Legend of Zhen Huan: Rebirth of Zhen Huan

Hearing An Lingrong say this, Huanbi looked towards Zhen Huan unconsciously. Zhen Huan looked at her and smiled, then looked at An Lingrong and said jokingly:

"you do not say!"

"From now on, we will all be sisters! We will share happiness and difficulties together!"

As she spoke, Zhen Huan took the hands of the two and placed them in her palms.

An Lingrong and Huanbi also placed their hands on each other.

The sisters were so affectionate for a while, and Zhen Huan remembered that An Bihuai had written to An Lingrong a few days ago, asking her to help him get an official position:

"Lingrong, has your father been...?"

Zhen Huan did not continue speaking, but An Lingrong already understood what she meant. She shook her head gently and said:

"Since I received that letter from home, I haven't heard from him since then."

"I also sent someone to ask my mother, and she said that apart from the letter from my father complaining a few days ago, there was nothing else..."

"I think……"

An Lingrong paused for a moment, and after a brief thought, she said:

"He must have thought that we mother and daughter were unreliable, so he simply stopped working on us."

However, Zhen Huan felt that things were not as simple as they seemed now.

Especially based on her understanding of An Bihuai in her previous life, he would definitely not give up An Lingrong and her daughter easily.

She had a bad feeling in her heart, so she looked at An Lingrong and said:

"Lingrong, I think you should remind your aunt to bring an entourage with you when you go out, just in case."

"Huanbi, I think after the matter of 'asking for your name' is over, you should leave the palace as soon as possible to prepare for your marriage:

Firstly, the situation in the palace is becoming more and more complicated. The longer you stay in the palace, the greater the variables will be, and the more worried I will be.

Secondly, after you leave the palace, tell your father as soon as possible and assign some more people to Aunt Lin."

Huanbi looked at Zhen Huan and nodded: "Yes, elder sister, I will leave the palace in the next few days."

Zhen Huan also nodded: "Yes."

An Lingrong didn't say anything at this time, she just felt her heart pounding:

"Sister, hearing you say that, I feel a little nervous, but do you think something is going to happen?"

After hearing An Lingrong say this, Zhen Huan realized that her expression and tone were too serious.

So, she quickly calmed down her expression, took An Lingrong's hand and said:

"Lingrong, don't be afraid. I did this just in case. After all... you rejected your father's request last time..."

Although she hadn't finished speaking, An Lingrong had already understood what she meant:

"Sister Huan, you are the one who thinks things through..."

"It's not that I'm thoughtful..."

Zhen Huan said, squeezing An Lingrong's hand tightly to give her some comfort:

"But he is still your father, and you don't want to doubt him like this..."

"Sister... I..." Facing Zhen Huan who was so understanding of her, An Lingrong choked up for a moment:

“From childhood to adulthood, no matter how he treated me, I could persuade myself not to blame him or resent him;

But mother has given so much for him over the years. If he still doesn’t intend to let us go this time, I…I…”

At this point, An Lingrong burst into tears.

After all, that was the father who gave him life!

The two of them have the same blood flowing in their veins. Unless it is absolutely necessary, who can give up this innate kinship?

Zhen Huan wanted to say something to comfort her, but was interrupted by her words. She wiped the tears from her face, then looked at Zhen Huan and twirled the handkerchief in her hand:

"From the moment I decided to bring my mother to the capital, I was determined to say goodbye to everything in the An family."

"So, from now on, whether it's my father or anyone else in the An Mansion, if they dare to do anything to hurt my mother, I will definitely not show mercy."

After saying this, An Lingrong slammed her hand hard on the table beside her.

It looked like he had made a great decision.

Zhen Huan understood what Lin Xiu meant to An Lingrong, but she also knew how difficult it was for An Lingrong to make the decision she had today.

“My life is not worth it.”

Thinking of what An Lingrong said before her death in her previous life, Zhen Huan looked at An Lingrong with distressed eyes and said in her heart:

"Lingrong, your life will definitely be worth it."

After coming back to her senses from her thoughts, Zhen Huan gently patted the back of An Lingrong's hand and said sincerely:

"Lingrong, you just need to remember that no matter what happens, you are never alone..."

As she spoke, she turned her eyes to Huanbi, then to An Lingrong, and continued with what she had just said:

"You still have us sisters!"

Hearing this, An Lingrong could no longer control her tears. She cried out emotionally:

"Sister Huan..."

Then, she threw herself into Zhen Huan's arms and burst into tears.

Only with Zhen Huan could she cry without any worries.

It’s not because she doesn’t trust her other sisters, but because the palaces of her other sisters are not as “clean” as Zhen Huan’s palace.

After calming down, An Lingrong remembered that she still had something to give to Huanbi.

So she wiped her tears and took out a delicate little bottle from her sleeve:

"this is……"

As she spoke, she looked outside the hall, hesitant to speak. After making sure that no one would suddenly come in and hear their conversation, she lowered her voice, looked at Huanbi mysteriously and said:

"This is the spice I prepared specially for you..."

"Mixed specially for me?"

After taking the bottle, Huanbi looked around the bottle with curiosity, and then her eyes swept over Zhen Huan and An Lingrong.

It has long been no secret in the harem that An Lingrong is good at making incense, and Zhen Huan has "long appreciated this".

But the spices that she specially brought to Huanbi as a gift today must not be ordinary spices!

What would that be?

While Zhen Huan was thinking to herself, Huanbi could not help but put her hand on the bottle out of curiosity and pretended to open the bottle.

This frightened An Lingrong so much that she quickly sat up from the couch. She quickly reached out to stop Huanbi's movements:

"Huanbi, no!"

Huanbi was so shocked when she heard this that she almost dropped the bottle on the ground. After she recovered from her shock, she looked at An Lingrong and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong? Is there anything special about this spice?"

Hearing Huanbi's question, Zhen Huan also turned her gaze to An Lingrong.

An Lingrong had a red face and she took Huanbi's hand and sat beside her.

At this moment, Zhen Huan had a vague premonition in her heart:

This incense is definitely not a "proper" incense!

Otherwise, why would Lingrong's cheeks turn red?