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

Daya knelt down with a plop and kowtowed repeatedly, saying only:

"Please don't chase me away, young lady!"

An Lingrong interrupted her plea in a cold voice: "I don't like being used by others. If you have any difficulties, just tell me. I will consider whether I can help you. But if you are thinking of doing something without telling me, give up the idea as soon as possible. I will release your indenture and you can leave as soon as possible."

When Daya saw that her thoughts were exposed, she looked up and said to An Lingrong:

"I did hide something. I followed you because I wanted to take advantage of your situation and take revenge one day."

An Lingrong naturally didn't believe it: "I'm just a concubine waiting to be selected, are you so sure that I will be selected?"

Daya kowtowed to An Lingrong again and continued, "I am not sure. Because I was born ugly, the ladies from the rich and powerful families were unwilling to buy me. Only you were kind enough to take me in. I hope you will be chosen, so that I can have a chance of revenge."

“What if I’m not selected?”

"I will serve you wholeheartedly, young lady. As for revenge, I will slowly find an opportunity."

Seeing that she was speaking frankly, An Lingrong slowly let down her guard and continued to ask, "Can you tell me in detail what grudge you have?"

Daya's eyes suddenly filled with tears: "My family was originally a hunter in the Qinling Mountains. My sister is pretty. One day, when my father was taking my sister to the mountains to collect prey, they happened to meet a group of young men who came from the city to hunt. They were attracted by my beauty and immediately gave my father fifty taels of silver to force my sister to take home as a concubine. My father refused, and the group of young men ordered their men to beat my father to death. Later, they wanted to abduct my sister. My sister fought back desperately, but was humiliated by those beasts."

Daya sobbed and continued, "When I found him, my father had already died a long time ago, and my sister was the only one left. She gave me a piece of clothing and died with hatred in her heart."

An Lingrong couldn't bear it, but she still asked the question in her mind: "You were not there at the time, how do you know who the enemy is?"

Daya sighed, "I have been following my father hunting since I was young, so I have my own way of tracking. I followed the horse's hoof tracks all the way to Luoyang City, and after a careful investigation, I found one of the enemies. Unfortunately, his family is a wealthy family with strict guards, so I couldn't do anything. I reported it to the authorities, but the officials said that a piece of clothing was not enough evidence, and accused me of defaming someone. They beat me up and drove me out. I tried to seek help but to no avail, and instead frightened the enemy, so I couldn't get close to him anymore."

An Lingrong was still puzzled: "I think you have already found all your enemies. You seem to be a skilled person. Why don't you lie low and wait for an opportunity, but sell yourself into slavery instead?"

Daya smiled bitterly: "Miss, if the enemy is just a few wealthy businessmen, it's fine, but what if there is protection from the government? I am not a bannerman and I don't even have the qualifications to be selected as a palace maid. I have no choice but to sell myself. There will always be a chance or two to enter the palace."

An Lingrong still refused to give in and continued to ask, "If you can only be a slave after entering the palace and never see the emperor in your life, how can you talk about revenge?"

Daya said resolutely, "I have certainly thought about what you said, young lady. Before I sold myself, I told my two younger brothers to practice hard. If I cannot avenge my great vengeance, I will wait until my brothers grow up and then find a way to avenge them."

An Lingrong suddenly had a vague idea in her mind, which disappeared quickly, so she had no choice but to continue asking, "How old is your brother?"

Daya: "One is twelve years old, and the other is ten years old."

After listening to her, An Lingrong sighed softly, "I will send someone to your home to confirm what you said. From now on, you can change your name to Ren Dong and stay with me."

Daya was overjoyed and kowtowed to thank him: "Miss, does honeysuckle mean honeysuckle?"

An Lingrong said softly, "Frost and snow don't matter. Honeysuckle and winter are together. If you want revenge, you must endure the wind, frost, rain and snow in the world. In the future, you must not show your abilities in front of outsiders. You know your business, and I know it. Remember?"

Rendong nodded repeatedly and kowtowed to An Lingrong again to express her gratitude.

An Lingrong pulled her up from the ground, and after repeated instructions, she let her leave, then turned and walked into the study.

The house she rented was a side courtyard of an old Hanlin family. It was very elegant and quiet, and even more rare was that it had a small study room with many books. She was too busy during the day to look through them carefully, but now she could look carefully to see if there were any books she could use.

Although she was a daughter of an official family, her father did not pay much attention to her, so naturally she had no chance to receive systematic instruction from a teacher. The few characters she knew were taught by her mother. After entering the palace, she felt ashamed when she saw others who were well-read and could speak eloquently.

If she could live her life again, she would not seek to be erudite in the classics, but at least she could understand what others said and answer one or two of their questions.

An Lingrong searched carefully on the bookshelf, looking through all the classics, history, and collections. She pulled out a few books and prepared to take them to the bedroom to read. Just after she took two steps, the book on the top of the stack suddenly fell to the ground. An Lingrong had to bend down to pick up the book.

Suddenly her eyes froze and stared at the bottom shelf of the bookshelf. The bottom shelf contained some difficult miscellaneous books that were rarely flipped through. Many of the books were covered with a thin layer of dust. The thick dust on the rightmost book had covered the original color of the book. An Lingrong suddenly had an idea, reached out and pulled it out, gently shook off the dust, and opened it to read.

It was a handwritten book, and the first few pages were just about travels to some places, with dull and bland language. An Lingrong was a little disappointed, but still patiently turned a few more pages.

This book can harm people, but it can also save people.

It turns out that this book was left by a doctor. It contains difficult pulse diagnosis and images, the interactions between various prescriptions, the techniques of preparing medicinal materials and pills, and medicinal diet and conditioning. Some rare herbs are even given pictures.

The most valuable thing is that the old doctor kept detailed records of the cases he treated throughout his medical practice, including the symptoms, amount of medicine used, drug reactions, recovery time, and even the opposite prescriptions.

There are even some interesting prescriptions that have nothing to do with life and are simply used to fool people.

The last page of the book reads: Throughout my life, I have been fond of various difficult and complicated diseases. My fame grew day by day, and I eventually became a lackey of the powerful and had to do things I had no choice but to do. I have no descendants, and before I die, I will write this book with my life's hard work. Whoever sees it, whether to keep it or burn it depends on people's hearts. Whether to save people or harm people depends on my own thoughts.

After An Lingrong finished reading the book, she was so excited that she couldn't calm down for a long time. Then she solemnly put it back on the bookshelf.

The next day, An Lingrong asked Aunt Xiao to go to Huichuntang and asked an old doctor to take her pulse and regulate her body, and asked the doctor to prescribe several medicinal recipes for her.

After the doctor left, An Lingrong took the prescription and the medicinal diet recipe and went to the study.

After comparing the prescription with the one in the book for a long time, An Lingrong looked at the sunlight outside the window and smiled brightly.

She knows how to use this book!