesty doesn't."

"The years are bright and beautiful, and the hairpins are suitable for gentlemen." The emperor recited this poem as if to prove it, "This sentence has a good meaning, but do you remember what the name of this poem is."

Lingrong remembered the name and her body suddenly stiffened. She turned her head to look at the emperor in a daze, and could not utter the words of "Yu Ji Yuan".

If she compared herself to Yu Ji, wouldn't it mean that the emperor was Xiang Yu, who committed suicide at the Wujiang River before achieving his hegemony?

The king is in low spirits today, and my humble concubine's appearance has changed.

The spirit to move mountains is gone, how can we cross the river now?

How could the emperor not know about this historical event? He showed special mercy by not charging Lingrong with a crime of rebellion.

Tears welled up in Lingrong's eyes unconsciously. She shook her head and wanted to kneel down in a hurry.

"Forget it. I know you don't have that intention." The emperor raised his hand to wipe away the tears that overflowed from Ling Rong's eyes. After hearing that poem, he immediately asked Xia Qian to thoroughly investigate the An family. This small county magistrate did not have the courage and ability to rebel.

He couldn't bear to punish this little girl who wanted to imitate Guiren Wan to please him. Although she was just imitating someone ugly, her sincerity was rare, and she was also refreshing and gentle.

"It's a good thing to like reading some poetry and books, don't cry."

Ling Rong was obviously frightened. She almost sent herself and her entire family to the guillotine because of a poem. Even though the emperor softened his voice and attitude at this time, she couldn't stop crying.

"Your Majesty...I...I know I was wrong." Ling Rong hated herself very much for not doing well. She felt that she was not as cautious as she was in her last life after being reborn. She really lived in vain.

"Since you blame yourself so much, I will punish you by making you copy a hundred poems. I will test you in the future, okay?"

Ling Rong nodded immediately and wiped her tears. After the heat generated by fear faded away, only the clothes soaked with cold sweat were left sticking to her body, and she felt very cold when the wind blew.

Frost began to condense on her hair and eyelashes. She trembled and pulled the emperor back. "Your Majesty, the weather is so cold, why don't you go to the Yanxi Palace and have a cup of hot tea?"

"Su Peisheng, go to Yanxi Palace."