If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

After hearing what they said, Concubine Cao knew that what Huanbi said to her was true. "So, this Seventeenth Master is the matchmaker between the Emperor and Miss Wan, and we should thank him very much. Moreover, this matchmaker is very charming and suave, and many young ladies from official families in the court are fascinated by him and seek to get close to him day and night. Sister, I'm sure you have heard of the Seventeenth Master's reputation in the boudoir."

At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhen Huan. Concubine Cao really killed people without shedding blood. "Who said that, Sister Cao? I have never heard of it." Ling Rong's words drew everyone's attention back. She was still chewing the snacks calmly and continued, "Sister Wan, you are so knowledgeable. I guess you study hard every day. Don't you say that you don't care about the outside world and only focus on reading the books of sages?"

After hearing me start, Zhen Huan said, "Sister, you lived in seclusion for a long time before entering the palace, and you haven't been out for a long time since entering the palace. You have never heard of the prince's name. You are really ignorant. If it weren't for the emperor's words, you wouldn't know about Prince Youguo." Zhen Huan looked at the emperor's face and continued, "The emperor is a man of literary talent and considerate of us sisters. I wonder if he did this to get close to you that day."

Zhen Huan asked Concubine Cao, but she didn't say anything. She just looked at the emperor. The emperor looked down at the tea in front of him expressionlessly. For a moment, everyone in the room had different expressions, which made Zhen Huan laugh awkwardly.

"Change the emperor's cup of tea; this one is cold." Lingrong knew that she was not smart enough to interrupt a fight between gods, so she called Xiao Xia Zi over to change the emperor's tea.

"I'm sure Wen Yi must be hungry at this hour. Your Majesty, I will go back and take a look first." Concubine Cao saw that this matter had already left a thorn in the emperor's heart, so she decided to stop while she was ahead and go back.

"Okay, Wen Yi has been crying non-stop since he recovered from his illness. Imperial Doctor Jiang often checks your pulse, so let him see what the reason is." Other people are just passing clouds, and the royal heir is what the emperor cares about most.

"Yes, I will ask Imperial Physician Jiang to examine me before reporting to His Majesty." After saying this, Concubine Cao bowed to the Emperor first, then bowed to Zhen Huan and Ling Rong before leaving. Ling Rong sprained her ankle and lay on the couch without moving, so she raised her hand to stroke her temples.

Ling Rong knew that Zhen Huan was in trouble this time, so she said goodbye to the emperor, "Your Majesty, I am tired and want to go back to rest."

"Well, Xiao Xiazi, arrange the sedan chair." As he spoke, Lingrong got down from the bed. Seeing this, the emperor got off the bed and carried Lingrong to the sedan chair. After Lingrong sat firmly, Xiao Xiazi called for the sedan chair to be picked up.

Lingrong walked out, Zhen Huan stood up and saw her off. Zhen Huan saw that the emperor sat back on the couch after putting Lingrong down without saying a word to her, so she could only sit back on the chair awkwardly. After a long time, the emperor pointed to a zither and said, "This zither was the favorite of the late emperor's concubine Shu. Before you came, I wanted someone to play a song for it." Zhen Huan looked in the direction he pointed when she heard what the emperor said. The emperor continued, "But Concubine Cao Qinmo is as her name suggests, and she is very unfamiliar with the art of playing the zither."

Zhen Huan heard this and stood up and said, "I will ask someone to invite Sister Mei to come. Sister Mei plays the zither very well."

"Mei Zhuang's mastery of tunes is better than yours, but her music lacks sentiment. Such a good instrument would be boring without sentiment. Why don't you play a tune for me?" The emperor's expression was always monotonous, which made Zhen Huan unable to figure out whether the emperor was angry or not.

"Then I will play a song for the emperor." Zhen Huan walked to the piano, took off her armor and played the piano for the emperor.