An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

"Have you heard about it? I don't know which master ordered Baojuan from Yanxi Palace to wash clothes day and night in the laundry department. Now it's winter, and they use the water just drawn from the well to wash clothes. The water is icy cold. I touched it once and my finger joints hurt for several days. Moreover, I heard that Baojuan has to get up at the yin hour every day to wash clothes and sweep the floor, and can only rest for a while at the end of the hai hour."

"What mistake did she make? The master actually punished her so severely."

"It is said that she was instigated by Concubine Shen to place musk in the Yanxi Palace. It is said that the musk may have caused the death of Concubine Wan's heir. And I heard that An Changzai even pleaded with the Empress to release Baojuan."

"So...it's very likely that it was the concubine who ordered it?"

The little palace maid in the clear blue dress nodded. She stepped forward, covered the mouth of another palace maid, and made a hushing gesture to her.

"It's good to know, don't tell anyone. Aunt Songzhi beside Concubine Hua is so proud, just because... because that person also entered the laundry department. Fortunately, Concubine Hua is favored and powerful, otherwise I don't know how much torture she would have to endure."

Lingrong lay under the ginkgo tree on the outer wall of the Yanx Palace, eavesdropping on the conversation of the two little maids she had arranged through the high palace wall. She had to admit that the two little maids spoke quite skillfully, knowing that they were talking to Songzhi, and they even praised Hua Fei and Songzhi.

After a while, the conversation stopped. Lingrong waited for a long time but didn't hear Songzhi's voice. Unable to bear the cold, she went back.

Anyway, this is just an attempt. If Songzhi listens to it and whispers something in Hua Fei's ear, Hua Fei's hatred for Zhen Huan will become stronger. If it is useless, she has just wasted a few taels of silver.

Making a small investment for a big gain is a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

After sitting in the room for a while, Lingrong thought of the noble lady Borjigit of Zhongcui Palace. Last time, the eunuch helped her, except for Xiaoyue, and she had not had the time to go to the eunuch's house to thank him in person.

Zhaoshui was asked to prepare some gifts, and Lingrong took the handkerchief she had embroidered in the past two days. The two of them wrapped themselves up warmly and left the Yanxi Palace.

The Yanx Palace and the Zhongcui Palace were not too far apart, but the gate of the Zhongcui Palace was tightly closed. Zhao Shui knocked several more times before the eunuch stuck his head out from behind the door.

"Eunuch Chen, this is Concubine An from the Yanxi Palace. She wants to meet the noble lady Borjigit. Please inform her."

Lingrong looked at the face behind the door. Eunuch Chen looked to be around thirty years old and had a rather cautious personality.

After hearing Zhaoshui's introduction, he opened the door of Zhongcui Palace, bowed to Lingrong, and went to ask for instructions from noble lady Borjigit.

The master and servant didn't have to wait long before Eunuch Chen came back and bowed to invite Lingrong to the main hall of Zhongcui Palace.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw the noble Borjigit sitting on the throne, but he was not wearing a headdress. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, which made his face look even more like jade.

"Hello, Lady Borjigit." As soon as Lingrong bent her knees, Lady Borjigit called out and asked the maid beside her to serve tea to Lingrong.

"I know why you're here. It's just a simple favor. There's no need to be so serious."

"It is a great favor to me." Lingrong did not shy away from expressing her gratitude. She was not familiar with noble Borjigit before, and he was able to lend a helping hand at this time. Even if it was just a casual order, she must take it seriously.

There is no other reason. This is a good excuse to bring the concubines closer. If one wants to climb up more smoothly in the future, one has to establish one's own network in the harem.

Just like Zhen Huan in her previous life, at the critical moment, there would always be someone who would find a way to help and save her. Even if she had gone to Ganlu Temple, she could still return to the palace with half the regalia of a queen.

If she made enemies everywhere in the palace, even if the emperor wanted her back eagerly, her path to promotion would not be so smooth.

Lingrong asked Zhaoshui to present gifts. She prepared a large amount of silver for Eunuch Chen, but only a hairpin and a handkerchief for Noblewoman Borjigit.

Lady Borjigit didn't want it at first, but when she saw the handkerchief embroidered with golden lotus, she was still tempted. She stroked the vivid flowers with her fingers, and no one knew what she was thinking.

In fact, Lingrong didn't know what this nobleman from the Mongolian Army Banner would like, so she chose the most common flower on the grassland and embroidered it.

She originally wanted to embroider a horse, but she felt that a cunning person like Borjigit might not like a horse running freely.

After all, in their previous lives, Concubine Hua and Ye Lan'yi both liked riding horses, and they were both very straightforward. Their likes and dislikes were too obvious, but the emperor was trying hard not to see it.

"I accept this handkerchief. As for those hairpins and jewelry, An Changzai can keep them for yourself. I have been living in Zhongcui Palace for a long time and I will not need these things."

Lingrong did not force it. She just said that Eunuch Chen must accept the gold and silver, and then she planned to leave with Zhaoshui.

Zhaoshui opened the curtain for Lingrong. She had already stepped one foot out of the door when the Borjigit nobleman behind her suddenly spoke.

"Remind An Changzai that in this palace, even if you are an enemy, there is no need to openly turn against each other."

Ling Rong paused for a moment as she lowered her head and walked out. She just hummed softly and walked out without looking back.

The heavy door curtain fell, and Lingrong stood in the snow-cleared courtyard of Zhongcui Palace and exhaled deeply.

It was not a good thing to be at odds with Zhen Huan, who was deeply favored by the emperor. She told herself rationally that Zhen Huan was not a vicious person, and all the beautiful adjectives in the world were not an exaggeration to describe her.

But emotionally, she could no longer reconcile with Zhen Huan. There was a life between them in their previous life, and it was the same in this life.

Lingrong knew that what noble Borjigit said was right, but at this moment, she just couldn't get out of the abyss of hatred.

Forget it, just be an enemy first, and then use Zhen Huan's guilt to slowly plan. Anyway, Zhen Huan and the emperor are similar people, and the guilt of these two people can make her accomplish many things, including dragging them all into hell.

"Young Master?" Zhaoshui saw that Lingrong had been standing there for a long time, so she had no choice but to call her. She raised her hand to shield the falling snowflakes from the sky for Lingrong and looked at her with great concern.

"It's snowing, let's go." Ling Rong tilted her head towards the water and smiled, then wrapped her robe tightly around her and started running.

Zhaoshui didn't react in time. He waited until Lingrong was about to run out of Zhongcui Palace before he hurriedly followed her out.

Because it was snowing, there were not many people on the palace road at this time, so the two of them chased each other into the Yanx Palace.

Zhaoshui was worried that Lingrong would fall, so she ran in fear. She finally reached the gate of Yanxi Palace and had a chance to catch her breath while holding onto the crabapple tree.

Lingrong was panting even more heavily than Zhaoshui, but no one knew what had touched her nerves, but she had to build a snowman in the Yanxi Palace.

So she tore off her embroidered Cuiwei satin cloak and threw it into the snow. Ignoring Zhaoshui's anxious calls, she scooped up the snow with both hands, made a snowball, and planned to roll it onto the ground to make a big one.

Poor Zhaoshui, before he could even catch his breath, he hurriedly picked up the cloak and tried to put it on Lingrong.

"Zhao Shui, this cloak is dirty. Go in and clean it. Don't come out without my order."

Zhaoshui still wanted to hold on, but when he saw Lingrong's face beginning to show suspicion, he entered Ledao Hall helplessly.

As soon as Zhao Shui left, Ling Rong immediately smiled. The sweat on her face had not yet disappeared, and she bent over and rolled a snowball on the snow.

After finally making a big one, Lingrong felt a little worried. She looked around at the round snowball and had no idea what to do next to turn it into a snowman.

How about adding facial features first? Ling Rong studied it for a while and thought this idea was very reliable, so she decided to find something to add facial features to Snowball.

"An Lingrong, what are you doing here?"

Ling Rong was looking around for something that could be used as Snowball's eyes, and suddenly her name was called. She was so scared that her hair stood on end.

She frowned and turned around, and sure enough, Xia Dongchun was wrapped in a big red gorilla felt cloak, stretching his neck to look at her. She wanted to look to the side, and even Noble Lady Fucha had lifted the curtain and looked over with curiosity.

"I want to build a snowman, Xia Changzai, please keep your voice down."

"Huh? You and I are both maids, why do you ask me to lower my voice? You really have never seen the world. How can a master do these things personally? It's unworthy of his status."

Then you don't have to watch it. Ling Rong snorted secretly. She didn't bother to care about Xia Dongchun. She finally found two fruits of unknown origin and stuffed them into the snowball as the snowman's eyes.

Xia Dongchun seemed a little jealous over there, but because she had just said something disrespectful of her status, she was too embarrassed to go and play in the snow with Ling Rong.

After a while, Lingrong had completed the facial features of the snowman, but she was still missing a nose and had not yet decided what to use.

Just as she was thinking, suddenly a hand took a carrot and inserted it into the snowball with such force that it almost broke the snowball.

Ling Rong's eyes widened. She knew who the owner of the red radish was without turning her head.

"Xia Changzai, didn't you say that it was beneath my status?"

"It's none of your business." Xia Dongchun clapped his hands, "Mingyu, get a few people to make a big snowball."

Mingyu cried out "Oh" and ran back to Yixingxuan to call out two little eunuchs. Xia Dongchun stood beside Lingrong and directed the two little eunuchs to make snowballs.

After finally rolling up a big ball to make the body, Xia Dongchun directed the palace servants to put Ling Rong's newly made head on it.

But unexpectedly, the force used to insert the radish was too great, and the snowman's head cracked and fell all over the ground as soon as it was picked up.

Not far away, Noble Lady Fucha laughed out loud. Xia Dongchun turned her face away in embarrassment and directed the palace servants to make the snowball again.

Lingrong stood still for a while before she felt a little cold. As the hot sweat subsided, she began to feel dizzy. Just then, Zhaoshui came out holding another sky-blue cloak, which temporarily relieved her coldness.

Soon, the snowman was made under the command. Xia Dongchun raised his chin with satisfaction and looked at Ling Rong with a look that was full of "I'm so awesome!"

"Mrs. Xia is amazing. This snowman... well, looks great."

Lingrong was wrapped in a cloak, feeling the coldness penetrate deep into her bones. She said goodbye to Noble Lady Fucha and Xia Dongchun in a hurry, and rushed back to Ledao Hall to warm herself by the charcoal fire.

As expected, Ling Rong caught a cold the next day and fell unconscious under the quilt.

When Zhaoshui invited the imperial physician, the emperor had also arrived.

"How is your young master?"

Zhao Shui looked at He Anming who was taking Ling Rong's pulse, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should speak. Fortunately, He Anming had finished taking Ling Rong's pulse. He took the handkerchief that was placed on Ling Rong's wrist and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Your Majesty, Miss An has caught a cold due to alternating hot and cold weather, but it's not serious and will be fine after taking a few doses of medicine. However..."

The emperor sat beside Lingrong's bed and touched her burning forehead. He was not interested in listening to the imperial physician's nonsense and asked him to answer directly.

"My dear An, you injured your knees and elbows while praying for blessings. You can't continue standing in the cold wind like this. You'd better take good care of yourself in the winter.

Moreover, if Lady An wants to have children in the future, she should be more careful and it is best to bathe with some cold-dispelling herbs on a regular basis."

The emperor listened to Doctor He's words and looked at Ling Rong's red face. "If I soak in the hot spring, will it be effective?"

"It should have some effect. After all, it is natural spring water, which is very beneficial to Miss An's body."

"Is Wanpin's body also okay?"

"It's a hundred benefits with no harm." He Anming didn't know what Wanpin's health was like, but since there was no harm anyway, he agreed.

"Go and get the medicine." The emperor got the answer he wanted, and waved his hand to let the imperial physician go down, and Zhaoshui followed him down to get the medicine.

Only the emperor and Lingrong were left in the room. The emperor sighed and touched Lingrong's forehead, and immediately saw the ginkgo leaf hairpin beside the pillow.

I didn't expect that this girl really liked it. She would always put the hairpin beside her pillow to accompany her to sleep. For such a caring girl, it seems that it doesn't hurt to pamper her a little more.

Ling Rong was dizzy from the fever. She seemed to see someone sitting beside the bed looking at her. She tried hard to open her eyes to see who it was, but her eyelids seemed to be pressed down and she couldn't open them.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

It was difficult for the sick Lingrong to deliberately imitate Empress Chunyuan, but the emperor was very happy because she was still thinking about him during her illness.

"Rong'er, I'm here. Rest assured. You'll be fine after taking the medicine."

Lingrong really couldn't open her eyes, nor could she hear what the emperor was muttering. She could only move her lips and gave up opening her eyes, falling into a deep sleep again.

When she woke up again, the whole room was dark. She held up her dizzy head and sat up. For a moment, she felt like she was blind.

"Look at the water, look at the water."

"My lady, I am here." Zhaoshui came in holding an oil lamp, lit the candles in the room one by one, and then came to the bed. "I have prepared some easy-to-digest food, my lady, please eat first."

"Okay." Ling Rong responded in a hoarse voice. Zhao Shui poured her a full glass of water first, then went out to bring her some porridge and side dishes, and even carefully peeled an orange for her and placed it on the plate.

Ling Rong had slept soundly all day and was really hungry, so she didn't care about much else and just sat on the bed and drank a whole bowl of porridge.

"Zhaoshui, when I was sick, did the emperor come to visit me?"

"Yes, my lady. The Emperor stayed with me for almost an hour before leaving because he had to review memorials."

Fortunately, it was the Emperor that she called out at that time, Ling Rong silently comforted herself. If she had called out someone else's name, she really didn't know how to explain it.

But apart from her mother, there seemed to be no one else she could think of while she was sick.

When she thought of her mother, Lingrong felt that the orange in her mouth began to become sour again, because she had brought her mother out of Songyang from the capital and given convenience to the Queen.

It was really wrong for her, as a daughter, to put her mother in danger and fail to rescue her immediately.

Or... I can find an opportunity to tell the Emperor that I miss home, and take this opportunity to ask the Emperor to send someone to visit my mother on my behalf?