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

"I have also found out about Wanpin's affairs. During the enthronement ceremony, Wanpin wore Empress Chunyuan's old clothes, and the emperor got angry.

I heard that he has already ordered the Ministry of Internal Affairs to give Sui Yuxuan the promised share, which shows that the emperor really dislikes her this time."

Fu Cha, who was sitting next to An Lingrong, spoke, and Concubine Jing nodded thoughtfully.

"You said it was just an old dress, why is the emperor so angry? Moreover, I have heard that the clothes and makeup that Wanpin wore during her favor were all arranged by Concubine Duan to imitate Empress Chunyuan's dress. Why is he angry today?"

Fu Cha actually didn't quite understand why the emperor was so angry. Wasn't Zhen Huan doing this to please him? Why did he get angry for no reason?

As Fu Cha spoke, he looked at An Lingrong, wanting her to explain the trick to him.

"When I was in the palace, I heard that the emperor and Queen Chunyuan were very affectionate. Some time ago, Wanpin's clothes and makeup were like Queen Chunyuan's. Perhaps the emperor would look at her differently, but wearing Queen Chunyuan's old clothes is disrespectful. How could the emperor forgive her so easily?" Jing Fei spoke, and Fu Cha nodded as if she understood.

An Lingrong recalled what the Emperor had said a few days ago: "No matter how similar a fake is to the original, it is not the same person after all," as well as Zhen Huan's words about "former dynasty and harem."

She felt that this old dress of Chun Yuan was like a trigger, which brought out all of Zhen Huan's past offensive behaviors and led to her disgust for her today.

"It's not necessarily just this piece of clothing. I heard a few days ago that she spoke without restraint in front of the emperor, and she also forced Nian to death because she refused to commit suicide...

All these events together, it was only because of this dress that the emperor got really angry." An Lingrong answered thoughtfully, and Concubine Jing and Fu Cha both nodded.

*

The next day was a sunny day. The emperor came to Chengqian Palace after the morning court session. When he entered, Juqing and the others had just set the breakfast.

"May the emperor be healthy and well." When An Lingrong saw the emperor come in, she and the servants in the room knelt down and saluted.

"Get up." The emperor reached out and pulled An Lingrong up, while Juqing got up to get the emperor's bowl and chopsticks.

"I heard that the emperor did not have dinner yesterday, so I asked Baoque to cook some shrimp porridge this morning. Your Majesty, please have some." An Lingrong served the emperor a bowl and placed it in front of him.

The emperor did not say anything. He just picked up the bowl in front of him and took a few bites in silence.

An Lingrong looked at Juqing, and Juqing understood. He led the servants to retreat and closed the palace door.

"Your Majesty, I know you are sad." An Lingrong stood up and walked to the side of the emperor. As soon as she stood still, the emperor raised his hand and held An Lingrong's hand.

"Rong'er, I indulge her too much on a normal day! Tell me, how dare she do that?!" the emperor said. Although his tone was very angry, he still lowered his voice, and it was obvious that he was trying hard not to lose his temper.

"Your Majesty." An Lingrong called softly, and the emperor hugged An Lingrong's slender waist, put his face against her, and remained silent for a long time.

An Lingrong didn't know whether he acted like this because he missed Queen Chunyuan? Or because Zhen Huan touched her bottom line, and he punished Zhen Huan but couldn't bear it? Or was it something else? ...

She couldn't guess, so she just stroked the emperor's shoulder silently.

After standing for a long time, she felt her legs were numb from standing so long, and finally couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, your health is the most important thing. Please have some more food."

The emperor should have recovered by then. He let go of An Lingrong and pulled her to sit next to him.

An Lingrong scooped another bowl from the casserole and placed it in front of the emperor. The emperor ate silently while she sat beside him and served the dishes without saying a word.

"I'm fine." The emperor spoke after finishing his breakfast, looking at An Lingrong with a smile. An Lingrong also forced a gentle smile. This sentence should be his way of saying that he is fine now...

*

More than ten days later, on the afternoon of the twenty-sixth day of the winter month, Concubine Jing complained of a stomachache and summoned Imperial Doctor Wen, who said she was about to give birth...

Because Wen Shichu had been taking care of Shen Meiyu, for convenience, he was also taking care of Concubine Jing's baby. After hearing the news, An Lingrong took the ginseng that Concubine Jing brought that day to Xianfu Palace.

As soon as I entered Xianfu Palace, I heard Concubine Jing's shouting, and I hurriedly quickened my pace towards the main hall.

"Why are you shouting so loudly?" When An Lingrong walked in, Shen Meizhuang was already there.

"The midwife said that the birth is a bit difficult." Shen Meizhuang was also anxious when she saw An Lingrong.

"Let's go in and take a look." An Lingrong said as she and Shen Meizhuang entered the inner hall together.

"How is Concubine Jing?" An Lingrong asked, pulling up a midwife.

"Your Majesty, this is the first time I've seen Concubine Jing in such severe pain." The midwife knelt in front of An Lingrong and said with her head down.

"Lingrong." Concubine Jing stretched out her hand towards An Lingrong. An Lingrong looked at Concubine Jing and saw that her collar was already wet with sweat.

She stepped forward, held Concubine Jing's hand, and said, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

"Lingrong, tell Doctor Wen that I want to keep the baby." Concubine Jing spoke while enduring the pain. An Lingrong could feel her slightly trembling hands.

"No! How can the child survive without a biological mother? You will be safe." An Lingrong held her hand tightly and said.

"Please save the child." Concubine Jing struggled to squeeze out a few words. Before An Lingrong could say more, Concubine Jing fainted.

"Doctor Wen! Let Doctor Wen come in!" An Lingrong shouted anxiously outside.

"Empress Chen, when a concubine is giving birth, no outside men are allowed to come in." The midwife at the side knelt down and spoke.

An Lingrong looked at the midwife with a cold gaze. The midwife seemed to feel An Lingrong's gaze, she raised her eyes slightly, and her body began to tremble.

"Juqing, find someone to lock up this old woman and order people to keep a close eye on her. Don't let her die." An Lingrong spoke, and the midwife began to beg for mercy.

Soon two maids came and dragged the person out. Luying took over and found a place to lock up the midwife.

"Go and see if the Emperor has arrived, and tell him that Concubine Jing is in danger. I request that Imperial Doctors Wen and Meng be allowed to come in to treat her and assist with the delivery." An Lingrong calmed down and looked at Juqing, who nodded and quickly walked out.

"Hanzhu, please let down the curtain. I'll go and let Doctor Wen in." While An Lingrong was speaking, she had already reached the outer hall and asked Wen Shichu and Meng Zhaoxing to follow her in.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment. An Lingrong glanced at them and said sharply, "I'll take care of everything."

"Your Majesty, it's not a question of whether you can hold it up or not, it's about how Your Majesty Jing will be in the future..." Meng Zhaoxing spoke, and Wen Shichu lowered his head.

"Helping your life is urgent! Come in with me!" An Lingrong's tone carried the pressure of a superior, and the two had no choice but to follow her in carrying the medicine boxes.