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

"My sister is right. But if I were to choose, I would like to give birth to a princess. I want her to live freely without having to live in comparison with others." An Lingrong sat back on the bed, picked up the travel notes in her hand, flipped through two pages, but did not read it deeply.

"Sons and daughters are both support, but even if a princess is born, there is still room for competition." Noble Lady Fucha came to the other side of the Luohan bed and picked up the teacup on the small table.

"Sister Ke Xin has taken good care of Princess Rong Jin, and she has never been like Concubine Cao, who would carry Wen Yi to the Emperor to seek favor all day long."

An Lingrong recalled the last time she went to Chuxiu Palace, when Princess Rongjin called out "Hello, Queen Yi". The little milk ball was so fragrant and sticky, and the bright smile on her little face made it clear that she was carefully cared for.

At that time, she thought that if she also had a daughter, she would raise her in the same way and let her grow up without worries.

"If you ask me, Concubine Xin is just stupid. If she could learn a little bit from Concubine Cao, she wouldn't still be a Concubine now." Concubine Fucha sighed and continued:

"I know she is my precious Rong Jin, and I don't want my own flesh and blood to be involved in the harem's struggle.

But children who grow up in the Forbidden City have no control over themselves since birth. It is said that a mother's status depends on her son, but if a child is born in the royal family, the status is also a child's support.

Look at the Third Prince. Even if he is not very smart, he is protected by the Queen and is well educated in the palace.

Look at the Fourth Prince, he has lost his holy mother and is still being kept in the Old Summer Palace." Noble Lady Fucha said as she pulled An Lingrong up and continued:

"If I have a child, I will definitely work hard to climb up and give my child the strongest confidence. You must do the same! Remember this clearly."

An Lingrong nodded. What Noble Lady Fucha said was right. Everything was complementary. A concubine would have no one to rely on if she didn't have a child. A child would have to live cautiously if he didn't have a mother's high position to rely on...

She had lived in such a family since she was a child. There were so many children in the backyard, and she was a daughter, so her mother had no one to rely on. She didn't know how to curry favor or beg for mercy, so her mother became more unhappy.

But if possible, she still wants to raise a daughter well.

In her previous life, she envied Zhen Huan for having a daughter like Longyue, who was smart and clever and could please the emperor. As a result, Zhen Huan was cherished even more by the emperor. Now, it seems that Princess Rongjin, who is carefully protected by Concubine Xin, lives a more carefree life.

But what Fu Cha said was also very true. A son's status depends on his mother's. If one wants his child to live freely, one must also be able to protect his own status.

"Sister, speaking of the Fourth Prince, I have a question. Normally, the princes who lost their mothers would be raised by concubines who had no children. Why did the Fourth Prince go to the Old Summer Palace?" An Lingrong remembered that it was Zhen Huan who gave birth to such a son, and she couldn't help but feel curious.

"You must have heard who the Fourth Prince was born to. If he was an ordinary prince, so many concubines without children would have fought for him. But the Fourth Prince was rejected by the Emperor when he was born. Who would dare to risk their own future to raise this child?

If it is said that the emperor really disliked this child, it is pitiful that he was left in the Old Summer Palace at such a young age.

But I heard that the child is very smart, it's a pity that he was born into such a belly." Noble Lady Fucha sighed, feeling very sorry.

An Lingrong recalled the first time she met the Fourth Prince. He was a small, polite boy. He even had to ask Zhen Huan for help in order to see the Emperor. At such a young age, he could tell who was the most favored. He must have a very clever mind.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I just think what my sister said is right. A mother is honored by her son, and a son is honored by his mother." An Lingrong came back to her senses and answered with a faint smile.

"It's good that you understand." Fu Cha Guiren stood up and walked around Zhen Shun Zhai for a few steps and said:

"Your Zhenshunzhai is really nice. Today it seems to be more spacious than my Yanxi Palace. The emperor really loves you."

"My sister always makes fun of me..."

"Ah..." A scream was heard, and An Lingrong and Fucha Guiren were both frightened.

"Juqing, what's wrong?" An Lingrong spoke, but it was Mixia who came in.

"My lady, Baojuan and the newcomer Zhan'er are playing around." Mixia spoke and bowed to Noble Lady Fucha.

"Where's Juqing? Sister Fucha is not an outsider, just tell me directly."

"My lady, Juqing and Miss Sang'er are preparing dinner in the small kitchen now. Baojuan said that the newcomer Zhan'er is always lazy, so she said she was going to teach her some rules. As a result, Zhan'er hit Baojuan, and Baojuan cried out in pain." After receiving An Lingrong's order, Mixia explained the whole story.

"I understand. You can go out first." An Lingrong waved her hand and Mi Xia retreated.

Noble Lady Fucha looked at Mi Xia's back as she left and said, "Is this the little girl who saved you when you fell into the water? She doesn't seem to like to smile."

"It's not just that he doesn't like to laugh. Although he is so young, he acts like an old scholar all day long. He speaks and acts in a very strict manner. However, he is a sincere person." An Lingrong said with a slight smile.

"That's a good one. I remember when we first entered the palace, Baojuan was the one following you. Juqing was assigned to you by Concubine Wan from Suiyuxuan, right?" Concubine Fucha looked at An Lingrong, and An Lingrong nodded.

"I know what you want to say, sister. We can't just judge things by appearances. I can't guarantee who Juqing will be with in the end, but Baojuan is definitely someone else's." An Lingrong pushed the hibiscus cake on the table towards Noble Lady Fucha, who could not hide her surprise.

"Who does Baojuan belong to?" Noble Lady Fucha moved closer to An Lingrong and asked in a low voice.

An Lingrong did not answer, but dipped her hand in the tea, wrote the word "Queen" on the small table, and then wiped her hands with a silk handkerchief.

"Is it her? The Queen has a gentle personality. Although she always looks indifferent, we have never seen her make things difficult for us. Why would she arrange for someone to come to your palace?" Noble Lady Fucha asked thoughtfully.

"I don't know about that, but I wouldn't dare to use someone who is not my own." After An Lingrong finished speaking, she continued to flip through the travel notes in her hand. Noble Lady Fucha nodded.

Soon, Juqing and Sang'er came in and said that dinner was ready and waited for the two to eat.

After dinner, An Lingrong called Ju Qing over and asked, "Is that the one called Zhan'er the one that Xiao Xiazi sent in the other day?"

"My lady, the other day the eunuch Xiaoxiazi sent two young palace maids, one is Zhan'er and the other is Luying.

You said at the time that there was no need to make special arrangements for them, so I didn't let them come in to kowtow and greet you. Do you want to call them in now?" Ju Qing stopped making the bed and looked at An Lingrong.