An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

Noble Lady Fucha said in an ambiguous tone, "Be careful with Baojuan," which made Lingrong feel suspicious, but after thinking about it, she never thought about what Baojuan would do.

This girl is now working in the laundry department. Xiao Chizi and Bao Que have visited her several times and heard that she is living a very hard life.

If Baojuan really wanted to harm me, the reason was probably that so much time had passed and I had not rescued her from the laundry department, so she was driven by resentment and was doing things against me.

But how could Lingrong really ask the Emperor and the Empress for help? She could only be completely relieved when such a traitorous servant died.

Otherwise, just eliminate the danger at its root.

Lingrong looked at the cup in front of her, and she suddenly remembered that there was a cluster of oleander behind the main hall of Concubine Duan's Yanqing Palace.

If I take enough oleander leaves, put them in this teacup to make tea, and ask Baojuan to drink it, then all the problems will be solved and I won't have to worry about anything anymore.

But Concubine Duan is not a simple person. It is not easy to get oleander leaves from her Yanqing Palace.

This matter requires careful planning, but it seems that there is no time.

"Zhaoshui, what do you think Noble Lady Fucha meant when she mentioned Baojuan?"

Zhaoshui shook her head and stopped picking dead leaves from the flowerpot by the window. "It's a pity that Noble Lady Fucha refused to say anything more. Just this one sentence really makes me nervous. I feel scared just thinking about it."

"Do you think Baojuan will harm us?"

"...I do think so," Zhaoshui sighed. She closed the window and approached Lingrong carefully. "Baojuan betrayed her master, and any punishment is not too much. I'm afraid that she has a perverted idea and thinks that the young master can rescue her from the laundry bureau."

"But she betrayed her master after all, even if she was coerced." Lingrong knew in her heart that Baojuan had such thoughts because she would unconsciously blame others when she fell into that situation.

Why don't you want to help me? Why don't you want to help me? It's obviously a piece of cake for you, so why are you unwilling to do it?

But now she knows that no one has to help her except herself.

But she felt that Baojuan would think the same way. She hoped that they would not become master and servant at this time.

"How about I go and meet Baojuan in private and get some information?"

Ling Rong was silent for a moment. She did want to go see Bao Juan for a moment, but she didn't dare to do so at this moment. She was afraid that the Queen had deliberately let Noble Lady Fucha leak the information and was waiting for her to fall into the trap.

The enemy is too smart, it's really annoying. It would be great if everyone was as simple as Xia Dongchun.

"Forget it. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. If I approach Bao Juan at this time, I will probably fall into a trap."

Zhaoshui seemed to understand but nodded obediently, "The young lady has finished her medicine. I will go to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine and ask Imperial Doctor He to check the young lady's pulse."

Lingrong nodded in agreement. She had not called the imperial physician since returning from Tangquan Palace, and she didn't know to what extent her body had recovered.

However, He Anming was the imperial physician specially trained by the Fucha family for Noble Lady Fucha. Noble Lady Fucha had long since defected to the Queen, so this imperial physician He... I'm afraid he can no longer be used.

However, it is too difficult to train one's own imperial physician in this palace.

Either you use money, or use power to coerce and bribe, or family training, or have some ambiguous feelings, but I can't do these.

Ling Rong sighed deeply, life in the deep palace was hard. She had experienced it once and it was not enough, she had to go through it again, it was really tiring.

After thinking aimlessly for a long time, Zhaoshui brought He Anming into Ledao Hall.

Ling Rong skillfully extended her wrist to He Anming for her to feel her pulse. After a while, He Anming frowned and let go of her hand.

Seeing his serious expression, Lingrong couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Could it be that her health not only didn't get better, but got worse because of the hot spring bath?

"Doctor He, my body..." Although Doctor He is handsome and looks melancholy when he frowns, he is an imperial physician, and frowning only scares people.

"Don't worry, Miss An. Your health has improved, but you still need to take good care of your knee.

I am afraid that... the young master will have a hard time in the winter."

Hearing that it was a problem with the knee, Lingrong felt relieved, fortunately it was not a more serious problem.

"Then I'll have to trouble Imperial Doctor He to prescribe some appropriate medicine." Ling Rong glanced at He Anming and thought about the possibility of winning him over. "If it weren't for Noble Lady Fucha, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to hire an Imperial Doctor as skilled as Imperial Doctor He."

For some reason, He Anming suddenly laughed. He packed his medicine box and didn't seem to want to respond.

Could it be that I was being too obscure? Ling Rong was a little conflicted. She was afraid that if she spoke too directly, He Anming would feel resentful.

If Noble Lady Fucha knew about this, her life in the palace would become even more difficult.

"As long as Miss An wants, you can ask me to see you anytime." He Anming picked up the medicine box and looked towards the main hall where Noble Lady Fucha was. "Only one medicine cannot cure the disease. Miss An, do you understand?"

"I'm just afraid that one pulse case will be read by thousands of people."

He Anming smiled and knocked on his medicine box. "Others can't see it, and they can't understand it."

Then he changed the subject, "Miss Zhaoshui, please go to the Imperial Hospital again and get some new medicine for Miss An."

Zhaoshui glanced at Lingrong, and after Lingrong waved her hand, she followed He Anming out the door.

After playing dumb with He Anming for a long time, Ling Rong just felt a little tired.

She had never met He Anming in her previous life, so it was really difficult for her to guess what he was thinking.

Until a more useful physician is found, we can only trust him.

After two peaceful days, what Lingrong worried about finally happened.

It was said that Baojuan fell into a well in the laundry department and died. When she was found, several days had passed and her whole body was swollen. If it weren't for the clothes she was wearing, it would be impossible to tell whether that person was Baojuan or not.

Baoque cried for a long time when she heard the news. She originally wanted to go see Baojuan, but found out that Baojuan's body had been thrown into a mass grave because it was too horrifying.

Ling Rong felt a little sad, after all, Baojuan had served her for a long time in both her past and present lives.

But what he felt more was actually relief. He didn't have to be on guard all day long, and Baojuan would never have the chance to harm him again.

But a few days later, the Queen suddenly sent two new palace maids to Ledao Hall on the grounds that Lingrong was promoted but no new palace maids were assigned.

The two palace maids were named Fuzi and Dujuan.

At this moment, two people were standing in front of her, and the smiles on their faces made Lingrong feel cold all over.

In her previous life, as soon as Ling Rong entered the palace, the palace maid named Fu Zi fell into a well and died. She had only heard of her name but had never seen her.

Now that I look closely, she actually has some similarities with Zhen Huan.

But I am afraid that this palace maid does not look like Zhen Huan, but the deceased Queen Chun Yuan.

Lingrong was very familiar with the palace maid named Dujuan. She had a face exactly like Baojuan, or in other words, she was Baojuan.

"Baojuan..."

"My lady, my name is Dujuan." Dujuan bowed. Her every frown and smile was exactly the same as Baojuan. She even had a sachet embroidered by Lingrong hanging around her waist.

Seeing Lingrong looking at the sachet on her waist, Dujuan immediately took it off and held it in her hands before Lingrong. "I found this sachet by the well in the laundry department. It is embroidered with rose-colored azaleas. I like it so I keep it."

"..." Lingrong looked at the familiar embroidery and felt as if her heart was blocked by something. She looked at Dujuan's face again and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Do you like it, young lady?" Dujuan handed the sachet forward again.

Ling Rong was silent for a long time, and finally reached out to take the sachet, "This is Bao Juan's. I embroidered the azalea flowers for her myself. She said she liked it very much."

"It's a blessing for the young lady that she still remembers Baojuan." Dujuan looked calm, as if she really wasn't Baojuan. "Then I'll return this sachet to the young lady."

"Go down. Zhaoshui will explain the rules of Ledao Hall to you. If you work hard, you will be rewarded."

Seeing that both of them had gone down, Lingrong threw the sachet on the table. She just felt a sharp headache.

Baojuan came back to his side. Seeing her appearance, he knew that she was up to no good. He didn't know what mission the Queen had given her and how she would harm him.

I must find a way to get her out of Ledaotang. As long as she is here, I will never be able to sleep peacefully.

"Zhao Shui," Ling Rong called a few times, and Zhao Shui hurried into the palace, "Go find Eunuch Su and tell him that I want to see the emperor."

"Yes." Zhaoshui came and left in a hurry. When she saw Baojuan, she was so frightened that she was stunned. How could she not know what Lingrong wanted to do by looking for the emperor.

Lingrong was waiting anxiously in the hall, while Dujuan was dealing with withered flowers and plants in the corridor. From time to time, she would show half of her face at the window, which made people feel upset.

After waiting for a long time for the emperor to arrive, Lingrong had no time to be happy before she saw the queen accompanying the emperor into the palace.

The moment she saw the Queen, Lingrong knew that she had no chance of transferring Baojuan out of Ledaotang. No matter what reason she used, the Queen would find a way to refuse.

"It's rare to see Rong'er come to see me," the emperor held Lingrong's hand, "He Anming said that you were almost recovered, but today I see that you don't look well."

“Your Majesty, I am indeed feeling much better now.” Zhaoshui brought an embroidered cushion for Lingrong, who sat down next to the emperor. When she looked up, she revealed her pale face. “It’s just… it’s just that today a new maid came to my side. She looks too much like Baojuan who passed away a few days ago. I am a little scared…”

"An Changzai is a little timid." The Queen spoke first, "When she heard that Baojuan passed away, An Changzai was really sad, so I decided to send a maid who looks like her to comfort An Changzai.

I didn't expect to scare An Changzai. I did something bad with good intentions. I hope An Changzai won't blame me."

This retreat made it difficult for Lingrong to say directly that she really blamed the Queen. She could only shake her head and say, "Your Highness, the Queen is thinking about me. I am deeply touched. But when I see a face that looks like Baojuan, I am always a little scared."

Ling Rong's voice was trembling. She trembled and held the emperor's hand tightly. Tears quickly filled her eyes. "Baojuan once placed musk in the palace... Your Majesty, I am very scared."

The emperor saw Lingrong like this, and reached out to wipe her tears distressedly, but the queen was right beside him, and the emperor couldn't directly refute the queen's face, "In this case, just change a palace maid."

"I was inconsiderate," the Queen said with a proper smile, "After a few days, when the Ministry of Internal Affairs has trained a new maid, I will replace her with An Changzai. If she is afraid these few days, I will ask her to do some rough work in the courtyard.

There were a limited number of palace maids serving the concubines, and for the sake of frugality, the Imperial Household Department was not asked to select too many palace maids as backup.

Moreover, the Queen Mother is very particular about rules. A few days ago, because I forgot to assign new maids to serve Wanpin and Anchang, she specially called me over to teach me for a long time. "

The emperor nodded. The word "thrifty" successfully persuaded him. "The queen is in charge of the affairs of the six palaces. She has also spent a lot of time on these small matters. Rong'er, please bear with it for a few days, okay?"

Lingrong really wanted to say no, the Queen meant that she didn't want to transfer the person away. If she couldn't succeed today, it would be even more difficult in the future.

But the emperor had already spoken, and the queen had made "concessions", even bringing up the big Buddha of the empress dowager, so she had no room to refuse.

"I understand." She let go of the emperor's hand and slowly wiped away the tears from her eyes.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, the queen did not want to stay any longer. She gave the emperor a look, understood his thoughts and left.

"Rong'er is a little bit of a kid, why are you still crying?" The emperor stretched out his hand and pulled Lingrong to sit beside him, his tone was quite gentle.

"I was just frightened for a moment." Ling Rong wiped her tears and leaned into the emperor's arms. "If the emperor is willing to accompany me, I might not be afraid anymore."

This dodder-like dependence made the emperor feel very happy. There were few women in the palace who completely followed his wishes. He didn't need to spend any effort to coax her to get her full love.

"Do you still remember what I like Rong'er to call me?"

Lingrong buried her head in the emperor's arms and covered her face. She imitated Queen Chunyuan's voice and called out "Silang" softly.

That night, the emperor stayed in Ledao Hall. The two had not been together since they came back from Tangquan Palace. Now that they finally got the chance, it was natural that they were like dry wood meeting raging fire, and they were reluctant to part.

On the second day, the emperor exempted Lingrong from paying his respects and went to the morning court in a refreshed mood.

Although she had received the emperor's order, Lingrong still followed the rules and followed Noble Lady Fucha to Jingren Palace.

Now that Zhen Huan and Concubine Hua were under house arrest, the atmosphere when they paid their respects was much more peaceful. Although some people were still jealous, there were no conflicts.

I thought this visit would be so uneventful, but I didn't expect Noble Lady Fucha to suddenly feel nauseous, and a dry heave instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"What's wrong with Noble Lady Fucha? Is the pastry too greasy?" The Queen asked first. Her attitude was calm, but there was a dangerous light in her eyes.

Noble Lady Fucha just stroked her chest, but Sang'er answered cleverly with a look of joy on her face, "To answer the Queen, Imperial Doctor He took her pulse yesterday and said that our young lady is already two months pregnant."