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

"Your Majesty." As soon as Zhen Huan left, An Lingrong looked up and called out, using 90% of her pure voice to pronounce these two words.

Upon hearing the voice, the emperor looked at the person in front of him, straightened his body unconsciously, stepped forward and held An Lingrong's hand, his eyes flashing slightly.

"Shouldn't I be angry about this? I know they are all equally heartless, but I still have to ask?"

The emperor's voice was very low. An Lingrong knew that during these days, the emperor must still have some feelings for Zhen Huan.

An Lingrong thought that the Emperor's heart had been chilled by Zhen Huan's tactic of playing hard to get during the last "Butterfly Petition". She did not expect that the Emperor would fall into it again when facing that face that looked so much like Chun Yuan every day. She also underestimated the effectiveness of "Wan Wan Lei Qing".

"Your Majesty." An Lingrong called again.

"Rong'er, I was stubborn and refused to change my mind. Today I finally see clearly that even if a fake looks like the original, it is not that person after all." The emperor said as he closed his eyes, looking somewhat dejected.

"Your Majesty, are you talking about my handwriting? No matter how similar it is, I still can't write with the same carefreeness and style as you do? I don't care. Your Majesty just praised my good handwriting!"

An Lingrong smiled and pointed at the calligraphy she had written on the low table. She spoke in a coquettish tone and then pretended to be angry.

The emperor looked at the paper on the low table, and finally smiled, saying, "I didn't say it was bad, you wrote it very well!"

As the emperor spoke, he pulled An Lingrong to his side and stroked her face with his hand.

"Rong'er, I really like you, you..." the emperor spoke. An Lingrong acted shy and nodded. Seeing this, the emperor's expression suddenly became bright again.

*

Soon it was the twelfth day of the winter month, the day of Zhen Huan's canonization ceremony.

As soon as the day broke, snowflakes began to fall outside. An Lingrong sat in front of the embroidery frame by the window of the study, embroidering her work.

The thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is the Emperor's Birthday Festival. This is the birthday gift she prepared for the Emperor. Although the embroidery is not large, An Lingrong has been embroidering it for half a year, and now it is time to finish it.

"My lady, Concubine Xin asked Zhu'er to bring some red plums to put in the vase." Juqing's voice came. An Lingrong looked towards the outer hall and saw Zhu'er walking in with a bunch of red plums, with snow still on her body.

"Empress Chen, the flowers my young mistress asked me to pick were those buds that had not fully opened. She said that they would bloom longer this way." Zhu'er said with a smile, and An Lingrong nodded.

She watched Juqing put the red plums into the plum vase and placed it on the antique shelf that could be seen at the entrance, and suddenly she remembered Chun'er holding the red plums and playing with Rongjin in the snow.

In the winter of the past two years, Xinpin would place a vase of red plum blossoms in the west side hall where Chun'er once lived as a commemoration, just because Chun'er loved Rongjin so much back then.

This also reminded An Lingrong of Zhen Huan's petition in Yimei Garden using red plums and butterflies. She blamed Shen Meiyu for not saving Chun'er. I wonder if she would think of Chun'er when she saw the red plums?

In this way, it is clear at a glance who truly cares about Chun'er's kindness and who is just saying it.

"Baoque just made red date curd this morning. Rongjin loves it. You can take some back." An Lingrong came back to her senses and looked at Zhu'er and said with a smile. Zhu'er also smiled and agreed. Juqing took her to the small kitchen.

As soon as Zhu'er left, Luying came in and said that Concubine Rui had arrived.

"Why did you come here in the wind and snow? Is there something urgent?" Upon hearing the voice, An Lingrong covered the embroidery with a silk handkerchief, stood up and walked out of the study. When she passed the main hall, she saw Fu Cha who had already entered.

"I'm not happy about Concubine Wan's enthronement ceremony." Fu Cha said without hesitation, unbuttoning his cloak while speaking. Sang'er took it from behind and took it out to shake off the snow. Fu Cha walked forward and carried An Lingrong to the inner hall.

"You dare to say anything more and more." An Lingrong said and tapped her arm.

"There are no outsiders here." Fu Cha said as he sat on the Arhat bed, his expression still not very happy.

Luying brought in some tea. An Lingrong raised her head, put down the tea and left.

"Didn't you say that Concubine Duan would take action?" Fu Cha looked outside this time and spoke to An Lingrong in a low voice.

"Ordinarily, she should take action." An Lingrong said as she looked out the window, only to see heavy snow falling outside. She hadn't figured out these past few days why Concubine Duan didn't take action?

Not only did he not take any action, he seemed to be quite concerned about the ceremony of enthronement.

"Don't you think it's abnormal too? I heard yesterday that she was so busy preparing for Concubine Wan's enthronement ceremony today that she didn't even have time to prepare meals..." Fu Cha looked at An Lingrong with a look of certainty.

"It's abnormal." An Lingrong nodded thoughtfully.

"Why do you think she didn't take action?" Fu Cha continued.

"I really haven't asked anyone..." Suddenly, An Lingrong remembered the reason why Zhen Huan failed to become a concubine in the previous life.

"The Queen's funeral was handled by Concubine Duan, right?!" An Lingrong suddenly looked at Fu Cha and said.

"Ah? Why do you suddenly ask this? Let me think about it, it's been too long..." Fu Cha spoke after thinking.

"Yes! The emperor entrusted it to her!" An Lingrong said, grabbing Fu Cha's hand.

"So what if she arranged it? What does this have to do with the Queen?" Fu Cha was confused.

"So it is, so it is, is it really fate?..." An Lingrong murmured, and Fu Cha became even more confused.

"What did you say? I don't understand." Fu Cha looked at An Lingrong and pulled her hand.

"It's okay, she will do it." An Lingrong calmed herself down, picked up the teacup beside her and drank it all in one gulp.

If everything is predestined? What about herself? No! She can never accept her fate!

"My lady." Just at this moment, Xiao Zhongzi came in. Seeing Fu Cha was also there, he bowed and said, "May the Empress Ruipin be well."

"What's the matter?" An Lingrong asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"My lady, it's reported that Concubine Wan offended the late Queen Chunyuan. The Emperor has issued an oral order, ordering Concubine Wan to move to Suiyuxuan to reflect on her mistakes. She is not allowed to leave without being summoned." Xiao Zhongzi opened her mouth, and An Lingrong was horrified.

It was exactly the same as in the previous life! Even without the queen, Zhen Huan was still disliked by the emperor because of this...

"Are you telling the truth?!" Fu Cha suddenly stood up, looked at Xiao Zhongzi and asked, his face showing joy.

"To reply to Concubine Rui, of course it is true. Everyone in the six palaces should know it by now." Xiao Zhongzi bowed and nodded. Fu Cha smiled and turned around and sat down.

"You should leave first." An Lingrong said as she sat on the bed, supporting herself on the low table beside her.

Xiao Zhongzi agreed and walked out, and Fu Cha picked up the teacup beside him with a smile on his face.

"Concubine Duan really did not let us down. I didn't expect that she had been holding back so much!" Fu Cha smiled and looked at An Lingrong, only to see that her face was pale.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell somewhere? I'll ask someone to call the imperial physician." Fu Cha hurriedly stood up and helped An Lingrong, who was about to fall on the low table.