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

In the side hall of the Yiku Palace, the incense smoke in front of the Buddha statue continued to curl, but it could not dispel the gloomy and damp atmosphere.

When Ruyi learned that A Ruo's father was rehabilitated and posthumously awarded a title, her face became gloomy and she looked less than human.

She recalled how A Ruo had betrayed her, causing her to spend four years in the cold palace.

If she had not been away for those years, giving Wei Yanwan the opportunity to take advantage of her, how could Wei Yanwan have lived so well and how could she have been disliked by the emperor.

Ruyi thought, although A'ruo was unkind, she could not be unjust. She wanted to let A'ruo in the underworld know that she had generously forgiven her.

So Ruyi picked up the needle and thread, pricked her fingertips, picked out a piece of colorful cloth, and began to embroider prayer flags for A Ruo.

Dongmei was a little puzzled. Who was A Ruo? Why had she never heard of this name before?

However, according to Dongmei's own logic, the master who loves to harm people is bad, and the people who are harmed by the master are good.

So all the prayer flags sewed by the master, no matter who made them, would be cut.

So she silently picked up the small pair of scissors that had been prepared long ago and cut a point on the "箬" character on the prayer flag.

Afterwards, Dongmei turned and went to the main hall to report on the progress of the prayer flags today.

When Wang Fuzhi heard that Ruyi dared to embroider her sister's name on the prayer flags, she tightly clenched the green Fenghe handkerchief in her hand.

She turned around and ordered, "I feel sorry for Concubine Xian's weak body after being tortured, so I specially give her chicken soup every day to nourish her body. Dongmei, I will leave this to you to supervise her to drink it, and I will reward her handsomely."

Dongmei felt that Concubine Dun was really kind-hearted. It was a pity to give such delicious chicken soup to her master.

Qiu Wen saw what Dong Mei, the greedy girl, was thinking and gave her a slap on the head.

"Silly girl, if you want to drink chicken soup, come to the small kitchen and I'll make you a separate pot for your master. Don't drink it secretly, understand?"

Dongmei rubbed her head, pouted and agreed.

Ruyi, who was sitting in the side hall, stared at the bowl of steaming chicken soup with butter floating in it. Ever since she left the Ministry of Punishment, she had returned to the share she had agreed to.

The imperial kitchen would not make such delicious chicken soup just for her.

Ruyi hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand, and picked up the chicken soup with three fingers on her two hands without armor. The silver armor on the other two fingers was placed perfectly on both sides, like hard crab claws.

Due to excessive blood loss, Ruyi's skin became more sallow, and the loose skin on her face gathered into a ball when she drank the soup, like fat around the waist.

Ruyi greedily licked the last drop of chicken soup in the bowl, then she had more strength and concentrated on embroidering the prayer flags.

On a windless moonlit night, Concubine Ling Wei Yanwan gave birth to a son, the emperor's thirteenth son.

The emperor was in his middle age and had a son, who was born to the favored Concubine Ling. Naturally, he was overjoyed and personally named him Yongyan.

In order to fulfill the promise that Wei Yang had made when she rescued Qingyou, the emperor immediately issued an edict to confer the title of Prince Jia on the 13th Prince Yongyan.

In addition, like Concubine Jia, Concubine Ling enjoyed the same allowances and ceremonial guards as a noble concubine.

Yongshou Palace

In the gilded animal-head golden censer, wisps of light green smoke swirled in the air, dispersing into the sky and filling the room with warm fragrance.

When Jinzhong, dressed in a blue dragon robe and a gold-embroidered satin belt, walked in lazily, he saw Princess Hejing painting under the west window.

The master was leaning on the rosewood bed with his eyelashes slightly drooped, staring at the Thirteenth Prince in the cradle.

The years have been especially gentle to her, leaving not a single wrinkle on her face but adding a bit of composure.

Jinzhong has been coming frequently these days, and the people in Yongshou Palace have become accustomed to Eunuch Jinzhong delivering the emperor's rewards every now and then.

Whether it was a whole set of perfume, boxes of Hepu South Pearls, or fashionable items from the West, as long as they were rare, they would be sent to Yongshou Palace.

Yan Wan knew that the emperor's order was just a reward, and the actual reward would be chosen by the messenger who went to the warehouse.

Therefore, all these gifts that pleased her were from Jinzhong without exception.

If you ask Jinzhong what he is thinking in this life, he has no idea.

In terms of status, he is now the chief steward of the emperor. No matter where he goes in the palace, he has to be respectfully addressed as Eunuch Jinzhong.

But in front of Ling Zhuer, he always felt that he should lie beside Ling Zhuer and be a caring and obedient lapdog.

The moment Yan Wan heard the voice and looked up, she met Shang Jinzhong's infatuated and ardent gaze, like a butterfly flying around her, lingering on her.

She had seen this look countless times in her previous life.

But in this life, she is rarely seen.

Jinzhong, who was bumped into by Concubine Ling, had two flushed cheeks and lowered his head a little embarrassedly.

"I am your servant, your Majesty. The Emperor has sent me here to deliver another reward."

Yan Wan just found it funny. In his previous life, Jinzhong's offensive was too fierce. She had never seen such a little Jinzhong.

"Eunuch Jinzhong, what good things have you picked out?"

Jinzhong was stunned. How did Lingzhuer know that these things were not pointed out by the emperor, but were picked out one by one by him from the warehouse.

He asked the people who followed him to present a set of twelve white jade rabbit ornaments that he had selected and place them on the table. Each one was vivid, translucent and cute.

Jingxuan put down the paintbrush in his hand, came over, pointed at a jade rabbit pounding medicine, his eyes curved into crescents, and said with a smile:

"Mother, Jingxuan likes this!"

Jinzhong looked at Jingxuan with gentle eyes. He felt that his son must have been as cute and lively as this when he was a child.

Yanwan asked Chunchan to take Jingxuan to the side hall to play with the whole set.

For a moment, apart from Yongyan, only Yanwan and Jinzhong were left in the palace.

There was a small table between Jinzhong and Yanwan. He stared at the smoke rising from the incense burner and said:

"My Lord, ever since Concubine Rong took Xiji Pills, she is no longer opposed to sleeping with His Majesty. Most of the time during the month, it was Concubine Rong who slept with His Majesty. It's just that I have been serving by His Majesty's side these past few days, and it seems that His Majesty is willing but unable to do so."

Yanwan slightly turned sideways, and stared at Jinzhong with a pair of watery eyes smiling.

"Then the emperor himself must have sensed it a long time ago. In the past few months, he has taken in several palace maids who served in front of the emperor as official women and concubines. I'm afraid he is trying to prove himself in another way."

Jinzhong's eyebrows knitted together and he said:

"Isn't it? The Emperor asked Imperial Doctor Jiang and Imperial Doctor Bao for some tonic medicine, but they only dared to prescribe some warming tonic prescriptions. The Emperor was not satisfied, so he naturally started to make trouble..."

Yan Wan seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and waves of emotion welled up in her eyes.

"Jinzhong, the emperor asked you to find these medicines for him, right?"

Jinzhong did not deny it, but became more silent.

Yan Wan thought of her previous life. After Ruyi cut her hair, the emperor ordered her to be executed in order to preserve his damn reputation.

Everything that happened in the previous life cannot be repeated, and she cannot bear to watch Jinzhong make the same mistakes again.

She controlled the trembling in her voice and whispered:

"Eunuch Jinzhong, listen to me and tell Concubine Rong about the advantages and disadvantages of those things. She hates the emperor, so I think she will be happy to use them."

Jinzhong smiled and a low laugh escaped from his throat. It was not that he could not think of a way to get others to make contributions, he just wanted to know that his master cared about him.

Wei Yanwan understood Jinzhong's evil intentions in an instant. She picked up the lion hydrangea on the bed and threw it into Jinzhong's arms.

"Well, you stinky slave, you are teasing me here."

Although there was a huge gap between them, their souls were connected. Jinzhong's smile deepened, and he lifted up his dark blue skirt and knelt down.

"Master, please don't be angry. I just want you to love me."