Zhen Huan Reborn as Langya to Cure Yi Syndrome

Zhen Huan came to Hai Lan's room. Hai Lan didn't know how to face her and was a little confused. After Zhen Huan exempted her from the formalities, the two were silent.

Alas, Zhen Huan thought that her wild mother had finally become an old nanny, dealing with her son's romantic debts all day long.

Zhen Huan broke the silence: "Hai Lan, I already know about the prince and you. You should rest and recuperate, and think carefully about your future. I will do my best to help you fulfill your wish. However, I still want to advise you that the world is difficult, and it is even more harsh on women. At least you don't have to worry about making a living if you stay in the palace."

After Zhen Huan made Hai Lan lie down, she left the side yard, leaving her to figure things out slowly. She had also prayed to be rejected, but later reality told her that only power could protect herself and her family.

Daju asked Zhen Huan, Hailan's wish is Yongqi, what if she doesn't want to stay and the mission can't be accomplished? A woman should be herself first. Only when she lives happily can she have the energy to be responsible for the child.

Only when Hai Lan figures it out will she be willing to accept the favor and look forward to Yong Qi's arrival, forcing her to stay. Even if she starts over again in this life, Yong Qi will still not get true maternal love.

Hailan had become numb to the pain in her body, but the scene of herself being humiliated and punished barefoot had become an indelible shadow in her heart.

Seeing her like this, Ye Xin stayed with her all the time. Zhen Huan visited her every day and comforted her.

"Fujin, why are they doing this? I feel ashamed to face anyone. As soon as I close my eyes, I see many eyes looking at me. They are watching me being punished barefoot, and they are watching me being falsely accused of theft."

"Hai Lan, it's okay. When you are in that situation, saving your life is the most important thing. You are surrounded by malicious people, and you are able to hold on. You are already very powerful. They just want to make you compromise in the most humiliating way because they think you are not easily defeated."

"If you fall ill yourself, wouldn't that be fulfilling their wishes? If you stay strong and don't give up, there will be a chance to retaliate." Zhen Huan couldn't help but feel distressed. It took her seventy years of life to finally let go of something, but for a teenage girl, it was a heavy burden.

"Fujin, I don't know how to find an opportunity to retaliate. I'm just a lowly servant. I'm afraid of the prince, and I have no other choice." These days, the better Zhen Huan treated Hai Lan, the more she didn't know how to start. The real knot in her heart was Hongli.

"It's okay, you can stay first, I can protect you." Looking at the trembling little girl in front of her, Zhen Huan thought of the girl who called her sister in her previous life. She was shy and self-abased, and cried a lot. They went from being dependent on each other to being separated in the end. Did this world give her a chance to learn how to get along with a girl with such a personality?

Hailan will never forget that day. The north wind cut her skin like a sharp blade. She was pressed in the snow. Her knees were cold and painful, as if they were broken. Her cries and struggles only resulted in even greater suppression.

That was the most painful day of her life, but also one of the few warmest days in her life.

Because a person walked into her life, her tears were frozen on her eyelids by the cold wind. She didn't know who the person in front of her was. She only heard that she was Fu Jin and heard her argue for herself. She smelled the hand warmer she stuffed into her, and she didn't know what the elegant fragrance was. She only knew that it was warm and reassuring.

She was a noble concubine, but she said that her life was the most important. She had such a lowly life, and was a confiscated slave since birth. Only she told herself that life was important.

Hailan thought that it would be nice to stay, as she could always be with Fu Jin.

Hailan, who had let go of her mental burden, got better day by day, but Fu Jin fell ill.

Concubine Xi was also ill. Junggar wanted to marry Princess Duanshu to him, and the emperor agreed. After Concubine Xi reluctantly married the princess, she fell ill and never recovered.

After the news spread in the palace, Zhen Huan locked herself in her room every day. She was afraid of showing her grief in front of others, so she forced herself to finish the trivial matters of the New Year and then fell ill.

When Hai Lan saw Zhen Huan's haggard face due to illness, she felt anxious and distressed, and she took care of Zhen Huan by her bedside every day.

Zhen Huan was sick. Although Gao Xiyue only wanted to stay by Zhen Huan's bedside to take care of her, she understood that she was helping her sister, the Lady Fu Jin, only by taking care of the chores in the mansion.

Chu Ying and Qi Ying shared the care of Zhen Huan's child. Lu Jun was still in confinement after giving birth.

Therefore, only Yuyan and Qingying could accompany Zhen Huan's bed. Xiyue saw Qingying tending to the sick and poking Zhen Huan's face with her armor, and was really afraid that she wanted to take the opportunity to ruin Fu Jin's face, so she sent her back. Fortunately, Xiaochun and Hailan were there, so she temporarily put her mind at ease.

After spending these days together, Hailan feels that it is great to have sisters. When something happens, everyone shares the burden and works together. Is this the feeling of home?

That day, Zhen Huan dismissed everyone and kept Hai Lan. Finally, she asked for her opinion and said that she would ask the prince to give her a status as soon as possible.

At the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, I saw the same look in Concubine Xi's eyes in this life as I did myself. In my previous life, it was almost the day when Concubine Ning took action.

Time is running out. Since this path has been chosen, it is better to get it done in the Qiandi. The old people in the Qiandi have relatively good qualifications and it is relatively easy for them to get by. Even if Hailan does not sleep with him, she can still be guaranteed to have food and clothing.

Hai Lan was touched that Fu Jin still made plans for her when she was ill. Looking at Zhen Huan's thin face, she couldn't bear to trouble Fu Jin anymore and decided to rely on herself.

This day, Hongli came to Tonghua Garden to visit Zhen Huan and saw a beautiful woman crying secretly under the lamp. A beautiful woman crying is really a magnificent sight. Looking at the side profile, it is neither his concubine nor Zhen Huan's maid. He couldn't help but wonder who this person is.

Walking closer, he heard the beauty crying, "Sister Fujin, please get better soon. What should I do without you?" The beauty's cry was like sobbing and complaining. Ever since Zhen Huan fell, he remembered his wife's kindness more and more clearly.

Unexpectedly, there is someone in this mansion who misses Langya as much as he does. Hongli couldn't help but walk up to her and talk to her. The sound startled the beauty, and her wet eyes were tinged with fear, a temperament type that he didn't have among the many women he had.

In Hongli's heart, his wife is his wife and his concubines are his concubines. Even Qingying could not be his confidant, because only his wife was the one with whom he could chat late into the night.

The person in front of him missed Langya as much as he did, and Hongli really wanted to talk to her. The emperor's health was getting worse day by day, but he was superstitious about alchemists, his actions were getting more and more fierce, and his temper was getting more and more weird. He was almost everyone's default crown prince, and he was really afraid that he would make a mistake and be suspected by the emperor.

"I feel a lot of pressure in the court, and I have a lot to talk to my wife about. Do you miss her too?" Hongli didn't know why he was talking to the woman in front of him. He just felt that she was familiar, and he couldn't help but let down his guard.