An Lingrong's Rebirth: Red

Seven days had passed since the payment of respects. During this period, Noble Lady Fucha had served the emperor in the emperor's bed twice. Compared with Noble Lady Shen Meizhuang and Noble Lady Borjigit who entered the palace at the same time, she could be said to be in high spirits.

With Noble Lady Fucha pleased, Ling Rong's life also became easier. The rewards that flowed through her fingers were enough for her to give rewards for several months without worrying.

Lingrong has no connections in the harem. In order to make her life easier in the future, she always intentionally makes friends in the imperial kitchen, the flower room, the Imperial Household Department, etc.

Every eunuch or palace maid who had contact with her would say that she was kind and generous, and as long as the work was done well, the reward would not be small. And most of these rewards came from Noble Lady Fucha.

However, this rare income stopped on the seventh day. The reason was that Zhen Huan met the emperor by chance in the imperial garden. The song "Apricot Blossoms in the Sky" touched the emperor's melancholy, and he couldn't help but be moved by the beauty who looked somewhat like Queen Chun Yuan.

The two of them were talking about poetry and everything in the imperial garden, completely forgetting the time. According to the news heard by Zhaoshui, Wan Chang almost sprained her ankle when she was leaving. The emperor, who felt pity for the beauty, immediately stepped forward and carried her back to Suiyuxuan. That night, the decree to confer the title of Lady Wan was announced.

Listening to Zhaoshui's vivid description, Lingrong could not help laughing. She put down the embroidery frame, rubbed her dry eyes and looked at the newly transplanted crabapple tree in the palace. She didn't know if it was because of the poor soil quality, but a lot of flowers and leaves had fallen in the past few days. Even Chun Changzai, who was planning to put a swing under the crabapple tree, gave up the idea for fear of arousing the dissatisfaction of Fucha Guiren.

Today, Noble Lady Fucha will know why the crabapple tree is not growing well, Lingrong murmured. Zhaoshui, who was standing by, didn't understand why, and followed Lingrong's gaze to look at the crabapple tree in the courtyard.

"My lady, I heard that although the crabapple tree likes water, it cannot be watered too much. It was just transplanted here recently, and if it is watered three times a day, the tree will not survive if it continues like this."

"Don't water it too much." Ling Rong repeated Zhao Shui's words, and suddenly remembered that in her previous life, when Zhen Huan was first favored by the emperor, she slept with the emperor for seven consecutive days. The concubines in the harem complained continuously, and Concubine Hua was so jealous that she was almost crazy, and regarded Zhen Huan as a thorn in her side.

Now Noble Lady Fucha has caught the emperor's eye. With her initial impression of a banished immortal and her subsequent infatuation and dependence, she is very much liked by the emperor. However, her shortcomings will inevitably be exposed over time. The emperor is most annoyed by women who ignore his feelings. If Noble Lady Fucha's arrogance and pampering are revealed, I am afraid that she will soon fall into the ranks of those who have fallen out of favor, just like in her previous life.

Just like the crabapple tree in this yard, if you water it too much, it will slowly die under what you think is your careful care.

Thinking of this, Ling Rong sighed tiredly. She had to go to Fucha Guiren's palace for this matter, which was much more tiring than competing for favor herself.

But at the same time, she quite enjoyed the feeling of manipulating others like chess pieces on a chessboard, even though in the eyes of everyone, she was the one being played around with and would pounce on and bite others at the slightest favor.

But they probably don't know that this person who seems unable to control his own destiny will do anything to climb up.

At night, Lingrong quietly went to Fucha Guiren's palace. As expected, Fucha Guiren was very angry about Zhen Huan's favor, and she had no place to vent her anger, so she poured it out on Lingrong.

Ling Rong bowed for a long while, but Noble Lady Fucha refused to call her up. She was applying bright red nail polish under the candlelight, as if her long nails were sharp blades that could cut Zhen Huan's pretty face beyond recognition.

"She dared to stand in front of me when paying respects, and now she dared to take away my favor. She deserves to learn from me by playing the flute to gain favor!"

She is not imitating you. Zhen Huan is favored because of her talent and that face that looks very much like Queen Chunyuan. Ling Rong complained in her heart, but she still had to put on a smile, "My dear, she was favored because she imitated you. Doesn't it prove that you are the most favored one?"

"This young lady is naturally the most favored." Noble Lady Fucha glanced at Ling Rong with disdain, "But she stole my favor, so she should suffer a little."

"How do you want to do this, sir?"

"This is what you should think about. If you don't even have this ability, there is no need to stay in this Yanxi Palace."

Noble Lady Fucha blew on her painted nails, treating Lingrong as her own thug, wanting her to come up with ideas. Even if there were any omissions, she could push this little concubine out, thus gaining the upper hand while getting rid of a concubine who might have competed for her favor.

Ling Rong looked at Noble Lady Fucha's changing expression and knew very well what she was planning. Noble Lady Fucha was not stupid, she was just too arrogant.

She was too lazy to think about so many things. She thought that people of low status would do things if they were paid. Even if they were bitten back, she felt that she would not be shaken at all because of her family background and status.

But she was only a little courageous. It was really funny that she was scared crazy by Zhen Huan's remarks about being a human pig in her previous life.

"My dear, when the water is full, it will overflow. When you are favored, you will face many open and secret attacks. Since there is someone who loves to show off, it would be best for you to be at ease and receive the unique favor behind the scenes."

Ling Rong would occasionally think about the kindness that Zhen Huan had shown her in her previous life, but after all, she was living a new life and the past was like smoke, fantasy, and reality, so she didn't want to think about it anymore.

"Besides, she was... slapped on the first day she came to pay respects. She must be holding back her anger and wanting to get revenge. Your Excellency, why don't you just sit back and watch the fight and act considerate? The Emperor will be tired of the quarrel and will come to you."

"You want me to endure it, but that bitch doesn't deserve it."

"My dear, you have to be patient even if you don't want to. If you are favored, the one in Yikun Palace will be even more restless. You have also experienced her methods. This time she slapped you in the face, and next time she might hit you with a stick."

Lingrong paused, and seeing that Noble Lady Fucha was still angry, she had no choice but to speak to scare her.

"I heard that there is a punishment in the palace called Yizhanghong, where a two-inch thick and five-foot long board is used to hit the area below the waist. No matter how many times it is hit, the tendons and bones are broken and the flesh is bloody. From a distance, it looks bright red..."

Ling Rong remained expressionless as she repeated what she had heard from Zhou Ninghai in her previous life. Noble Lady Fucha was timid, and when she heard the description, she showed fear on her face and gripped the corner of the table with shaking hands.

"My father is..."

"Empress Hua's brother is General Nian." Lingrong acted as frightened as possible and then fell to the ground with her hands to beg. However, her face hidden by her sleeves was calm and the cold light in her eyes could not even be concealed.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. If you keep saying scary things like that, I won't let you off."

"Yes." Lingrong stood up at the signal of Noble Lady Fucha, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fine Biluochun. After a long time, she slowly spoke.

"My dear lady, in the palace, mothers are honored by their sons. It's time for you to cultivate a confidant in the Imperial Hospital." You can also lend it to me when the time comes, An Lingrong completed the second half of the sentence in her heart.

"Of course you don't have to worry." Noble Lady Fucha's fear had not yet faded. She stroked her chest and said, "He Anming from the Imperial Hospital is my man. Since you are so dedicated, go and ask him if you need me."

Lingrong nodded. She knew that Noble Lady Fucha wanted to keep her situation under control, but she did not intend to accept the favor rashly. She preferred to hide behind others and stir up trouble.

What's more, the money was not small. Ling Rong secretly calculated her own small treasury, came up with a good number, and smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing her smile, Noble Lady Fucha thought that An Lingrong was overjoyed at having climbed a big tree, and that she also felt that she had this little concubine in her control.

Since the next route was decided, Lingrong said goodbye and left. Before leaving, she did not forget to ask Sang'er to water the crabapple tree less.

Ling Rong stood under the tree holding her handkerchief, and began to think about when would be the best time for her to be favored. Thinking about the emperor's face and his increasingly out-of-shape figure, she began to consider the feasibility of helping the emperor to strengthen his body.

"Medicinal food seems to work too." An Lingrong murmured to herself and began to search for the little knowledge of medicinal materials in her mind.

"What medicinal food do you want to use?"

The sudden female voice startled Ling Rong. She turned around and found Xia Dongchun standing behind her, half of his face hidden in the shadows. It was quite scary at first glance.

"You... scared me to death." Ling Rong finally caught her breath and thought for a while before replying, "It's my mother. She damaged her eyes from embroidery. I was wondering if medicinal food could help her condition."

"Why don't you ask Noble Lady Fucha to help you? Could it be that she doesn't care about you because you are from a poor family?"

Ling Rong couldn't help curling her lips in the dark, and she was almost insensitive to the sarcasm in Xia Dongchun's words. "This is my own business, it's better to find a doctor."

"No matter how good a doctor is, he can't compare to the imperial physician in the palace," Xia Dongchun sneered, "You owe me a favor. I'll bring you the recipe for the medicinal diet tomorrow."

Ling Rong looked at her strangely, not understanding why Xia Dongchun wanted to help her find the imperial physician for a medicinal recipe, but Xia Dongchun's next words made her feel cold in an instant.

"After all, Madam Lin will be arriving in Beijing in three to five days, right?"