Legend of Zhen Huan: Zhen Huan is reborn

075 The sound of music in the ears

(Jingren Palace)

Yi Zhengxiu sits upright and reads the daily notes carefully, making sure not to miss anything.

Apart from the routine affairs of going to Jingren Palace on the first and fifteenth days of each month, the events recorded on the rest of the days all revolve around Concubine Shu. Even Zhen Huan's figure only appears occasionally in between.

The concubines below were talking in low voices in private. Ever since Fu Cha Peiyun became delirious due to the grief of losing her son, Li Jingyan could only find Lu Yingfeng as someone to confide in.

"I think there is no need for the Queen to investigate so carefully. In recent days, except for visiting the Queen's palace on the first and fifteenth days of each month, the Emperor has been lingering in Concubine Shu's Yanxi Palace for the rest of the time, right?" Li Jingyan said softly.

(ps: Mu Wanrou went to Yanxi Palace, the bedroom where An Lingrong used to stay, while Fu Cha Peiyun was moved to Jiaolu Pavilion.

They say it is a quiet place, a good place to recuperate.)

"That's absolutely true. Even Concubine Xi, who was pregnant, was neglected because of this." Lu Yingfeng echoed, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.

Fang Chunyi was recently promoted to a noble lady and was given the title of "Zhen". This title aptly reflects her pure, innocent and clear-minded character, which is really very appropriate.

"Sister, I privately feel that the appearance of that noble lady Shu seems to be somewhat similar to yours." Fang Chunyi whispered in Zhen Huan's ear with a bit of mischief in her eyes.

Zhen Huan's face froze slightly when she heard this, and then she touched her lips with her finger, signaling her to be silent, and whispered softly: "In the Queen's Palace, you must be careful with your words and don't talk casually."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chunyi immediately restrained his expression and sat upright in the chair, like a primary school student listening attentively, well-behaved and quiet.

Zhen Huan looked at Fang Chunyi, who was so well-behaved, and a smile appeared on her lips.

She was well aware of Fang Chunyi's kindness and innocence, and also understood that moderation and appropriateness of words were particularly important in different situations.

Yixiu slowly closed her daily journal, with a gentle and generous smile on her face, and swept her eyes gently over everyone, "What interesting things are you sisters talking about? Why not share something with me?"

Lu Yingfeng answered at the right time, in a gentle tone: "The servants were just talking about how although the heat is unbearable these days, the cool breeze at night is quite rare and refreshing."

Upon hearing this, Yixiu sighed softly and said meaningfully: "On this hot summer day, the cool breeze can indeed bring a little comfort, but the wind also conveys some words invisibly, inadvertently touching my heartstrings, making me feel a little chilly."

Li Jingyan didn't seem to fully understand the meaning of the words, and blurted out: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. How can the wind have such power?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the concubines around her cast strange looks at them, as if they were watching an inadvertent farce.

Yixiu shook her head gently, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "The misfortune of Noble Lady Fucha makes me feel sad. The emperor needs someone to treat him gently and heal his heartache. Concubine Xi is pregnant with the Dragon Offspring, so she naturally needs to take good care of herself and not work too hard. Noble Lady Shu is like a breeze in the summer, who can comfort the emperor. If you feel uncomfortable, you may change your mind. This is also the process of the emperor's healing."

Concubine Jing expressed her opinion at the right time, and her words were full of respect: "As the head of the six palaces, the Empress is naturally able to see through everything and know who can best comfort the Emperor. I, your concubine, dare not speak rashly."

Zhen Huan also joined in, her words were gentle and appropriate: "Shu Guiren and I are sisters in the harem, we should support each other and build harmony together. As long as the emperor is happy, I will also be happy."

Upon hearing this, Yixiu nodded with satisfaction, and after a few brief greetings, she gently signaled everyone to leave and rest.

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As night falls, the lights in the Yanxi Palace are bright, illuminating the sleepless night.

The lingering and sad singing, like the gentlest melody in the night sky, penetrated the silence, turned into strands of silk, slowly interweaving in the air, weaving into a web of emotions that was both illusory and real.

This net quietly and silently enveloped Zhen Huan's heart, making her feel a subtle bondage amidst the hustle and bustle.

At the same time, the emotions of An Lingrong and the concubines were also gently moved by the song.

It is like an invisible force that transcends palace walls and distance, closely connecting everyone's emotions.

In this moment of tranquility and noise, they either sighed to the moon or lowered their brows in deep thought, with unspeakable emotions surging in their hearts.

The singing became the most gentle comfort in the deep palace and also the most complex emotional bond.

It allows Zhen Huan, An Lingrong and all those touched by this web to find a touch of resonance and comfort in each other's loneliness and longing.

However, this emotion is like the brightest star in the night sky. Although it is dazzling, it is also out of reach. While people yearn for it, they can't help but feel a little melancholy and helpless.

(Smashed Jade Pavilion)

Because Zhen Huan was pregnant, she went to bed in the palace early, while Huanbi and Liuzhu loyally waited outside the door to protect the tranquility.

The night was dark and the surroundings were quiet. Huanbi could no longer suppress her doubts and said to Liuzhu in a low voice, "Liuzhu, think carefully. Does that noble lady look familiar to you?"

When Liu Zhu heard this, a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "Indeed, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to our young master."

Huanbi's tone was filled with dissatisfaction and worry: "What do you think the emperor means? Our young master is still here, but he frequently visits the noble lady who looks like our young master. Isn't this putting our young master in an awkward position? What's more, our young master is pregnant with the Dragonborn."

Liu Zhu couldn't help but sigh when she heard this: "The harem is always so ruthless. New people emerge in an endless stream, and the favor of the old ones often disappears in the blink of an eye."

Then, she seemed to want to excuse the emperor, "But maybe the emperor just wanted to try something new. After all, the noble lady's singing voice is really beautiful."

"When it comes to singing, who can compare to Concubine Rou?" Huanbi retorted, her words revealing her dissatisfaction with the injustices in the harem.

Although the two people's whispers were outside the door, they pierced the silence in the room like a needle and also pierced Zhen Huan's heart.

Although she didn't say anything, every word she said fell clearly into her ears and touched the softest part of her heart.

Zhen Huan lay quietly without interrupting their conversation, because she knew that this was also the confusion and helplessness in her heart.

She smiled bitterly and closed her eyes, trying to block out all the trouble.

However, the bitterness and self-mockery in my heart surged like a tide.

Isn't she herself the shadow of Queen Chunyuan? In this deep palace, she is just the emperor's emotional sustenance and another person's sorrow.

Thinking of this, Zhen Huan felt mixed emotions and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.