An Lingrong after rebirth

Concubine Li died...

"What?" The emperor stood up suddenly, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He shouted loudly: "How could Concubine Li... This is impossible!"

The eunuch at the side lowered his head and said with a sad face: "Your Majesty, the imperial physician just reported that Concubine Li has passed away."

The emperor's eyes widened, his body trembling slightly, and he couldn't accept this fact for a moment. He and Concubine Li had known each other for many years and had a deep relationship with each other, but now he suddenly heard the news of her death, and his heart was filled with grief.

The emperor slowly sat back in his chair, propping his head up with his hands, tears glistening in his eyes. He recalled every moment he had spent with Concubine Li, and those beautiful memories flooded into his mind like a tide, making him feel heartbroken.

He murmured to himself, "I don't believe it. I absolutely don't believe it. The imperial physician must have misdiagnosed me."

The eunuch comforted him softly, "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences and take care of yourself."

The emperor raised his head, his eyes full of pain and despair. He ordered: "Pass on my order, bury Concubine Li with honor!"

The eunuch responded and turned away. The emperor sat there alone, unable to calm down for a long time. He knew that from now on, there would be one less gentle and kind woman in the palace, and his heart would be forever left with a deep scar.

The emperor closed his eyes, a tear rolled down his cheek. His thoughts drifted away, as if he had returned to the day when he first met Concubine Li. At that time, she was beautiful and graceful, and the emperor fell in love with her at first sight.

In the days that followed, they spent many happy times together and experienced countless hardships together. However, now she has passed away first, leaving the emperor feeling lonely and helpless.

After a long silence, the emperor slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of determination. He decided to visit Concubine Li's body in person and send her off.

The emperor stood up and walked towards the bedroom of Concubine Li with heavy steps. Along the way, the palace maids and guards bowed their heads silently, and the whole palace was filled with a sad atmosphere.

An Lingrong suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed. She stared with wide eyes and looked around in shock, her heart full of doubts and fear: "I... Am I not dead? How come I woke up here?" Her heartbeat accelerated, her breathing became rapid, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

She tried to recall the scene before her death, and the painful memories came flooding back to her mind. She remembered that she was sentenced to death by the emperor after Zhen Huan reported her crime. She drank the poisoned wine in despair, feeling her life slipping away. But now, she was miraculously resurrected, which shocked her.

An Lingrong subconsciously touched her throat and found no trace of poisoned wine. She sniffed the air around her and smelled a familiar and bitter smell of medicine. She looked down at her body and found that she was wearing a thin nightgown stained with sweat.

She frowned and muttered to herself, "Did I just have a nightmare? Or is this all an illusion?" She tried to convince herself, but deep in her heart there was a strong feeling telling her that this was not a dream.

She staggered out of bed and staggered to the dressing table. The mirror reflected her pale face and messy hair, exactly the same as when she died. She reached out her hand tremblingly and gently touched herself in the mirror to confirm that it was really her.

An Lingrong's eyes gradually became firm, and she realized that she had to face reality. No matter what happened, she had to find a way to figure out the reason. She took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and decided not to escape anymore, but to bravely explore this strange environment.

An Lingrong tidied her clothes and opened the door. She was shocked by the scene outside the door. She was actually in a dilapidated palace.

The cold wind whistled past her, making her shiver. She hugged her arms tightly, looking around vigilantly.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and An Lingrong hid behind the door nervously. A strange figure approached and finally stopped in front of her.

"Who are you?" An Lingrong asked courageously.

"I am the guardian of this place." The mysterious man's voice was cold and low. "Why did you come here?"

An Lingrong narrated her experience. After a moment of silence, the mysterious man told her that this was the boundary between life and death, and that she, a dead person, should not wake up here.

"Do you have unfinished business?" The mysterious man stared into An Lingrong's eyes, as if he could see through her innermost thoughts.

An Lingrong pondered, and a feeling of unwillingness welled up in her heart. She knew that her fate was ill-fated and her life was full of tragedy, but she could never let it go. Perhaps, in this world, there was something else waiting for her to accomplish? So, she decided to follow the mysterious man to find the answer.

The two walked through the dark corridor and came to a secret room. The secret room was filled with an old atmosphere, and the walls were covered with old portraits and rare treasures. In the center of the secret room, there was an ancient mirror, and the mirror surface was shining with a faint light.

"This is the mirror of truth. It will reveal your truest desires." The mysterious man's voice echoed in the air, carrying with it an inexplicable sense of mystery.

An Lingrong stared at the mirror, and the mirror surface gradually rippled. Then, she saw her past life. She saw her honor and disgrace in the palace, the intrigues with other concubines, and her own joys and sorrows. However, when the picture gradually became clear, a blurry figure appeared in the mirror.

An Lingrong took a closer look and was shocked. It was Zhen Huan!

"It's her! She is the one who hurt me!" An Lingrong shouted in grief and anger, with fire flashing in her eyes.

The mysterious man shook his head slightly and sighed, "Everything has cause and effect. Have you ever thought that what you have done is your own fault?" His words were like a sharp sword, piercing An Lingrong's heart.

An Lingrong fell into deep contemplation, and she began to seriously reflect on the mistakes she had made. Looking back on the days when she was blinded by jealousy and hatred, she felt only regret.

"Now, you have a chance to change the outcome of the past. However, this opportunity is not without cost. You must let go of the hatred in your heart and redeem yourself with love. Only in this way can you truly be liberated." The mysterious man's tone became unusually solemn.

An Lingrong showed a hint of hesitation on her face, but soon, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "I'm willing to give it a try."

The mysterious man smiled with satisfaction. He waved his hand gently, and a strange light flashed by, as if some kind of mechanism had been activated. At this moment, a dazzling light enveloped An Lingrong and the mysterious man. In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared from the spot...

An Lingrong opened her eyes again and found herself back in time, two years before she entered the palace.

This time, she was determined not to repeat the same mistakes, let go of hatred, and treat others with love and tolerance.