Legend of Zhen Huan: Zhen Huan is reborn

116 Cao Qinmo is offline~

Spring is approaching quietly and everything is reviving, but a sad news comes from the palace.

Cao Qinmo, the woman known for her wisdom in the harem, ultimately failed to survive this cold winter. Her life was frozen in the days leading to spring, adding an unspeakable sadness to this season that was about to bloom with vitality.

When the palace maid hurried over to report the news, Zhen Huan was sitting with Shen Meizhuang and several sisters, enjoying their rare leisure time and chatting in low voices.

However, this sudden bad news was like a gust of cold wind that instantly blew away the warmth in the room and froze the smiles on everyone's faces.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan couldn't help but feel a surge of complicated emotions in her heart.

Although Cao Qinmo was not her best friend, they had met before and competed with each other in wits and strategies. Although they had different positions, she had some respect for this woman.

Now, the person is gone, leaving behind only endless emotion and sighs.

"Life is unpredictable and like a dream." Zhen Huan sighed softly, breaking the silence in the room, "Although Cao Qinmo's life has been up and down in the palace, she has lived a fulfilling life."

Upon hearing this, Shen Meizhuang frowned, her eyes full of disbelief, "Why is it so sudden? Although she is not favored on weekdays, she has never been reported to have any serious illness or disaster. How could she suddenly..."

Zhen Huan sighed softly and looked out the window with deep eyes. She seemed to be recalling something, and seemed tired of the intrigues in the palace.

"Doctor Wen once quietly told me that the Emperor and the Queen Mother had long been dissatisfied with Concubine Xiang and could not tolerate her continuing to live in the palace, so they instructed the people around Concubine Xiang to give her a drug that would cause people to have nightmares and become increasingly depressed. Now that Nian Shilan has passed away, everyone would think that Concubine Xiang died of a heart attack caused by guilt."

At this point, Zhen Huan's tone was a little more helpless. "Before, the Queen Mother had warned the Imperial Hospital not to meddle in other people's business. To protect themselves, those doctors could only play dumb and watch Cao Qinmo walk towards death step by step."

After hearing this, An Lingrong's face became even more serious. She had never expected that the power struggle in the palace would be so cruel that even a life could be sacrificed so easily.

"Every step in the harem is so thrilling. One can be doomed if one is not careful." She murmured to herself, with a hint of worry about the future in her eyes.

Shen Meizhuang shook her head slightly, with a bit of emotion in her tone: "Cao Qinmo is indeed very scheming, but she still underestimated the means and determination of the emperor and the queen mother. In this harem, scheming and power are certainly important, but if there is not enough background and strength to support it, it will only be a pawn in the hands of others."

Zhen Huan nodded and agreed, "Yes, Xiangpin was able to betray Huafei for her own benefit. Although this behavior is despicable, it also shows her ambition and unscrupulousness. There is no guarantee that she will not push any of us into the abyss in the future for a higher position or greater benefits."

An Lingrong took over the conversation, her tone carrying a bit of pity: "It's just pitiful for Princess Wen Yi. She lost her mother when she was so young. How many children in the harem can truly enjoy the warmth of maternal love?"

Hearing this, Zhen Huan's eyes became soft and deep. She thought of Concubine Duan. Zhen Huan already had a plan in her mind. She decided to do something for Princess Wen Yi, at least to let this innocent child get the care and protection she deserves.

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"Your wound has been properly bandaged. However, judging from the condition of the injury, although it has improved slightly, there are signs of relapses. I beg for forgiveness. It is indeed due to my limited skills that I have not been able to do it perfectly." Wen Shichu said humbly.

"Your Excellency does not need to blame yourself too much. The root cause of this situation is my weak constitution. Instead, I would like to trouble you to take the trouble to visit and take care of me." Shen Meizhuang responded with her unique gentleness.

"Your Excellency Hui, you are too kind. I will come to visit you again tomorrow. I have asked someone to boil the medicine for internal use. I hope you will take it on time to aid your recovery. I will take my leave first. I hope Your Excellency Hui will take care of yourself." Wen Shichu said respectfully.

"Lord Wen, please slow down and be careful." Shen Meizhuang said goodbye softly, revealing a hint of concern in her words.

Wen Shichu quietly left the room, and then Caiyue walked in with a bowl of steaming hot medicine in her hand, and reported softly: "My lady, this is the new medicine that Doctor Wen specially prepared for you today."

Shen Meizhuang's eyes fell on the bowl of medicine, her brows slightly furrowed, her mind tossing and turning, and finally she whispered, "This medicine tastes too bitter, go get me some candied fruit to make it less bitter."

"Yes, sir." Cai Yue responded and stepped back. When she turned to leave, Shen Meizhuang quickly picked up the medicine bowl and calmly poured all the medicine into the spittoon beside her.

(Hall of Mental Cultivation)

"A court official submitted a memorial, mentioning that Yunzhen had repeatedly complained in prison and even accused me of being a villain, saying that I had used my wife and children as hostages to force him to submit." Yinzhen spoke of this in a calm tone.

"The world is unpredictable. Winners take all, and losers are bandits. Yun? You used to be a distinguished prince, but now you're a prisoner. It's normal for you to feel resentful and complain. But, does the emperor have a decision on this remark? What do you want to do with it?" Zhen Huan continued, her words gentle but sharp. Before she finished speaking, Yinzhen threw the memorial in his hand onto the table, his action revealed a bit of determination.

When Zhen Huan saw this, she understood Yinzhen's intentions and considerations.

"The emperor's decision has its reasons. Yun? is a traitor and deserves death. It is not excessive to kill him. However, I dare to ask, is the emperor's anger today only due to Yun?'s complaint?" Zhen Huan's words were gentle, but they hit the nail on the head.

"Hanhuan, you know my heart well. What I worry about is not just the voice of Yun?, but the voices of people all over the world. The way of an emperor is based on the people's hearts. I don't want to cause criticism from people all over the world and shake the foundation of the country because of my own selfishness." Yinzhen's eyes were deep and his words were solemn, revealing his deeper considerations.

"It seems that the emperor has already made up his mind and has decided on a countermeasure." Zhen Huan smiled, her eyes flashing with admiration for Yinzhen's wisdom.

"That's right. I have made up my mind. I want to grant Hongxuan a nominal title to show the emperor's grace and to stop the gossips." Yinzhen's tone revealed a kind of confidence.

"Although Yun Huan resents the Emperor for forcing her with family affection, the Emperor repays her with virtue and practices benevolent politics. This not only demonstrates the Emperor's grace, but also provides orphans and children with a place to rely on. People in the world naturally have nothing to say, and criticisms disappear." Zhen Huan's words were full of understanding and appreciation for Yinzhen's decision.

"Although Hongxuan is young, I just like his youth." Yinzhen smiled, then turned to the desk and said softly: "Grind the ink."

At this time, Su Peisheng stepped into the hall and reported respectfully: "Your Majesty, the seventh-day memorial ceremony for Concubine Dunsu will be held in Baohua Hall soon. May I ask if Your Majesty will attend in person?"

"I have understood and will be there shortly." Yinzhen responded briefly, his tone revealing a hint of grief for the deceased.

"Yeah." Su Peisheng responded and stepped back.

Seeing this, Zhen Huan gently put down the inkstone in her hand and said softly: "I will take my leave first and not disturb the emperor from handling state affairs and memorial services."

After she finished speaking, she slowly turned around, bowed and left, leaving Yinzhen alone to ponder over the documents.