An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

Because Zhen Huan gave up on her own initiative, the incident of using Lin Musk to cause her to lose her child was temporarily put to rest.

But everyone in the palace knew very well that the investigation was simply hidden underwater in order to paralyze the people who planned it and catch the flaws.

However, the suspicion on Shen Meizhuang has not been cleared, and the emperor cannot let her go just like that. Even though Zhen Huan pleaded for mercy again and again, he kept evading her by saying that it was for Zhen Huan and her deceased child.

After all, Shen Meizhuang was indeed the most suspicious. Zhen Huan even thought that the emperor did not blame Sister Mei because of her, so it was not easy for her to beg the emperor to release Shen Meizhuang.

Especially when the emperor said, "After all, it was because of the sachet that Shen Meizhuang was wearing that the child could not be saved," she didn't know what to say, because deep in her heart, she actually felt a little bit of blame for Meizhuang.

In order to compensate Zhen Huan, the emperor not only promoted Zhen Huan against all odds, but also designated Yongshou Palace, which was closest to the Yangxin Palace, for her to live alone.

Chun Changzai, who had originally wanted to keep Zhen Huan company, insisted on living with her sister Wan, but was persuaded by Zhen Huan. She moved to Yongshou Palace alone, saying that she had a miscarriage and needed to rest.

The palace-moving ceremony was held yesterday. Concubine Wan invited many concubines to the main hall of Yongshou Palace to congratulate her on the housewarming. She even sent an invitation to Lingrong, but she declined it on the grounds of being unwell.

The concubines who had been there said that the Yongshou Palace was extremely luxurious and the emperor even repainted the walls for her to show his supreme favor.

This incident made Noble Lady Fucha so jealous that she couldn't sleep well the whole night. As soon as the sun rose, she ran to Lingrong's bedroom and complained incessantly.

"She was promoted to concubine just because she was pregnant with a child she couldn't bear. When she really gives birth to a prince, won't she be promoted to consort directly?"

Ling Rong rubbed her ears. She thought she could rest peacefully without having to go to the main hall to pay a visit to Noble Lady Fucha often. However, she never thought that there would be a day when Noble Lady Fucha would not care about status and would come to her to make trouble for Zhen Huan.

"Why should you be angry, my lady? The emperor dotes on her, so he is naturally willing to give her the best. However, flowers don't last forever, let alone people."

"An Lingrong, I don't know if you are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid," said Noble Lady Fucha, who looked very disappointed. "She caused you to lose your child, and you can actually speak well of her. She is such a vicious woman with a heart of a scorpion. I really don't know why the emperor likes her so much."

Because Zhen Huan is talented, insightful, beautiful, and has good temperament, and what's icing on the cake is that she looks like Queen Chun Yuan, how could she not be favored?

Ling Rong responded in her heart, but on her face she acted like a pitiful little white flower, "I am just a small concubine, and my promotion was due to Wanpin, so how dare I resent her."

Fu Cha Guiren rolled her eyes in anger. She spat in hatred, as if complaining about how useless Ling Rong was. "You are really from a small family. You don't even dare to hate your enemies."

"My dear, seeing the current situation of Wanpin, you should know how important it is to conceive a dragon heir. My dear, you have a trusted imperial physician, and you should also consider yourself."

"I understand even if you don't say it, but this matter is not something I can accomplish alone. Neither you nor Xia Dongchun can keep the emperor's heart. Our Yanxi Palace is almost the same as the cold palace now."

Ling Rong knew that Noble Lady Fucha was trying to give her some advice. In order to make her happy and leave quickly, she could only speak, "Noble Lady was also favored, but do you know what the Emperor liked about Noble Lady at that time?"

"Of course it's me." Noble Lady Fucha was quite confident. She touched her beautiful face, her tone full of pride.

"It's your goddess-like temperament and your good piano playing."

"Who can live like a fairy every day?" Noble Lady Fucha was not satisfied with the answer. "With my personality and my looks, I don't know how many powerful people would want to marry me before I got married."

Lingrong only hated that she couldn't roll her eyes in person. The eight words "crying low and fawning" had never entered the minds of these young ladies from aristocratic families. But who is the emperor? If he doesn't like you, it's useless to maintain your self-esteem.

Of course, Lingrong also knew that a woman’s life should not revolve around one man, just like her mother, who spent her entire life for her father and not only ruined her own eyesight, but was also bullied by the young and beautiful concubines in the backyard.

Lingrong had been away from home for only two or three years when she fell seriously ill and died.

Lingrong, who was familiar with the methods used in the harem, knew very well that it was not a serious illness at all, but someone who wanted to get to the top had killed her mother.

Her useless father had no intention of finding out the truth and hurriedly married a new wife. Before long, the couple's false reputation of being in harmony spread.

It can be seen that the only person she can trust in this world is herself. Even the emperor can only be a stepping stone for her to climb up.

"An Lingrong, An Lingrong!" Fucha Guiren's angry voice woke Lingrong from her memories. She raised her hand and touched her forehead to hide the anger in her eyes.

When she lowered her hands, she was the timid and cowardly An Changzai again, "My dear, when the emperor liked you, you were not like a fairy and were true to your nature. When the emperor lost interest, your true nature turned into being spoiled by your favor."

Noble Lady Fucha seemed to be thinking about something, but she still looked down on these petty tactics. Just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, she was interrupted by Lingrong.

"Noble Lady Fucha, if you came to the harem just to have a love affair with the emperor, then I will not persuade you any more."

"If you are doing this for the Fucha clan, you might as well go back and think carefully about whether it is useful to stand up straight as an aristocratic family in front of the emperor, the ruler of the world."

After saying that, Ling Rong lay down on the chaise longue, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

She had no interest in continuing to answer questions and solve problems for Noble Lady Fucha. She had already had successful experience, so why not just copy it and arouse the emperor's interest again?

Thinking in this way, she couldn't help but think of herself. She didn't want to gain favor with a voice like Queen Chunyuan, nor did she want to get the emperor's attention by singing or ice skating. In fact, her essence was the same as Noble Lady Fucha. She always felt that she didn't need to rely on those deliberate behaviors.

But learning and reading poetry is actually no different from her previous singing and ice skating.

Since she wants to win favor, she has to use these means. Anyway, she doesn't expect the emperor to like her personality, and there is no need for her to be "unique".

Once I thought things through, I felt cheerful all of a sudden, especially when I opened my eyes and didn't see Noble Lady Fucha, I felt even better.

This good mood lasted until the evening. Ling Rong was happily drinking the medicinal food prescribed by He Anming, thinking about how to make herself beautiful. However, she did not expect that the Emperor would choose this time to come to Le Dao Tang.

As soon as she saw the emperor, Lingrong's smile froze on her face. She forced a smile to salute the emperor and sat down with her whole body tense.

Seeing her like this, the emperor felt uncomfortable. Although he could understand that the concubine was in a bad mood after losing her child, he was still unhappy because Lingrong did not smile at him.

Lingrong has served the emperor for many years, and she can tell what his mood is at the moment just by looking at the way he touches the beads.

Cursing inwardly, she managed a bleak smile on her face. Ling Rong filled a bowl of medicinal food and handed it to the emperor. "It's snowing and cold tonight. How did the emperor rush here? If he catches a cold, I will be worried about him and unable to sleep day and night."

As soon as his unexpected emotion showed up, he was calmed down by the concubine in front of him. The emperor took the medicinal food with great satisfaction and drank two big gulps in a good mood.

"Wan Wan moved to the palace yesterday. I heard that you were not feeling well and therefore did not attend, so I thought of coming to see you."

It turned out that they were here to call for an explanation. Lingrong's original idea of ​​using the loss of her son to win favor suddenly faded. What was so good about this man who loved Queen Chun Yuan in his heart and Zhen Huan in his mouth? He was not even as good as Xiao Chizi in her palace.

"Your Majesty, I blindly believed the words of the imperial physician and stubbornly thought that I had to stay in bed for the full month before I could travel. I hope Your Majesty will not be angry because of my ignorance. I will go to Yongshou Palace to apologize to Concubine Wan."

Seeing that the emperor was playing with the beads in his hand, Ling Rong added another bowl of soup for him, "Your Majesty, please drink another bowl of soup anyway. It is most important to get rid of the cold and take care of your body."

How could Lingrong not know that the Emperor was thinking about Zhen Huan, who was still running around before her menstrual period. One moment he went to Xianfu Palace to see "Sister Mei", and then he punished the concubines in the name of praying for blessings. Then he came to Ledao Hall to see "Sister An" because he felt uneasy, and then he posted messages everywhere asking all the concubines in the palace to celebrate for her.

The Queen and Concubine Hua in the palace were probably not as busy as her. The Emperor was unaware of it for a while, but now that he was gently reminded, his feeling that Zhen Huan was taking advantage of his favor and meddling in other people's affairs suddenly woke up.

"I never blame you. I'm just worried about your health." The emperor was silent for a moment, then picked up the medicinal food and drank it all.

Lingrong watched him drink the soup with his head tilted back, and for a moment she had the idea of ​​putting red thorns in the medicinal food to poison the emperor to death.

Forget it, she had no money to buy the red-crowned crane, and the eunuch Ruan Hesheng, who she had bribed with great difficulty, was also useless. She could no longer sell some handkerchiefs outside the palace in exchange for silver.

"I know that the emperor cares about Wanpin the most." Lingrong grabbed the handkerchief and murmured in a jealous manner, "I think if I respect Wanpin more, the emperor may like me a little more."

"Of course I like you." As Ling Rong lowered her head, the emperor immediately saw the ginkgo hairpin, "How can you be willing to wear this hairpin that you were reluctant to wear?"

Ling Rong pretended to have just remembered it, raised her hand to touch the hairpin, and was about to pull it off. It was Zhao Shui who reminded her not to be disrespectful in front of the emperor, and she slowly withdrew her hand.

But she kept silent, and the emperor became interested and directly pointed at Zhaoshui and replied, "Tell me, why did your young lady wear this hairpin?"

"To answer the emperor's question," Zhaoshui glanced at Lingrong quietly and spoke hesitantly, "The young lady said, the young lady said she didn't keep it... She was afraid that the emperor regretted giving her the hairpin, so she wanted to wear it more often."

"What are you talking about?" The emperor took Ling Rong's hand and held it in his palm. This hand was even colder than the one he held in the imperial garden that day, but it was warm in the palace, so how could it be so frighteningly cold? "It looks good when you wear it. Make an identical one for me later and put it next to your pillow."

Ling Rong nodded and easily pulled her hand back. She also served herself a bowl of soup and sat aside silently sipping it.

The emperor rubbed his fingertips and watched Lingrong drink the soup intently. The warm temperature made him feel comfortable. For a moment, he didn't even want to go to Yongshou Palace to accompany Wanwan.

"Rong'er, do you still remember that I asked you to copy poems?"

"Of course I remember, I wrote it a few days ago, but I didn't know when the emperor would be able to visit Le Dao Hall, so I never sent it out."

The emperor couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He took the stack of copied papers and squinted his eyes at the ugly handwriting.

"Wanwan is the best at writing poems, and the queen's calligraphy is also excellent, but Rong'er..." The emperor hesitated whether to just say that the handwriting was too ugly, but after taking a look at the little concubine who was eagerly waiting for praise, he swallowed his words.

"Rong'er is the most hardworking and studious." The emperor placed the pile of poems on the table in a serious manner and covered it with his hand.

Ling Rong laughed out loud at the emperor's praise. She raised her head proudly and said, "Your Majesty has never seen what I am good at."

"Oh? How come I haven't seen it before? Rong'er's embroidery skills are worth a fortune. I know it very well."

"That's not the case. My skills require Your Majesty to close his eyes in order to appreciate their beauty."

The emperor pretended not to believe it, and refused to close his eyes no matter how much Lingrong begged. In the end, Lingrong came close to the emperor's arms with a smile, and raised her hands to cover his eyes tightly.

Ling Rong cleared her throat twice, recalling the skills that the queen had asked someone to teach her in her previous life. As soon as she opened her mouth, she regained about 50% of the shadow of Queen Chunyuan.

"How deep is the courtyard? Willow trees are covered in smoke, and the curtains are countless... Tears in my eyes ask the flowers, but the flowers are silent, and the scattered red flowers fly over the swing."

After the song was over, Lingrong finally released her hand that was covering the emperor's eyes. She stepped back two steps and stood still, looking at the nostalgic look on the emperor's face.

The emperor closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before he opened his eyes and looked at Lingrong. He said "good" three times without hesitation.

"Rong'er's voice is like the sound of forests and springs. This one song alone is better than countless others in the world."

How could Lingrong not know that ninety-nine percent of this evaluation was due to her voice which sounded like that of Empress Chunyuan, but she just pretended not to know and thanked the emperor happily.

Now that he had new things to miss about Empress Chunyuan, the Emperor didn't want to move even more. Seeing that Lingrong had asked someone to take away the meal, he actually stood up and planned to take Lingrong to the inner room to rest.

But after sitting by the bed for a while, he pulled the young woman into his arms and just hugged her, but Ling Rong pushed his chest and rejected him.

"Your Majesty, it's time for me to take my medicine."

Lingrong quickly went to the main hall, left the emperor alone for a long time, and then slowly moved back.

She held onto the wall with one hand, her legs shaking as she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the emperor caught her and carried her back to the bed.

"What's going on, but...it still hurts?"

Lingrong nodded painfully, her fingers still clutching the emperor's clothes, and for a moment she was unable to utter a word.

It was only then that Zhao Shui came in from outside and put a hot water bottle on Lingrong's belly to warm it that the pain was relieved.

"Baoque, bring in two more hot water bottles. The young lady has pain in her knees and needs some warming to expel the cold." Zhaoshui ignored the emperor and raised his voice to call Baoque in.

The emperor knew why Lingrong had knee pain without Zhaoshui's explanation. He allowed Wanwan to punish concubines in the name of Qifu, but he never thought that she would hurt people to such an extent.

Ling Rong, who was lying on the bed with a pale face due to the pain, gave the emperor a soothing smile. She gasped and suppressed her cry of pain, "Your Majesty, I am really not feeling well today. I cannot accompany you."

The emperor shook his head. He sat by the bed and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Lingrong's face. He waited until her face turned slightly red before he stood up.

"Your Majesty, it's cold tonight..."

"Don't worry about me, Rong'er. Just have a good rest. I'll go see Noble Lady Fucha later."

Lingrong finally nodded as if relieved. Her eyes followed the emperor all the way out of the door. After Zhaoshui confirmed that the emperor had entered the main hall, she immediately got up from the bed and threw away the little bit of ice left on her chest that had been warmed up.

"I'm freezing," Ling Rong held the hot water bottle and rubbed her chest which was numb from the ice. "Acting is so difficult."