Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

Ruyi looked at the chrysanthemums on the small table with satisfaction, and a satisfied smile blossomed on her rosy lips.

She called Qiu Wen, who wanted to go eat, and said hoarsely as if she was blowing bubbles in her throat:

"Qiu Wen, come with me to pick chrysanthemums."

Qiuwen touched her belly with a wronged look on her face and reluctantly sat opposite Ruyi.

Ruyi picked up a chrysanthemum with her hands covered in verdigris armor, stretched her neck and sniffed it gently.

“Not fragrant enough.”

Bang, and threw it aside.

Seeing Qiuwen pick out a handful in no time, Ruyi pouted in dissatisfaction.

She thought of Bai Ruiji's whip again, and her arm ached slightly. She stopped talking and started puffing out her cheeks.

"Qiu Wen, pick slowly and carefully."

Qiu Wen asked in confusion: "Master, is it necessary to be so careful in choosing? Won't it be applied to the wound in the end?"

Ruyi gave Qiuwen a disdainful look. Chrysanthemum is so precious, how could it be applied on a wound?

Qiu Wen is still too vulgar.

She continued to lift her still aching arm and picked the chrysanthemums one by one.

It was late at night and the candles in the Yiku Palace were flickering with their last remaining flames. The light in the palace was getting dimmer and dimmer. Sanbao was guarding the door and had already dozed off.

Qiu Wen was so hungry that she felt dizzy. She begged:

"Master, these chrysanthemums are enough. It's late. Let's take a rest."

Qiu Wen really couldn't bear it anymore. She had to help her master get up, wash, eat, and clean the bedroom early tomorrow morning.

Apart from cleaning the yard, which Sanbao could help her with, she had to do all the other work by herself.

Ruyi looked at the half-poured basket of chrysanthemums and finally stopped. She said in a sticky tone:

"Qiu Wen, take these chrysanthemums, add white angelica, magnolia and bitter buckwheat, and make a pillow for Ling Yunche. You must tell him that although every stitch of the pillow is yours, the chrysanthemums inside were all picked by me. I know he is suffering and has a strong anger, so this is specially made to give him some hope."

Qiu Wen: ???

Qiu Wen was so shocked that she almost wanted to overturn the dustpan.

Is Concubine Xian crazy?

She, the emperor's concubine, Ling Yunche, the eunuch in the palace, and Aunt Rong Pei's partner.

A married woman gives a pillow to a married man. Isn't this a clear sign of adultery written on her face?

Under Ruyi's admiring and indifferent gaze, Qiu Wen gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words:

"I won't go! I won't go even if I die! Eunuch Ling and you have already been suspected by the emperor. Why don't you stay away from him and send him a pillow?"

Ruyi had been rejected by Qiuwen once, and this time Qiuwen acted presumptuously in front of her again, making her feel very uncomfortable.

If Qiuwen didn't make this pillow, who would explain for her when she was framed again in the future?

There was a hint of anger in Ruyi's eyes, and she rolled her eyes in anger.

"Qiu Wen, how can you say that? Ling Yunche and I are innocent. If I avoid meeting you out of fear of being accused, it will only confirm the rumors."

Qiu Wen, who had witnessed Concubine Xian and Ling Yunche walking together, wanted to ask, are they really innocent, really?

She knelt on the ground, and the sound of her movements woke up Sanbao who was outside.

"Master, no matter what, I will never be your pillow! If you force me again, I will go to the Queen and plead my case!"

Ruyi couldn't persuade Qiuwen and could only glare at her to express her anger.

In the end, she could only let Qiuwen go back to rest, and she stared at the table full of chrysanthemums and buckwheat husks.

The pillow must be given as a gift. Since Qiuwen didn’t make it, she made it herself.

Ruyi hadn't done embroidery for a long time and couldn't find suitable fabric, so she could only look for it in her own bedroom.

She suddenly remembered that she had given Rong Pei and Ling Yunche a quilt.

It would be better to take the pillow I use, remove the core, and stuff it with chrysanthemums. It can not only give Ling Yunche warmth, but also match the quilt perfectly. It's a perfect match.

Ruyi decided to sleep on her own smooth ice silk pillow for another night, leaving behind her own fragrance and warmth.

After a good night's sleep, Ruyi began to bask in the sun on the chrysanthemums.

The winter sun is not very scorching after all. After being exposed to the sun for a day, the chrysanthemums have only wilted a little and are still very damp.

Ruyi lost her patience. She poured out the millet corn in her pillow, stuffed some buckwheat and chrysanthemum into the pillow randomly, and began to seal it.

In order to match Ling Yunche's identity, Ruyi also found a gray-brown bundle to wrap the pillow tightly.

She smiled. There really wasn't a single flaw in this. It was absolutely perfect.

In the Imperial Garden, it was raining and snowing today, and the snow fell wetly on the stone path of the Imperial Garden. Ling Yunche swept the ground for the whole morning.

He was hungry and dizzy, so he could only bend over and ask the steward in a flattering way:

"Father-in-law, isn't it time to eat?"

The steward covered his mouth and rolled his eyes at the sallow-faced, skinny little Lingzi, with a look of disgust on his face:

"After sweeping the Imperial Garden, go to the Cining Palace Garden. If you don't finish sweeping, you can't eat!"

Ling Yunche felt extremely aggrieved, tears falling down his face. Why, why was God so unfair to bully him like this.

Ling Yunche lowered his head. He felt pain in his body and legs, and he was hungry. How long could he survive with this crippled body?

Ruyi came to the Imperial Garden staggeringly with one hand burning and the other holding a bundle. When she saw someone talking to Ling Yunche, she secretly hid in the corner.

Hearing that Ling Yunche actually asked for food on his own initiative, she frowned unconsciously. Why was Ling Yunche still eating? Usually, when someone persuaded her to eat, she would refuse.

This makes her seem otherworldly.

Seeing her father-in-law leave, Ruyi forced a smile.

"Ling Yunche~Ling Yunche~"

Just like a long drought finally ending in a downpour, Ling Yunche was attracted by the calls. It was Concubine Xian's voice.

He thought of the day when Concubine Xian asked him to give his silver to Rong Pei. Could it be that Concubine Xian came to give him the silver?

Ruyi came out from the corner carrying a bag and walked in front of Ling Yunche.

When Ling Yunche saw the bundle, his heart instantly sank. Based on his understanding of Concubine Xian, this woman definitely could not come up with so much silver.

Maybe there was food in it? A few steaming white buns or a box of cakes could satisfy his hunger and fill his stomach.

Or, a thick cotton coat would be fine to keep him from freezing to death.

Ling Yunche dropped the broom and was about to bow to Ruyi when she helped him up.

Ling Yunche took the bundle, looking forward to it, but he heard sweet words coming out of Ruyi's hoarse throat.

"Ling Yunche, this pillow is made by me, using the chrysanthemum I personally picked and the ice silk pillowcase I used to sleep on. I know you suffer from the hardship of labor, so it is inevitable that you have a strong temper. I give this pillow to you to help you calm down."

Rain mixed with snow fell on Ling Yunche's shoulders, making him shiver.

But his heart was colder than the coldest days of winter. Was it just a pillow that Concubine Xian gave him?

Or is it a pillow to cool down one's temper? He is so cold and hungry, how can he still be angry?

Besides, he had been undergoing the purification for a long time. The greatest pain of the purification was that he had no energy and was indifferent to everything. Where did the anger come from?

Concubine Xian must be mocking him.

Ling Yunche took the pillow and clenched his fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He remembered the quilt sent by Concubine Xian, which caused him so much suffering. Now a pillow was sent as well, which made him feel like he was falling into a cold cave.

Why does she always give such worthless things? Is she so poor?

Ling Yunche gritted his teeth and said politely:

"Lady Xian, I guess you're not having a good time in Yikun Palace. You've really suffered a lot for taking the time and money to make pillows for me."

Ruyi saw Ling Yunche holding the bundle tightly and felt that he cherished her gift. She felt warm in her heart and all over.

She smiled and said, "Ling Yunche, I have never blamed you for my life. I don't blame you now, and I won't blame you in the future. What about you?"

Ling Yunche didn't dare to answer, because the seeds of resentment had already sprouted in his heart.

He could only bow and say, "Lady Xian, it's raining and snowing, please go back to the palace and warm up, don't catch a cold."

Ruyi blinked and twisted her body. She dared not disobey Ling Yunche's words.

So she left the Imperial Garden, looking back every few steps.

Under the shade of the plum trees, a slender figure wearing a rose-red crane cloak with a white fur collar witnessed everything and was slowly walking towards Ling Yunche.