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Chapter 597 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 54

Zhen Huan stood behind a rockery not far away and took in the whole scene. She smiled contemptuously. Yu Ying'er's poor acting skills could only fool those low-ranking palace maids and eunuchs who had never seen the world. Who is the emperor?

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, what kind of beauties have they not seen? With Yu Ying'er's little beauty, she still wants to flirt with the emperor? It's just a foolish dream.

Zhen Huan watched Yu Ying'er being dragged away, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. This Yu Ying'er is really as stupid as a pig, and she dares to covet the emperor? She is just a toy, and she should be thrown away after use.

However, this waste is not completely useless.

Zhen Huan rolled her eyes and came up with a plan. An Lingrong, relying on the emperor's recent favor, has become more and more arrogant. It's time to teach her a lesson.

Zhen Huan's eyes and eyebrows were filled with a calculating smile. She recalled how An Lingrong had caused her to have a miscarriage in her previous life and how she had lost her first child.

She will never forget the piercing pain until her death.

She wanted to let An Lingrong have a taste of this feeling. Besides, she had no chance to give birth to a child in her previous life, so this could be considered as setting things right.

After Yu Ying'er was dragged out, Yinzhen's face was still gloomy. He rubbed his eyebrows irritably. The women in the harem were buzzing like flies, making him upset.

He thought of Rong'er, her singing voice was as clear and melodious as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, and her figure was as graceful as a willow swaying in the wind. Only when he was with her could he feel a moment of peace and comfort.

Yinzhen almost trotted towards Yongshou Palace. The palace maids and eunuchs along the way were so frightened that they were silent, not daring to breathe, fearing that they would offend the emperor and bring about a disaster that would kill them.

Yinzhen had only one thought in his mind at this moment: to see Rong'er, to see his gentle and lovely Rong'er.

Inside the Yongshou Palace, An Lingrong was reclining on the couch. Her light pink palace dress made her skin look whiter than snow. A jade hairpin was inserted diagonally in her jet-black hair, making her look even more elegant and refined, like a lotus bud about to bloom.

Hearing the hurried footsteps coming from outside, An Lingrong was delighted, and quickly put down the poetry collection in her hand and stood up to greet them. "Your Majesty..." Before her tender voice had completely fallen, Yinzhen had already strode into the palace and embraced her in his arms.

"Rong'er, I miss you." Yinzhen's voice was low and hoarse. He hugged An Lingrong tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

An Lingrong snuggled into his arms, feeling the warmth and strength coming from him.

"I miss the emperor too." She said softly, with a hint of shyness and sweetness in her tone.

"Rong'er, I have a gift for you." Yinzhen gently stroked An Lingrong's silky hair, his eyes full of pampering.

An Lingrong leaned into his arms shyly and asked softly, "What is the gift, Your Majesty?"

She blinked curiously, and her long eyelashes fluttered like two little fans.

Yinzhen smiled mysteriously and kept it a secret: "I can't tell you now, you will know later."

He paused, then added: "I promise you'll like it."

An Lingrong's heart was full of anticipation, and she rubbed against his arms like a curious kitten.

"Your Majesty, please tell me..." she said coquettishly, her voice as sweet as honey.

Yinzhen was amused by her cute and naive appearance. He pinched her nose and said in a doting tone, "Little greedy cat, you will know in a moment."

At this moment, Su Peisheng walked in with a bow and whispered, "Your Majesty, the person has been brought here."

Yinzhen nodded and signaled Su Peisheng to bring the person in.

An Lingrong looked at them in confusion, not knowing what they were up to.

A middle-aged woman who was dressed simply and looked a little tired was brought in.

An Lingrong looked at the familiar face in front of her and couldn't believe her eyes for a moment. She rubbed her eyes and confirmed again that it was really her mother!

She stood up suddenly, staggered into her mother's arms, hugged her tightly, and cried, "Mom...is it really you? Your daughter misses you so much..."

Mother An also hugged her daughter tightly: "Rong'er, my son... Mother misses you too..."

Yinzhen quietly left, leaving the space for the long-lost mother and daughter. He stood in the corridor with his hands behind his back, listening to An Lingrong's intermittent crying in the hall, feeling mixed emotions.

He recalled how timid Rong'er was when she first entered the palace, like a frightened little deer, which made people love her. Now that she could finally be reunited with her mother, he felt a little relieved.

Inside the palace, An Lingrong hugged her mother tightly, her tears soaking her mother's clothes.

Mother An's hand trembled as she stroked An Lingrong's face, and there was no light in her cloudy eyes.

"Rong'er, my Rong'er, has grown up and become taller..." she murmured, her voice hoarse and low, with a hint of sadness that was difficult to conceal.

In order to support An Bihuai, An's mother worked day and night on embroidery. Over the years, her eyesight gradually became blurred and she eventually lost her sight.

Now, she can only feel her daughter's face by touch.

An Lingrong hugged her mother tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably, wetting her mother's rough clothes. She stroked her mother's hand carefully, feeling the familiar roughness and warmth, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Many nights, she dreamed of this scene, dreaming that she could hug her mother again and tell her in person that her daughter was now doing well in the palace.

Mother An's hands were shaking as she groped An Lingrong's face. Her cloudy eyes tried hard to see her daughter's appearance clearly, but in the end she could only feel a blur.

"Rong'er...you've lost weight..." Her hoarse voice was filled with a hint of heartache.

"No, mother, everything is fine with me in the palace. The emperor... the emperor is very good to me..." An Lingrong said with a sob, but she did not dare to mention the open and secret struggles in the harem, for fear that her mother would worry.

She held back her tears and tried to force out a smile, "Mother, don't worry about your daughter. I'm a concubine now..."

When Mother An heard the word "Imperial Concubine", her body trembled slightly, and then she sighed: "Imperial Concubine... is good... but this harem... sigh..." She hesitated to speak, her weather-beaten face full of worry.

An Lingrong understood her mother's worries. She had already experienced the dangers of the harem. But at this moment, she just wanted to reassure her mother, so she said softly, "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

Mother An nodded and said no more. She just hugged An Lingrong tightly, as if she wanted to lock this lost and found daughter tightly in her arms.

Outside the palace, Yinzhen stood with his hands behind his back, listening to the conversation between the mother and daughter, and a trace of sadness welled up in his heart. He knew that deep in An Lingrong's heart, she always longed for a simple family affection and warmth.