The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

In June, there are fiery clouds and cicadas chirping in the treetops.

It was almost the hour of Xu, but the weather was still very hot and humid.

In the western warm room of the Qinzheng Hall, thick ice was piled in front of the exquisite copper-based enamel mechanical fan. Xiao Xia Zi shook the handle regularly, and the cool wind blew slowly throughout the room.

But the emperor still felt hot, and that nameless irritability burned from his stomach all the way to his head like a cluster of flames.

The heat alone is bearable, but the heat causes waves of pain in the muscles and bones all over the body.

The pain tore at the emperor's will like saw teeth.

He was so uncomfortable that he could hardly concentrate whether reading or reviewing documents.

At first he could still endure it for a while, but as time went on the pain became more intense, causing him, who had always been strong, to groan in unbearable pain.

An Lingrong, who had been standing nearby, sensed something was wrong, and without caring whether the emperor would blame her, she directly instructed Xiao Xiazi:

"Go and call the imperial physician."

Seeing Xiao Xiazi trying to leave, the emperor felt even more annoyed. He finally understood that this was the backlash from taking the elixir for a long time, but he didn't want more people to see his weak side, so he just yelled at Xiao Xiazi:

"Step back, don't come in without my order."

This situation has happened from time to time in the past year. After it happened many times, Xiao Xiazi knew that it was a sign that the emperor was about to take the golden elixir. He had no choice but to retreat to the door and wait.

"Rong'er, give me the golden elixir."

An Lingrong looked at his bloodshot eyes and purple lips, and there was a moment of struggle in her eyes.

This hesitation came quickly. In just a blink of an eye, An Lingrong had turned around and walked towards the cabinet where the pills were usually kept.

She has been waiting for this opportunity for almost a year.

The Emperor's erysipelas attacks were irregular, and she had been afraid to act.

After mastering the pattern, he accidentally discovered that every time the emperor took the elixir, Xia Qian would secretly stare at everyone who approached the emperor.

No wonder the emperor was so confident in leaving her alone to serve him.

Today she calculated the time accurately and made a secret signal with Rendong. As long as she saw Xiao Xiazi coming out outside the hall, she would find an excuse to leave first, and then think of a way to lure Xia Qi away for about half an hour.

She couldn't wait any longer. The emperor's health had been overdrawn like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time by a gust of wind. If she delayed any further, she would have less chance in the future.

An Lingrong cruelly handed the white porcelain bottle to the emperor and watched him pour out several pills and swallow them.

He choked a little because he swallowed too quickly. Just as he was about to find some water to drink, An Lingrong had already placed the tea to his mouth.

The emperor drank the water from An Lingrong's hand, then leaned back on the couch with his eyes closed, waiting for the medicine to take effect and relieve the pain in his body.

What he didn't notice was that when An Lingrong turned around to pour tea, her long armor accidentally reached into the teacup.

What he didn't notice was that while he was in a state of ecstasy, An Lingrong was washing the teacup he had drunk from and pouring the dirty water into the tiger's cup.

After doing all this, An Lingrong calmly ground the ink on the table and took out the silk paper that had been prepared long ago for the empress and concubines to use for issuing decrees.

Then, carefully calculate the time for the honeysuckle to be harvested in summer.

After a while, the emperor felt as comfortable as if he was on the clouds. Just as he was floating in the air and feeling as one with the heaven and earth, he suddenly heard a clear and pleasant sound from nature:

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask for your grace."

The voice was full of spirit, as melodious as the song of an oriole, and the tone was full of tenderness and intimacy, which made people follow it unconsciously. The emperor asked in a daze, "What is the decree?"

The ethereal voice suddenly became resentful: "You promised me, have you forgotten?"

The emperor, whose spirit was still wandering between heaven and earth, could not bear to hear the beauty complaining like this, and hurriedly spoke to comfort her:

"How could I forget? You tell me, and I'll write it down."

Hearing these words, An Lingrong tried her best to suppress her heartbeat, took a deep breath, helped the emperor up from the bed, and spoke the shocking words word by word in a voice so gentle that it could make water flow.

If anyone breaks in during this period, An Lingrong's entire family will be imprisoned and executed.

An Lingrong was also panicking. The medicine she gave to the emperor was the same prescription she used when she lured and interrogated Huanbi. It had been modified. She and Rendong had also experimented on each other. After waking up, she had no recollection of her words and actions while in the psychedelic state.

But she was still worried. What if it conflicted with the elixir the emperor was taking?

An Lingrong's heart tightened with every word the emperor said. Her nerves were extremely tense and she stared eagerly at the pen in the emperor's hand, fearing that the emperor would wake up or faint in the next moment. Cold sweat quietly climbed up her forehead and slowly dripped down her cheeks.

When An Lingrong was extremely anxious, the emperor finally stamped the seal with "Emperor's Treasure", which was to tell everyone that this decree was written by him when he was stationed in the Old Summer Palace.

After many years of long-cherished wish, a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds finally fell.

An Lingrong tried her best to control her hands that were shaking from the excitement, and tried to keep her voice from changing tone, coaxing the emperor:

"Your Majesty is so kind to me. I cannot express my gratitude in words at this moment. I will remember this kindness forever. Your Majesty has been writing for so long and must be tired. I will help you to rest first."

Unexpectedly, the emperor said in a daze: "As long as you are happy, if you like it, why don't I write two more for you?"

This one sentence frightened An Lingrong so much that her legs went limp. Has the emperor woken up?

She calmed herself down and took a closer look. The emperor's eyes were still confused, not as clear as before.

She suppressed her fear, not thinking too deeply about the shock she had just received, and continued to coax him with soft words, "I like it very much. One dish is enough. I will wait for you to rest."

This time the emperor lay down obediently, but for a moment he was immersed in the beauty and peace brought by the elixir.

An Lingrong sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the thin piece of silk paper. She waited until the ink was completely dry before she carefully rolled it up, hid it close to her body with great care, and turned to walk out of the hall.

Before Xia Jian came back, she wanted to create the appearance that the eunuchs were busy, so that he would think that these were what the emperor needed, thus ensuring the emperor's safety.

"Xia Zi, prepare the bathing supplies. They may be needed later."

Xiao Xiazi nodded in agreement.

After wandering around the lush flowers and trees for a few times, Xia Qie looked at several civet cats fighting and felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. At that time, he heard a sound on the roof and saw a very fast figure. He thought that an assassin had entered the Old Summer Palace and immediately chased after the figure.

But I never thought that after chasing for so long, it turned out to be a civet cat of unusually large size.

Xia Qie immediately turned around and went back to the Qinzheng Hall.

After Xia Qie left, Honeysuckle, wearing a nightgown, jumped down from the tree canopy, picked up a few cats and kept petting them. Tonight, thanks to these cats who cooperated with her in making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, otherwise there would be no way to dispel Xia Qie's suspicion.

The night passed without any incident. An Lingrong got what she had always dreamed of. After returning to Wufutang, she could no longer suppress the emotions that had been suppressed for many years, and she cried silently while hugging Rendong.

After getting the things, An Lingrong began to prepare for retreat quietly.

In the grain business that she had cooperated with Concubine Xi, An Lingrong completely handed over this lucrative business on the grounds that Dahu wanted to go home to build tombs for his father and younger sister before getting married.

At first, Imperial Concubine Xi was humble and yielded, but she could not stand An Lingrong's constant persuasion. Without Imperial Concubine Xi's relationship, the business would not have been possible. It would be more legitimate to hand it back now.

After some reluctance, Concubine Xi gladly accepted the offer. She was not after the money, but she really didn't like having other people's voices when she was doing things.

After completing this business deal, An Lingrong felt relieved. You have to give up something to gain something. Some things may seem like a loss in the short term, but they are beneficial in the long run.

The next step was external arrangements. She asked Dahu to secretly go to Yunnan and Guizhou to purchase a large amount of medicinal materials.

This allowed Xiaohu to restart his long-delayed overseas expansion plan.

Time passed quickly under her tight schedule.

In the blink of an eye, it was already August of the thirteenth year of Yongzheng's reign.

In the past few days, watching the emperor's increasingly gloomy face, An Lingrong felt mixed emotions. She had acted tenderly and affectionately in front of him all her life. It would be a lie to say that she was not sad when the mausoleum was about to collapse. She did not feel any self-blame or guilt at all.

In this life, she took advantage of the emperor, but the emperor also schemed against her, and she cleared herself from him.

With the mentality of not feeling indebted at all, An Lingrong became more gentle than ever to the emperor in the last few days.

The emperor enjoyed it very much. He had worked hard to govern the country for so many years, and now the whole country was peaceful and prosperous, with beautiful women and the whole country in his arms. He felt indescribably happy and proud.

On August 21st, An Lingrong was with the emperor as usual during the day.

Before dinner, Zhang Tingyu had urgent official business to discuss with the emperor, so An Lingrong returned to Wufutang.

Unexpectedly, when it was almost midnight, Xiao Xiazi suddenly knocked on the door of Wufutang.

"The Emperor has fainted from a high fever again, Madam Concubine Wen, please go and see him."

An Lingrong's heart was pounding. She had no time to prepare a sedan chair and just ran away with Rendong.

When they arrived at the western warm room of the Qinzheng Palace, the imperial physician was already kneeling on the ground. Zhou Binggang had just finished diagnosing the emperor, and his face froze when he saw An Lingrong.

An Lingrong was well aware of the seriousness of the situation. If the emperor passed away tonight, she alone would not be able to withstand the numerous doubts.

"Quick, go and invite Prince Bao and Prince He to come and take care of the patient. Then go to the classroom to see which officials are on duty and call them over. Then invite Imperial Concubine Jing and Imperial Concubine Xi."

After an incense stick of time, Prince Bao and Zhang Tingyu arrived one after another.

Later, Imperial Concubine Jing and Imperial Concubine Xi also came.

The emperor's condition was serious, and the few people had no intention of talking. They just looked at the emperor without blinking.

At noon the next day, the emperor finally woke up. He was full of energy. Seeing that everyone had been up all night, he was very considerate and asked everyone to go back and rest.

Only Prince Bao was left to serve him.

As An Lingrong knelt and retreated, she looked sadly at the emperor's unusually rosy cheeks and bright eyes. These were signs of a last burst of vitality, but she could not say it. She suppressed the tears that were about to well up in her eyes and left resolutely.

At dusk, the emperor summoned his close ministers and royal family members to meet him. At the same time, security was stepped up inside and outside the capital.

A depressing and sad atmosphere instantly enveloped the Old Summer Palace.

At midnight, the emperor passed away and the funeral bells rang throughout the capital.

Before his death, the emperor left a will, appointing Prince Bao Hongli to succeed to the throne.

The throne was already decided, and all the civil and military officials who came to mourn the late emperor had to kneel down and urge the successor emperor to mourn less.

Under the persuasion of his ministers, the new emperor could only reluctantly go to a side hall to discuss the late emperor's affairs and the transition of state affairs during the funeral with the regent.

An Lingrong thought she would not cry anymore, but when she knelt among the concubines, her tears did not listen to her and kept gushing out, and she cried heartbrokenly.

It was not until Xiao Xia Zi came out to convey the new emperor's oral order that the concubines returned to their respective palaces and went to the mourning hall to observe mourning for the late emperor starting tomorrow.

An Lingrong slowly stood up, walked up to Xiao Xia Zi and whispered.

Everyone couldn't hear what An Lingrong said, but when they saw Xiao Xia Zi's shocked expression, they all stood still, wanting to see what An Lingrong would do at this critical moment.

Concubine Xi's expression was particularly ugly. The outcome of the incident had already been decided, so why was An Lingrong acting so sneaky and refusing to leave?

She wanted to ask a few questions, but she felt that at this time, she had to be more calm to avoid being talked about in the future, so she just looked at An Lingrong steadily.