An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

Seeing that his young master had fainted, Zhaoshui didn't even care about the lamp in his hand. He threw it on the ground and it went out when the wind blew it away.

She supported the unconscious An Lingrong and used all her strength to pull her up from the ground. Fortunately, she had done a lot of rough work before and had quite a bit of strength. She let Lingrong lean on her shoulders and moved her onto her back little by little.

It was dark and cold, and the palace servants who had been watching the fun had long since dispersed back to the palace to avoid the cold. He shouted into the water a few times, but no one came to help.

At this time, they were already close to the Zhongcui Palace, but there were no concubines living in Zhongcui Palace, Chengqian Palace and other palaces. Even if Zhaoshui wanted to find someone, he probably would find the old eunuch who was guarding the gate and would not be able to help.

But no matter what, it would be good if we could find someone to go to the Yanx Palace to report the news first.

She finally reached the gate of Zhongcui Palace with Lingrong on her back. She knocked on the door several times before a eunuch stuck his head out.

"Eunuch, I am the maid of An Da Ying in Yanxi Palace. An Da Ying is weak and fainted. Can you help me go to Le Dao Hall in Yanxi Palace to report the news and ask Eunuch Xiao Chizi to pick up the young lady, and then ask the maid Bao Que to go to the Imperial Hospital to invite an imperial physician."

Zhaoshui spoke quickly and urgently, and the eunuch took a long time to react before he nodded and ran out of Zhongcui Palace.

In order to meet her own people as soon as possible, Zhaoshui did not dare to stop. She took a deep breath and began to quicken her pace towards the Yanxi Palace.

Fortunately, the eunuch was a man of practical business. Before she reached Chengqian Palace, she met Xiao Chizi and the eunuch.

The eunuch was out of breath. When he heard Zhaoshui's thanks, he just waved his hand and walked back to Zhongcui Palace alone.

Seeing this, Xiao Chizi didn't think of asking any further questions. He directly took Lingrong from Zhaoshui's back, quickened his pace and ran all the way back to the Yanxi Palace.

When Zhaoshui returned to the Yanx Palace, Lingrong was already lying on the bed, and Xiaochizi was holding a cup and drinking water in big gulps. In the cold winter, his clothes were soaked, his legs were shaking, and he had no idea how fast he was running while carrying someone on his back.

"Sister Zhaoshui, don't worry, Baoque has already gone to the Imperial Hospital."

Zhaoshui nodded, and coughed a few times while holding onto the table. After gathering some strength, she went downstairs, wrung out the handkerchief, and slowly cleaned the scars on the forehead and palms of the unconscious Lingrong on the bed.

Because she fell straight down, the wound on Lingrong's forehead looked particularly horrific. Zhaoshui wiped away the sand and dust around the wound with heartache, while shedding tears uncontrollably.

Soon, the handkerchief was stained with blood and became extremely dirty. Xiao Chizi immediately brought a new one and washed it with shaking legs.

After repeating this several times, he finally cleaned up all the blood stains on her face. Before the imperial physician arrived, Zhao Shui changed Ling Rong's outer clothes, but found that there were also blood stains on her elbows and knees. What was even more terrifying was that there was a bright red area between her legs.

Zhaoshui was stunned for a moment. She had never given birth, so she thought Lingrong had her period, but the timing didn't match at all.

After being stunned for a while, he simply dealt with it and changed into clean pajamas.

At this moment, the imperial physician also arrived. Zhaoshui lowered the gauze curtain on the bed and let the imperial physician take the patient's pulse through the curtain.

The imperial physician who came was none other than He Anming, who was recommended by Noble Lady Fucha. He felt the patient's pulse through a handkerchief, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

He examined her several times before hesitantly speaking, "Ms. An's pulse is weak and her discharge is not stopping... This pulse sounds like a miscarriage."

"Excuse me, Miss Zhaoshui, is Miss An's period coming these days?"

Although it was a girl's matter, Zhaoshui didn't care about being embarrassed at the moment. She shook her head, "It's not these few days. The young lady is weak and her period is indeed a little irregular, but it has never been more than half a month early."

Hearing this, He Anming felt completely confident. Fortunately, he always kept a few medicinal herbs in his medicine box in case of emergency.

He took a portion of medicine and told Baoque in detail how to boil it before letting her leave with peace of mind.

"Miss Zhaoshui, Miss An did have a miscarriage, but the fetus is only one month old, so it is difficult to diagnose it by taking the pulse."

Zhao Shui raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. She held back her tears and spoke with a trembling voice, "Will it affect the future?"

He Anming nodded slightly. It was not easy for her to survive the miscarriage while kneeling in the cold wind. It would be difficult for her to have children in the future.

"But if you take good care of yourself, there is still a chance." He Anming glanced at Ling Rong through the hazy curtain, then carried the medicine box to the main hall, "Miss Zhaoshui, this matter is serious, and we should report it to the master, Noble Fu Cha."

Zhaoshui had been worried the whole night, and when the imperial physician reminded her of this, she finally remembered this matter. She thanked him and went out. Looking at the main hall where the lights had been turned off, she gritted her teeth and knocked on the door.

After knocking several times in a row, Sang'er opened the door with her clothes on. She resisted the urge to sleep and listened to Zhaoshui's explanation of her purpose in a daze. It was not until she heard the words "Mrs. An had a miscarriage" that she woke up with a start and ran in panic to call Noble Lady Fucha.

Zhaoshui waited outside the door for a long time before Noble Fucha put on a thick cloak and went out. Noble Fucha, who was woken up, looked unhappy and glared at Zhaoshui before leading the way into Ledao Hall.

In Ledao Hall, He Anming bowed immediately when he saw Noble Lady Fucha and explained An Lingrong's situation in detail.

Noble Lady Fucha sat in the upper seat, took a sip of the tea handed to her by the mirror, and then threw it to Sang'er with disgust.

"Tell me what's going on."

Zhaoshui reported everything about Lingrong's trip to break up Yuxuan to Noble Lady Fucha. When he talked about praying for blessings, he still couldn't help choking up.

"You mean, Lin Musk appeared in the palace that An promised?"

"Yes, the Emperor and Concubine Wan have already found out that it was Concubine Shen who asked Baojuan to put it in."

Hearing this, Noble Lady Fucha raised her eyebrows, her words full of resentment, "Noble Lady Shen and Noble Lady Wan, the sisters with different surnames, are really vicious. They even dragged people from my palace into their plot, causing the emperor to hate the Yanxi Palace."

She glanced at Zhaoshui and said impatiently, "Does the emperor have anything else to say?"

Zhaoshui knew clearly that Noble Lady Fucha wanted to ask if the Emperor was angry with her, so she did not hide it and simply shook her head, "The Emperor only said that he would confine the young lady."

"Doctor He, have you prescribed the medicine for An Ying? Although she has been confined by the Emperor, she is not forbidden to see the Imperial Doctor. You will be the one to take care of An Ying in the next few days. Please do your best."

He Anming replied with a "yes". Coincidentally, Baoque had already brought in a bowl of medicine. Zhaoshui's eyes lit up and he did not even bother to wait for Fucha Guiren's instructions and immediately went to the inner room to feed Lingrong.

"Lady Fucha, after taking this medicine, An will wake up in just a cup of tea."

Noble Lady Fucha sat back on the chaise longue, letting Sang'er rub her shoulders. "Then I'll trouble Doctor He to accompany me and wait for An to wake up. After she wakes up, I'll check her pulse and make sure she's fine before leaving."

Noble Lady Fucha was waiting in Ledao Hall, not for the illusory sisterhood or alliance with Lingrong, but simply to leave a good reputation in front of the emperor and win more favor.

Besides, there is no possibility that An Lingrong will have offspring in the future, so she will be holding a sharper knife in her hand, especially since this knife hates Zhen Huan the most.

If she had not been in Le Dao Hall at this moment, she would probably have laughed out loud.

Noble Lady Fucha was very hesitant as to whether she should tell the Empress or the Emperor about the concubine's miscarriage, but it was late at night and few people in the palace would be awake.

But in order to avoid being blamed for An Lingrong's miscarriage, she still sent her men to inform the Queen and the Emperor.

When Ling Rong woke up, many people had already come to Le Dao Hall. The Emperor sent Su Peisheng, and the Empress only sent Jianqiu because she had a headache.

The person with the highest rank in the palace at this time was Jingpin who had just arrived. When she heard that Lingrong had woken up, she didn't even bother to see who else was in the palace, and stepped into the inner room first.

Ling Rong, who had just woken up, was a little confused. She felt pain all over her body, especially her stomach, which was aching like a knife, causing her to moan in pain continuously.

When she saw Jingpin, she could only try her best to hold back her screams and tried to sit up to greet her. "Sister..."

"Sister An, you are weak now, so there is no need to be so polite." Jingpin lifted the curtain and held Lingrong's raised hand. The cold temperature made her frown.

"Sister, when I woke up, I only vaguely heard the main hall talking about miscarriage, but the matter of Concubine Wan..."

Jingpin squeezed Lingrong's hand and shook her head slowly. "If I tell you, my sister will be upset again. You should have a good rest tonight and we can discuss it tomorrow, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Lingrong already knew what was going on. She closed her eyes in pain and stroked her still flat belly with her hand.

There once was a child here, but this child was just like the one in the previous life. The mother and child separated in a hurry before they even met.

She didn't even know when the child came, nor did she feel him growing up in the womb, nor did she even have the chance to guess whether he was a boy or a girl. They were separated for such a long time.

Lingrong couldn't stop blaming herself in her heart, wondering why she didn't ask the emperor for help again. If she had avoided this prayer, the child would not have left her.

But she also knew that no matter how much she begged, the emperor would not change his decision. After all, the emperor's words were golden, so how could he change his mind overnight?

Before she knew it, Lingrong was in tears. She wiped the tears from her cheeks in panic, but they kept flowing uncontrollably.

Jingpin, who was standing by, couldn't help but shed tears. She gently comforted Lingrong, "Sister An, we will have children again. No matter what, we have to live our lives."

Lingrong nodded in response and tried hard to wipe away her overflowing tears. Not only did she have to live her life, but she also had to fight for favor and enemies to hate.

Anyway, whether in the past life or this life, she and Zhen Huan are lifelong enemies. Instead of lamenting her fate, she might as well cheer up immediately and figure out how to use this miscarriage to gain the greatest benefit.

But her thoughts were her thoughts, and her momentary anger could not hide her sadness. She held Jingpin's hand and talked about how exciting life in the palace would be if she had a child.

Jingpin, who had been childless for many years, knew best how difficult it was to endure the lonely years. She was originally trying to comfort Lingrong, but when she put herself in her shoes, she also wiped away her tears with emotion.

"Sister, Lingrong knows that sister still doesn't dare to trust Lingrong, but the days and nights in the palace are too long, and it is impossible to survive by one person."

Lingrong looked up at Jingpin's face. There were still traces of tears on her face that had not been wiped away. She looked very pitiful.

Jingpin did not expect that Lingrong would still think of her under such circumstances. She also remembered that she refused the help to change herself and regain favor because she was afraid of becoming a knife in Lingrong's hands.

Now seeing this little concubine lying on the bed, the emperor is unwilling to come to see her even though she has lost her child. It is inevitable that he will feel a sense of grief for her.

At this time, Jingpin finally realized that if a concubine who was not favored could only rely on the emperor's respect and the old favors in the palace, she would only die in the palace.

She not only wants to compete for favor, but also for power. Since the emperor wants her to share Hua Fei's power, she might as well become a "helper" in the eyes of the emperor.

If I have a child in time, I won't be afraid of being lonely in this palace anymore.

Ling Rong saw the change in Jingpin's expression and knew that Jingpin was weighing the pros and cons in her heart. She was not in the mood to advise Jingpin at this moment. She had to start planning her hatred for the emperor and Zhen Huan from tonight.

My child, my child, I will always avenge you. If you still have a spirit in heaven, please be reborn into a good family and don’t suffer with me anymore.

Zhaoshui heard the noise from the inner room getting quieter, so she walked in. Her eyes were red and swollen, and it seemed that she had been secretly wiping away tears. "My lady, Eunuch Su and Aunt Jianqiu have sent over the rewards. My lady, you must meet them."

"Please ask them to come in." Lingrong struggled to get up, and Jingpin, who was sitting on the bed, immediately helped her up. Zhaoshui took a pillow and stuffed it behind her back, supporting Lingrong to sit up straight so as not to lose face in front of outsiders.

Ling Rong had just sat down when Su Peisheng and Jianqiu walked in. They bowed one by one and told each other about the rewards sent by the emperor and the empress.

What the emperor sent were nothing more than clothes, dresses, hairpins and rings, while what the empress sent were bird's nests and snow lotus. She also sent a message through Jianqiu, asking the maids in the palace to take good care of Lingrong.

"An Ying, the Queen has a severe headache today. She wanted to come and see you right away, but she is really ill and cannot go. I hope you take good care of yourself. The Queen will naturally plead with the Emperor for the rest."

Ling Rong thanked the Queen for the gift, looking flattered. "Aunt Jianqiu, please express my gratitude to the Queen on my behalf. When I feel better, I will go to Jingren Palace to thank the Queen in person."

Jianqiu agreed promptly, and when she saw Lingrong accept the gift, she took her leave first. Su Peisheng, who was standing by, hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"My dear An, the emperor has been worried about government affairs these days. He will come to see you in a few days. In order to make you feel at ease, the emperor has specially selected some ginkgo patterns that you like."

Su Peisheng secretly said in his heart that it was cruel, but he still put on a smile on his face.

Lingrong had long known that the emperor was cold-hearted, so she showed no emotion when she heard that the cloth was being sent to her. She even thought that this was a "generous reward" from the emperor.

"Eunuch Su, please thank the emperor for me. Unfortunately, I am not feeling well now and it is difficult for me to express my gratitude to the emperor in person." Ling Rong did not mention the fact that she was under house arrest at all. Anyway, she still had to recuperate after giving birth, so it was a good thing that she did not have to go out to pay her respects.

When the emperor thinks of their lost child in the future, he will feel more guilty.

But Lingrong never thought that a few days later the emperor would bring Zhen Huan with him, and they would work together to change Zhen Huan's palace and promote her status in her palace.