An Lingrong is reborn, the reorganized team is killing like crazy

"You are indeed a small family from a remote village. Why would you embarrass yourself in the palace?"

"It's really unlucky. I've never had such a job before. The concubines sent to the Yangxin Palace are sent out intact."

"She was born in a poor family. No matter how good the material is, it will be wasted on her."

"It seems that I overestimated An Changzai. He's gone this time, what about next time?"

"For someone like you, being able to serve and clean beside the emperor is already a blessing for you. You still think you are the favored Concubine An!"

"The woman I have doted on for so many years is actually not worthy of being a human being!"

"..."

"..."

In the dim light, these words and these people all attacked An Lingrong at the same time, as if they were going to transform into thousands of sharp swords and not stop until they pierced her to pieces...

An Lingrong stared blankly at everything in front of her until all the noises gradually faded away. Then she lowered her head and chuckled:

It's over...finally, it's all over.

"Yes, my life was not worth it..." An Lingrong murmured in self-mockery. The surroundings suddenly became dark. Standing in the darkness, An Lingrong did not feel panicked. She just stood there quietly, looking down on everything around her, as if she would stand there until the end of time.

She had lived a worthless life, she had no control over her life, her life, and her death. She finally had the final say over it. She never expected that in the afterlife, those people would still not let her go...

"Don't be afraid, Miss An. I am Zhen Huan's brother, Zhen Heng."

Suddenly, a voice made An Lingrong stunned. An Lingrong turned around and saw a figure standing under a beam of light behind her. Even without seeing the face, An Lingrong knew who that figure was.

That was her only comfort during every long and cold night in the deep palace.

"Is that you?" An Lingrong said as she took two steps forward...

"My lady, please wake up... My lady, why is your forehead so hot? I have asked Juqing to call the imperial physician. My lady, please wake up..."

Before I could see clearly the person in the beam of light, Baojuan's anxious voice came from my ear.

An Lingrong frowned. This... was Baojuan's voice. She hadn't heard Baojuan's voice for a long time. How could Baojuan be here too?

An Lingrong wanted to see clearly what was in her mind, and after struggling hard for a few times, she finally saw the scene clearly.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a scarlet gauze curtain embroidered with dark patterns...

No, where is this? This is neither the darkness she was in before, nor the Yanxi Palace where she was imprisoned. An Lingrong felt that her head was empty and she couldn't remember where she was at all.

"My lady, you are awake. The doctor will be here soon. How do you feel now?"

Baojuan's voice was still ringing in her ears. An Lingrong wanted her to shut up, so she opened her mouth slightly, but she felt her throat was so itchy that she couldn't make any sound.

She had no choice but to struggle and turn her head towards the sound, wanting to give Baojuan a look that would tell her to shut up, but what she saw was Baojuan’s face that was only sixteen or seventeen years old!

An Lingrong's pupils suddenly dilated. What on earth had happened?! How could Baojuan look the same as she did when she first entered the palace?!

As I was stunned, thousands of thoughts mixed with memories began to come flooding back like a tide...

An Lingrong had a severe headache and frowned. She wanted to rub her temples, but she felt her arms were too heavy to lift. She had to close her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't understand how such an incredible thing could happen.

It is said that a gentleman should not talk about strange and supernatural things. She finally stood up for herself and ended her life of being manipulated and bullied by others by committing suicide in the Yanx Palace. How come she has now returned to the time when she first entered the palace?

"My lady! My lady! What's wrong with you? The doctor will be here soon. Please don't scare me, my lady!"

Baojuan saw An Lingrong's painful expression, having just woken up but fallen asleep again. She worriedly touched her forehead with the back of her hand. It didn't seem as hot as before, but what was wrong with the young lady's painful expression...

"My lady, the imperial physician is here." Just at this moment, Juqing came in hurriedly and called out softly inside. Baojuan hurriedly lowered the gauze curtain and came out to greet the imperial physician.

"Your humble servant greets the young lady. May the young lady be well." Doctor Zhang at the door bowed in the outer hall.

"Master Zhang, please come in. The young lady has had a fever since nightfall. She just woke up once, but seems to have a headache again. Please come in and take a look..." Baojuan bowed to Doctor Zhang and led him into the inner room.

As they were talking, Baojuan had already walked to the bedside and gently took out An Lingrong's arm from the gauze curtain. Juqing, who was standing by, hurriedly put a veil on An Lingrong's wrist.

Doctor Zhang knelt in front of the curtain, lowered his head and took An Lingrong's pulse.

After a few breaths, Doctor Zhang stood up and retreated to the outside of the hall. Baojuan put An Lingrong's arm back into the tent, asked Juqing to stay and serve, and stood up and followed him out.

"Master Zhang, how is our young master now?" Baojuan came to the outer hall and saw Doctor Zhang packing up his medical box. She asked with a worried tone.

"My lady, have you been frightened recently?" Doctor Zhang asked, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a prescription.

"Lord Zhang is right. Our young lady was indeed frightened during the day. She developed a fever at night and has been in a coma ever since. Before you arrived, she woke up once, but her brows were furrowed and she seemed to have a headache again. Lord Zhang, please think of a solution quickly." Baojuan said anxiously, but she still told him everything she knew.

"Mistress An is just frightened and has a fever. She is not seriously ill. Don't worry, young lady. I will write a prescription for you. Have you take it on time. You will be cured in less than half a month." While Doctor Zhang was speaking, he never stopped writing. After he finished writing, he handed the prescription to Baojuan.

"Thank you very much, Lord Zhang." Baojuan bowed again to Doctor Zhang, took a look at the Juqing inside, and after Doctor Zhang packed up the medicine box, she followed him to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine.

"Water..." An Lingrong, who had recovered inside the gauze tent, opened her lips and teeth and finally made a sound. Her throat was really dry and itchy.

"My lady, you're awake." Ju Qing heard the voice and quickly came over, hung up the curtains, knelt down and came to An Lingrong:

"My lady, do you want some water?" Seeing An Lingrong wake up, Ju Qing gently helped her up, put a soft pillow behind her, tucked in the quilt, and turned around to pour some water.

An Lingrong looked at Ju Qing who was busy in front of her, feeling mixed emotions.

She actually came back! Back to the Forbidden City where people are eaten without leaving any bones!

"My lady, water." While she was thinking, Ju Qing had already served her freshly poured tea and reminded her, "My lady, be careful of the heat."

An Lingrong came back to her senses and took the tea. The aroma of honeysuckle hit her face. Juqing was thoughtful and brewed honeysuckle tea for her to clear away heat and detoxify.

She held the teacup in her hand and drank the tea slowly. Her every move and gesture revealed the demeanor of a superior. Ju Qing, who was standing by, felt that Miss An was different from before, but couldn't tell where the difference was.