Legend of Zhen Huan: Rebirth of Zhen Huan

The emperor thought for a long time, then looked at Concubine Duan calmly and said:

"Get up!"

Concubine Duan slowly raised her head and looked at the emperor, and found that the unhappiness on his face had completely disappeared.

So he stood up with the help of Jixiang.

"Ahem...Your Majesty..."

"Well, since you have a loving mother's heart, I will grant your wish."

"I will immediately issue an order to hand over the Fourth Prince to you for upbringing."

Concubine Duan's expression changed from anticipation to joy, and when she looked at the emperor, crystal tears flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, she felt that the emperor finally saw her grievances!

She stood there in a daze for a while, then let go of Jixiang's hand and knelt down directly in front of the emperor:

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After saying this, Concubine Duan bowed her head deeply to the ground.

She really won the bet!

When the news spread everywhere, many people were disdainful.

They felt that the sickly Concubine Duan posed no threat to them at all!

To put it bluntly, he is just a person who has been ill and neglected for a long time and wants to find a little comfort in his future life.

Bitong Academy.

Zhen Huan knew that this was a matter of time, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

She had never expected that Concubine Duan would go and ask for the favor in person!

After all, in the previous life, Concubine Duan had always relied on "forbearance" to have the last laugh.

Zhen Huan knew that the Emperor felt guilty towards Concubine Duan!

Whenever the emperor saw her frail body, he would remember the contribution of the bowl of pregnancy-maintaining medicine she brought.

His heart softened!

It was natural for him to agree to Concubine Duan's request!

But how could she bear it when her sister Hua Fei was on the opposite side of this matter?

The last time when it came to Wen Yi, she had made it clear that no matter who had the custody, it must not be in the hands of Concubine Duan!

But this time, the emperor's order came down so quickly that there was no room for maneuver!

Maybe right now, my son is already throwing things in the hall to vent his anger?

But the emperor will definitely appease Concubine Hua on this matter...

Thinking of this, Zhen Huan hurriedly wrote a letter and asked someone to secretly send it to Qingliang Palace.

Qingliang Hall.

"The Emperor let that bitch raise the Fourth Prince!"

"She 'killed' my child, and the Emperor actually asked her to raise the Fourth Prince!"

Before the news came, Concubine Hua was leaning on the couch with her eyes closed, supporting her head with her hands, enjoying Songzhi's massage.

When Zhou Ninghai limped into the palace and reported the news to Concubine Hua.

The expression on Concubine Hua's face immediately turned gloomy.

She quickly retracted her legs, stood up from the couch, walked to the table and started smashing it.

Zhou Ninghai and Song Zhi were both trying to persuade her, but this matter was an everlasting pain in Hua Fei's heart and no one could persuade her!

I guess even if the emperor went there, he would still have to see her expression at this time!

At this moment, the person sent by Zhen Huan to deliver the letter had arrived at the door. When Song Zhi saw him, she quickly gave him a look, signaling him not to come in.

Then Songzhi hurried out.

After coming in again, Songzhi looked at Concubine Hua and said cautiously:

"Your Majesty, Concubine Wan sent someone to deliver a letter."

"He said...he said he would show it to you after you had finished smashing your things and venting your anger."

Songzhi lowered her head and said all these words in one breath.

Then, he stood there motionless, with a look of being ready to die, waiting for Concubine Hua to speak or get angry.

When Concubine Hua heard that the letter was written by Zhen Huan, her expression softened a little. She glanced at Song Zhi:

"Read!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Songzhi received the order from Concubine Hua and hurriedly opened the envelope.

"Tears are the best weapon compared to anger."