An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

Not long after Zhen Huan returned to Yuedi Yunju, the Emperor rushed over.

Because of Shen Meizhuang's matter, the two of them sat in silence for a long time, still not knowing how to start the conversation.

Finally, it was Huanbi who brought some tea and snacks, breaking the silence in the room.

"Your Majesty and the young lady, may you be blessed with good health." Because Huanbi had injured her waist, she usually did some chores like serving tea and taking good care of herself.

Now that the emperor had come, she could only squat with difficulty, her whole body almost twisted in pain.

The emperor had some impression of this cunning slave. She deliberately pushed the concubine into the water, which was a capital crime.

If Concubine Hui had not begged for mercy, how could she have been spared?

At this moment, the emperor felt disgusted when he saw Huanbi, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhen Huan seemed a little strange.

"Okay, you can go down now." Zhen Huan calmly picked up the snack, picked up a piece, and put it to the emperor's mouth for him to taste. "Your Majesty, this snack is newly made by me, would you like to try it?"

The emperor nodded slightly. He had originally felt disgust towards Zhen Huan as well, but when he saw this face that looked like Chun Yuan, he couldn't help but miss her.

She is Zhen Changzai, the shameless woman who seduces the prince, and also Wanwan, who is well-read and resembles Chunyuan.

It’s a pity that Wanwan is similar to you, but not Wanwan.

"Just ask the palace maids to do these little things. It's a pity for you to worry about them. Please remember my preferences."

Zhen Huan smiled gently. She put down the cake that the emperor had bitten a bite of and poured a bowl of soup for him to drink.

"I am happy to do these things for the emperor." Zhen Huan knew what the emperor wanted to talk about, but she really didn't want to face the fact that she was going to take action against Shen Meiyu, so she had to drag it on.

But the emperor obviously didn't have such thoughts. He had finally had a child, but now he had to consider aborting the child. How could he not be worried?

"Mei'er is very sad today, and I feel very uncomfortable too."

Zhen Huan leaned close to the Emperor's shoulder, and the two of them breathed tenderly, but neither of them had any romantic thoughts.

"I don't think we can take all the words of those great monks seriously." Zhen Huan hesitated, but still tried to comfort them, "Although they are great monks, they are still mortals after all. Maybe they are wrong."

For some reason, the emperor inexplicably believed in these stories about gods and ghosts. Zhen Huan's words did not comfort him, but instead frowned even more.

"But what the Imperial Observatory said is really worrying."

Zhen Huan knew very well what the Imperial Observatory said. After all, that was her order. The twinkling of the Purple Star and the involvement of the Emperor were all driven by money.

He had to abort Sister Mei's fetus, but he didn't want to do it himself, so he had to rely on the astronomical theory to ensure that the fetus could be born smoothly.

After all, it's just an ominous sign for the fetus and it won't affect Sister Mei.

"Silang often stays with me, so that my dragon energy can protect me from being disturbed. If Sister Mei can do the same..."

"I can sleep on the same bed with you, but not with Mei'er."

Zhen Huan immediately understood why. She blushed and buried her head in the emperor's shoulder, refusing to look up. "Your Majesty is the ruler of a country. You cannot afford to make the slightest mistake.

Could it be that Sister Mei really cannot keep this baby?"

These words made the emperor silent. Although he wanted to abort Shen Meizhuang's fetus immediately, the child was innocent and it was ultimately caused by man-made disaster.

Now I have few children, and I have lost my sons one after another. If Concubine Hui dies again, I really don’t know when I can get the good news.

However, one cannot fully trust the celestial phenomena, so let's wait a little longer to see if Concubine Hui's health is really getting worse day by day as those monks said.

"Mei'er is sad, and I am sad too, so... let's keep her." The emperor let out a long sigh and suppressed his impatience. He looked at Zhen Huan, wondering whether he should go to the harem more often.

Zhen Huan clung to the Emperor, her heart in turmoil. The Queen was holding on to her own life, but the Emperor suddenly couldn't bear it and aborted his sister Mei's fetus.

How should I explain the current situation? If the matter between me and Prince Guo is brought up again, I am afraid I will have to spend my days in the cold palace.

But how could I bear to do it myself?

By September, the emperor wanted to return to the palace, but Shen Meizhuang suffered from repeated stomach discomfort, so he had to put the plan on hold and stay in the garden to recuperate.

In order to cleanse the wronged souls in the palace, the Queen held a water and land ceremony, but it had little effect. Shen Meizhuang still suffered from frequent abdominal pain and bleeding, and the fetus was almost impossible to save.

As for the Emperor, he often went to visit Shen Meizhuang at first, but because he couldn't stay overnight, he followed Shen Meizhuang's advice and often stayed overnight at Zhen Huan's place.

But it seems that it is really because of the influence of the "ghost fetus" in Shen Meizhuang's belly that the emperor has been feeling unwell in recent days. One day, when he was playing chess with Prince Guo, he coughed violently and a lot of blood flowed from his nose.

The imperial physician did not find any clues after taking the emperor's pulse. He only said that the emperor might have taken too much tonic, which caused excess qi and blood, and caused the nosebleed.

But the emperor was very disciplined about his diet, and the empress was nosy and meddlesome, so the emperor had never over-supplemented himself.

In desperation, the emperor had to call the Imperial Observatory for questioning again.

The visitor was still the deputy envoy Ji Weisheng, who said frankly that the main envoy was resting due to illness and could not meet the emperor.

Ji Weisheng replied as before, saying that the dim light of the Purple Star indicated that the emperor was ill. If the Purple Star could not regain its brightness for a long time, the emperor's life would be in danger.

"After the water and land ceremony, the light of the Purple Star was restored, but it only lasted for two days. I think there are still evil spirits in the palace that have not been eliminated."

"Do you know what the evil spirit is?"

Ji Weisheng shook his head again and again, indicating that he had no knowledge of evil spirits. He thought it would be better to ask some enlightened monks to answer the emperor's questions and resolve his doubts.

The emperor already had the answer in his mind. He swung his beads and finally ordered Su Peisheng to invite those monks over.

Just like Ji Weisheng, these monks still used the same excuse as before, that it was the "ghost fetus" in Concubine Hui's belly that did evil, causing countless wronged souls who had died in the palace to haunt the palace. It was just a water and land ritual, but it was still not enough to completely eliminate the evil.

“I originally thought that the fetus in Lady Hui’s belly was just trying to take advantage of the opportunity to be born, but I discovered it in the past few days.

This ghost fetus just wants to suck out the mother's essence and break out of the body, just to avenge the injustice it has suffered."

"It's an injustice, but Concubine Hui has never harmed anyone." The emperor frowned. He sent people to look for Xiao Yinzi's family some days ago, but found that Xiao Yinzi's family had passed away for some reason a long time ago. He wanted to use some gentle means, but it was no longer possible.

“Empress Hui may not have done any harm, but I think she helped the tyrant to commit atrocities, and that’s why she suffered this misfortune.

Everything has its own cycle of cause and effect. If you sow evil seeds, you will reap evil fruits. What is happening now is a testament to this.”

Concubine Hui had the closest relationship with Concubine Zhen. It seemed that it was the mistakes made by these two that led to today's disaster.

"If you want to know the solution, Your Majesty, I have only one thing to say: the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it."

The monk left with only this ambiguous remark and asked to leave, leaving the emperor alone in the hall counting his beads without saying a word for a long time.

Finally, when it was getting dark, the emperor slowly got up and went to Yuedi Yunju again.

Lingrong didn't know at this time that the emperor was planning with Zhen Huan on how to get rid of the royal heir in Shen Meizhuang's belly.

All she was thinking about now was how to deal with Baoque so that she could never hurt herself again.

Ling Rong wanted to poison Bao Que to death, but she was worried that Zhao Shui and others would think that she was cruel and intolerant, and would betray her master in the future.

After thinking it over, she decided to send Zhaoshui and the others away and only called Baoque over.

"My lady, these are the grapes that Sister Zhaoshui asked me to bring. Would you like me to peel a few for you to taste?"

Lingrong smiled and shook her head. She motioned Baoque to sit down and stared at Baoque without blinking.

Bao Que felt a little scared when being looked at, and kept clenching his fingers, "My dear, do you have any instructions for me?"

"I called in the imperial physician yesterday to check my pulse, and he found musk in the palace. Baoque, do you know how this musk got into Shuimu Mingse?"

Baoque subconsciously glanced at the flowers on the table. She swallowed and shook her head to indicate that she didn't know.

“Bao Que, calling you here today proves that I have a reason.

You have served me for a year, and you know my temper best."

Hearing Ling Rong's questioning, Bao Que knew that what she had done had been exposed. She fell to her knees and kowtowed several times.

"I am sorry, my lady. I shouldn't have brought those harmful things into your bedroom." Baoque's eyes were filled with tears. She did not defend herself at all, but tried to pretend to be calm and stated the facts.

Lingrong wanted to wait for her to cry and complain that she was coerced into doing something wrong, but Baoque did not say a word. She just knelt there obediently, wiping her tears.

"I think I've treated you well, Baoque, why are you doing this?"

"My lady, I have had another master since the beginning." Bao Que sighed, "I know that you are always kind and have never said anything bad to me, but there can only be one master.

Bao Que's master is not the young master."

Ling Rong's smile froze on her face. She had thought that she could use her kindness to Bao Que to persuade this servant to rebel and serve her.

However, he never expected that Baoque was a loyal woman and no matter how well he treated her, he could not shake her loyalty.

"In that case, you won't reveal who the master behind this is, right?"

Bao Que nodded firmly, took off the sachet from her waist, held it in both hands and returned it to Ling Rong. "Although this sachet is good, I am not worthy of it. I will return it to you, and you can give it to the newcomer in the future."

Ling Rong stared at the sachet for a long time before she reached out and took it back.

It's not that Baoque is not worthy of him, but the embroidery on it was indeed made by his own hands. If he leaves it to Baoque, there is no guarantee that it will not become a weapon to frame him.

"You and I were master and servant in the past, and we still had some sincerity towards each other. I really can't bear to see it come to this.

You should leave on your own accord and seek another wise master."

Baoque had already prepared for Lingrong to make a big fuss about this matter. After all, the musk put into the flower was a scent that could prevent pregnancy, and it would never be handled so lightly.

But Lingrong did just that. Baoque was stunned for a long time before he kowtowed again and said goodbye to Lingrong.

Baoque didn't let Lingrong wait too long. Perhaps she found the queen and was easily transferred out of Shuimu Mingse.

Seeing another acquaintance leaving, Xiao Chizi couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was afraid that his master didn't like the old subordinates who were sent away at the beginning and planned to train new people.

In order to prevent the people below from losing their morale, Ling Rong specially picked a time to give them a speech and rewarded them with a large sum of silver, only then did she successfully appease their hearts.

It was more different for Xiao Chizi. Ling Rong told him everything about Bao Que and gave him the opportunity to choose whether to leave and find a better master, or continue to work for her.

Xiao Chizi finally stayed, but Bao Que and Bao Juan both left because they betrayed their master.

He swore to Lingrong that no matter what, he would not be the third one to leave.

Lingrong did not believe these vows, but seeing Xiaochizi's loyalty, she smiled and praised him.

Up to now, Shuimu Mingse's palace servants have been cleared out, and there are no more hidden agents of others in the open.

These were the only two good things. The other good thing was that the relationship between Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan became worse.

Because of the evil spirit of Xiao Yinzi, the child in Shen Meizhuang's belly was given the reputation of a "ghost fetus".

The root of all this is the affair between Zhen Huan and Prince Guo.

"Sister Mei, Doctor Wen has also checked your pulse. The baby in your belly...is getting weaker."

Shen Meizhuang's face turned pale and her lower abdomen ached. She waved her hands and had almost no strength to talk to Zhen Huan.

She closed her eyes tightly, the corners of her mouth trembling slightly, "Huan'er, Doctor Wen, do you have any way to save the baby?"

Although it was not as hot as July, she was still sweating when she moved. In such a warm environment, Shen Meizhuang seemed to be freezing cold, shivering slightly under the quilt.

Zhen Huan also looked unhappy. She sighed and handed the medicine she had just boiled to Shen Meizhuang, "Doctor Wen has already prescribed medicine to protect the fetus. I think it is really the work of the wronged spirit that has caused you and the child to become so weak in the past few days.

Sister Mei, Huan'er doesn't want to lose you, this child... really can't be kept."

Seeing Zhen Huan crying, Shen Meizhuang's anger subsided a little, but when she heard Zhen Huan say she wanted to abort the child, she immediately became angry.

She picked up the bowl of bitter medicine and drank it in big gulps, then threw the bowl to the ground with a bang, which scared Zhen Huan.

"Huan'er, the root of all this is you. Anyone can say they don't want to protect this child, but you can't."

"Sister Mei, Huan'er just doesn't want anything to happen to you."

Shen Meizhuang was still furious. She could not bear to hear another word from Zhen Huan. She pointed to the door with shaking fingers and shouted at Zhen Huan to leave.

"Go away! Don't ever step into Bitong Academy again! Go away!"

Zhen Huan had never seen Shen Meizhuang so angry. Her tears dried on her cheeks, but even the tears could not wash away the grievances in her heart.

She covered her face, said only "Take care, Sister Mei", and left Bitong Academy quickly with a wronged look on her face.

Not long after Zhen Huan left, Shen Meizhuang felt pain in her abdomen and red fluid began to flow between her legs.

“Gathering stars…Gathering stars…”