An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

After paying her respects, Lingrong finally understood why the emperor was so anxious to move her to another palace.

Because the emperor was concerned about the baby in Noble Lady Fucha's belly, he often went to the Yanx Palace.

But he also felt that Noble Lady Fucha was arrogant because of her favor, and was always using the title of Royal Heir to win favor, which was really annoying.

He was still hesitating whether to rest in Lingrong Palace or spend the night in Xiadongchun Palace, when Fuzi just appeared before him.

A face that resembles that of Empress Chunyuan, a woman he had never explored before, the emperor chose Fuzi almost without hesitation, and moved Lingrong to a new palace so that Fuzi could serve him all day long.

Lingrong originally thought that the emperor wanted to compensate her, but she never imagined that it was because of the emperor's lustful heart that she got the advantage.

She even moved to the main hall. All eyes in the palace were on her. How could they have the energy to embarrass a minor concubine who had risen to power from a palace maid?

It seems that Chunyuan's face is of extraordinary significance to the emperor. Lingrong's voice is just similar to Chunyuan's, but she can never compare to him.

Since Fu Da Ying came to power in Lingrong Palace, the concubines in other palaces could not help but laugh at Lingrong.

But Lingrong just nodded and smiled, and did not respond to these sour words. Instead, it was Nafu who agreed, with an anxious and weak look on his face, as if he was anxious about not being able to defend Lingrong.

After paying their respects, Fu Da Ying chased after Ling Rong and apologized repeatedly behind her. He even expressed his loyalty directly and said that he was willing to serve Ling Rong at all times.

"Fuzi, although you are a prostitute from my palace, you are a proper mistress after all. You don't have to be so self-deprecating." Ling Rong looked down at Fuzi, and it felt like she was looking at her humble self in her previous life. "The emperor loves you, and that's your ability. It's not impossible for you to become the mistress of a palace in the future."

"My young master... No, Changzai, I have no intention of overstepping my authority. I just hope to work under Changzai and live a peaceful life."

Fuzi's knees softened and she knelt on the ground. She looked up at Lingrong, her eyes and eyebrows showing her unwillingness. Even if she lowered her eyes, people could see that she wanted to climb up.

Lingrong naturally didn't dare to become a sister to such a person, but she didn't refuse directly. She just helped Fu Da Ying up herself.

"Sister, you are beautiful and outstanding in this palace. When you ascend to a high position in the future, I may have to rely on you."

Ling Rong held Fu Zi's hand tightly and spoke with a sincere tone, "In the past, the emperor favored Wanpin the most, and now he cares about you too. Sister, don't miss this opportunity."

Fuzi had been in the palace for a long time, so she naturally knew that she was somewhat similar to Wanpin. When she heard Lingrong say this, she thought that the emperor favored her because she was similar to Wanpin.

"If Wanpin is released from her confinement and regains favor..." Fuzi held Lingrong's hand, with a hint of anxiety on his face, "What should I do then, my sister?"

Ling Rong sighed deeply, shook her head helplessly, and looked towards the direction of Yongshou Palace. "So sister, you must seize the opportunity to gain the emperor's favor. Wanpin's crime is not a big one after all. In a few days, the emperor will soften his heart and let her go."

After she finished speaking, Lingrong let go of Fu Ying's hand, leaving her standing alone on the palace road.

Now that Fuzi has become a concubine and is no longer serving in his palace, he does not need to pay too much attention to her. The most urgent task is to resolve the issue of Dujuan.

In the past few days, Du Juan often hung around Ling Rong, but she didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

But there is often a calm night before a storm, and Lingrong's heart was instead drawn up, always feeling uneasy and restless.

On this day, Lingrong finally finished embroidering a few patterns and went to Cunju Hall to meet Shen Meiyu as agreed.

"Thinking that my sister likes chrysanthemums, I embroidered a few more chrysanthemum patterns." As soon as Ling Rong saw Shen Meiyu, she placed all the flower patterns on the table so that she could see them clearly.

"Sister, your craftsmanship is really first-rate." Shen Meizhuang fondly touched several patterns, looked left and right, and couldn't pick out a favorite. "What should I do? I like every one of them."

"If you like them, please keep them. I have also embroidered other designs for Concubine Jing."

Seeing that Shen Meizhuang really liked it, Lingrong couldn't help but feel happy. She smiled and introduced the acupuncture techniques to Shen Meizhuang one by one, as if she wanted Shen Meizhuang to learn it immediately.

Shen Meizhuang was learning seriously, but after listening for a long time, she was a little confused. She raised a flower shape as if begging for mercy, "Good sister, there are so many that I can't learn in a short time. If I learn this one, it will be enough for me to show off."

"Then let's learn this one today." Ling Rong also knew that she was a little anxious, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, fearing that she would leave the impression of being a teacher in Shen Meizhuang's eyes. "Seeing that my sister likes it, I got a little carried away."

"My sister is an expert in embroidery, so it's not excessive for her to be so proud of herself."

Shen Meizhuang didn't take it seriously. She quickly asked Caixing to bring the needle and thread, and wanted to learn it right away.

The two of them worked on the embroidery at the table for a while before Shen Meizhuang suddenly remembered the main business.

"Sister, do you remember what we talked about a few days ago?"

"About Baojuan? Of course I remember." Lingrong grabbed Shen Meizhuang's hand and pressed it, "But I think it would be a pity to ruin Baojuan like this."

"If you are soft-hearted, there will be endless troubles."

"Sister knows." Ling Rong was still a little nervous when she thought of Bao Juan. "Now that I have moved to Chengqian Palace, I am farther away from Noble Lady Fucha. It is not so easy for me to be framed."

"Saying that she would harm Noble Lady Fucha is just our groundless speculation." Shen Meizhuang also calmed down at this time. If she harmed someone because of some unfounded suspicion, she would really feel guilty.

"But I have made some preparations," Shen Meizhuang asked Caixing to take out a jade bracelet from her dressing box, "This bracelet was given by the emperor. If Baojuan stole it, I would have every reason to punish her."

"This bracelet was put on by the Emperor himself." Ling Rong gently pushed the bracelet, "If it gets bumped, my heart will be broken."

"Stop talking nonsense. It's just a bracelet." Shen Meizhuang smiled shyly. She put the bracelet back on her wrist, but did not force the plan to be implemented now.

"Yes, yes, yes. I don't know how many bracelets the emperor will reward my sister. Why don't you give this bracelet to my younger sister?" Ling Rong pretended to take the bracelet, but Shen Meizhuang raised her hand to protect it, and she missed it.

"Sister, my heart is all with the Emperor." Lingrong smiled happily. She felt mixed emotions as she looked at Shen Meizhuang's blushing face when her true feelings were revealed.

She had never been so close to Shen Meizhuang. Even though the three of them were considered a faction in their previous life, they only came together for profit.

Because of this, she was ruthless when she harmed Shen Meizhuang. But now, if she were asked to do something to Shen Meizhuang, she might not be able to bear it.

Shen Meizhuang's face was still slightly red. She didn't know why Ling Rong suddenly became quiet and could only look at her with some confusion.

"What happened to my sister?"

"I was thinking about the past. I never thought that one day I would be so close to my sister."

Shen Meizhuang recalled Lingrong saying that she envied her, and at that time she also envied Huan'er. Now that time has passed, she and Huan'er are drifting further and further apart, and she is closer to Lingrong.

This palace really changes people. Shen Meizhuang couldn't help but sigh. She no longer envied Huan'er. She even felt that Huan'er was cruel and was not as generous and kind to people and things as she was.

"My sister is kind-hearted. She was...harmed to such an extent by her, but she never attacked her. She just swallowed her tears and blood."

Ling Rong remained silent. She had not attacked Zhen Huan simply because she had not found a way to kill her with one blow.

In her previous life, she always wanted Zhen Huan to live and suffer, but in the end, she was outsmarted and lost completely. Now that she has a new life, she will never make the same mistake again.

"My sister always thought that she was not wrong. We three entered the palace together and had some friendship. But until now, she has never apologized to me.

He didn't even bother to give me some clothes and jewelry, which really made my sister look down on him."

Ling Rong stopped talking. She didn't want to discuss this matter too much. If she complained too much, Shen Meizhuang might be unhappy. The two of them had finally established a sisterhood, and it must not change because of Zhen Huan.

"Okay, sister." Ling Rong patted Shen Meizhuang's arm, "I still have some things to do in the palace, so I won't bother you any more. But I also want to thank you for your consideration."

After leaving Cunju Hall, Lingrong sent a lot of flowers to Jingpin before returning to Chengqian Palace with Zhaoshui.

As soon as they sat down, Du Juan brought over the medicine that Ling Rong usually took, and even thoughtfully brought some candied fruits.

Smelling the faint fragrance from Du Juan, Ling Rong immediately became alert. She picked up the bowl of medicine and barely distinguished a hint of spicy taste.

Dujuan smelled of musk, which Lingrong would never mistake, but the smell in this bowl was strange and spicy. Lingrong was not familiar with medicine, so he could not tell what it was.

"Dujuan, move those pots of flowers under the porch to the yard to bask in the sun."

Ling Rong put down the bowl of medicine, pressed her hand on her stomach and groaned, "Look at the water... Go to the Imperial Hospital and call a doctor, my stomach hurts..."

Seeing that Lingrong was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak fully, Zhaoshui had to ask Dujuan to take care of the young lady and hurried out.

Du Juan responded indifferently. She stood beside Ling Rong and wanted to help her lie down on the couch.

Ling Rong was just pretending. She held Du Juan's arm tightly, trying to see some clues from her face.

Du Juan was obviously very concerned about the bowl of medicine. She hurriedly held the bowl, fearing that Ling Rong would knock it over.

"Is it because the young master hasn't taken the medicine today that she has the stomachache?"

"It won't be too late to drink it after the imperial physician comes." After confirming that the medicine was indeed problematic, Ling Rong tightened her grip on Du Juan's arm. "Do you really want to be a cuckoo for the rest of your life? A cuckoo is not a good name for murdering its own nestmates."

"...This name has been with me all my life." Du Juan was silent for a while, still unwilling to admit that she was Bao Juan, "My lady, Bao Juan is dead. You didn't want to save her, so she died."

"How can I save her?" Ling Rong released her grip on Du Juan and pushed her away with all her strength. "She herself admitted to putting musk in Le Dao Hall. She wanted to harm me, didn't she?"

"Maybe she was coerced."

"Under coercion, she is unwilling to treat me as her mistress, let alone ask me for help." Ling Rong showed a mocking smile. She stared at Du Juan, carefully observing every expression on this girl's face. "She still chose to harm me and even wanted to frame Concubine Shen."

"My lady... Baojuan cares most about her family. My lady shouldn't..."

Ling Rong saw Du Juan clench her fists, and she began to speculate that this girl might get angry and rush over to punch her.

"Why, Baojuan thinks that I can kill her family at will?" Lingrong laughed unconsciously. She stared at Dujuan and handed the bowl of medicine to her. "So she poisoned the medicine and wants to kill me?"

Dujuan knelt down with a thud. She looked at the bowl of medicine and didn't dare to answer. After hesitating for a long time, she said in a dry voice that there was no poison in the medicine.

Lingrong slammed the bowl of medicine on the table with a bang, and the brown medicine splashed everywhere, scaring Dujuan.

Coincidentally, Zhaoshui invited He Anming over. Looking at the situation in the hall, how could He Anming not guess what had happened.

But he was smart enough not to ask a single question, but just walked forward to check Lingrong's pulse.

"Ms. An is feeling better now. Miss Zhaoshui just said that she was having abdominal pain. Has it eased now?"

Ling Rong was very angry now. She glanced at He Anming and said in a not very good tone, "It doesn't hurt now, but I'd like to ask Doctor He to take a look at this bowl of medicine."

He Anming first looked at the medicine juice splashed on Lingrong's wrist, then he picked up the bowl of medicine and smelled it. The spicy taste was very obvious. He didn't dare to risk his life to taste it, so he could only ask Zhaoshui to take him to the place where the medicine was boiled to see the residue.

After a long while, he hurried back. He used the handkerchief that he had placed on his wrist to avoid suspicion to wipe off the medicine for Lingrong, and took her pulse again before he sighed with relief.

"My lady An, this bowl of medicine has raw pinellia added to it, so it tastes spicy," He Anming turned his head and glanced at Du Juan who was kneeling on the ground. He knew in his heart that it was this girl who did it. "Raw pinellia is very toxic. If you drink it, you will lose your voice. If you drink too much, your throat will swell severely. Then you will suffocate and die due to internal consumption and external stagnation."

Hearing this, Lingrong became even more furious. She stared at the bowl of medicine, feeling both angry and scared. If she hadn't smelled anything unusual and drank the whole bowl of medicine in one gulp, she would have probably died by now.

In her previous life, her voice was damaged by Guaerjia, so she could no longer rely on her voice to gain favor. In this life, Guaerjia had not yet entered the palace, but the medicine that damaged her throat was brought to her. It seemed that her voice was ruined in her previous life, and the queen might not be unaware of it, and might even add fuel to the fire, telling her not to get out of control.

"My lady, my lady, I know I was wrong." Du Juan knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times. She knew that she had been exposed and could only beg Ling Rong desperately to spare her life.

"Do you know your fault? Then you can drink this bowl of medicine. If you survive by chance, I will forgive you, okay?"