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Chapter 555 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 12

An Lingrong was shocked. Is the Emperor... going to promote her? It's only been a few days, and he's promoted her from Concubine to Concubine Zhen. This speed is too fast.

She secretly raised her eyes to look at Su Peisheng, but saw that he was still smiling, and there was no clue at all.

"Your Majesty, I accept the order and thank you for your grace." An Lingrong took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, took the imperial edict with both hands, and kowtowed to express her gratitude.

Seeing this, Su Peisheng hurried forward to support her: "Please stand up quickly, Concubine Zhen. This Yongshou Palace will belong to you in the future."

An Lingrong avoided Su Peisheng's hand without leaving a trace and smiled faintly: "Eunuch Su, you are joking. In this harem, the emperor is the boss."

Su Peisheng was stunned for a moment, then he laughed dryly: "Yes, yes, your Majesty is right, it was I who said the wrong thing."

After seeing Su Peisheng off, An Lingrong dismissed her attendants and sat alone in front of the dressing table. She looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror with mixed feelings.

The emperor's favor to her was like a double-edged sword, with sweet temptation on one side and deadly danger on the other. She didn't know how long this favor would last, nor did she know if she could survive in this cruel harem.

The news of An Lingrong's promotion to Zhenpin spread quickly throughout the harem like a spring breeze. For a time, Yongshou Palace was crowded with people, and concubines from all palaces came to visit with gifts, and their words were full of compliments and flattery.

When the Queen heard the news of An Lingrong's promotion, the teacup in her hand almost fell to the ground. She tried to maintain her calmness on the surface, but her heart was already filled with rage.

"What a great An Lingrong! Her skills as a vixen are becoming more and more perfect." The Queen gnashed her teeth and said to the nanny beside her: "It's only been a few days, and she has climbed to the position of concubine. The Emperor is really bewitched by her!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down. The Emperor is just looking for something new. An is of humble origin and has no children. How can she be compared with you?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She could no longer hold herself back and led her men towards the Yangxin Palace in a menacing manner.

In the Yangxin Palace, Yinzhen was reviewing memorials. When he saw the empress rushing in angrily, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Why is the Queen so rude today?" He put down the red brush in his hand, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

The queen took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and bowed down: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

"Get up." Yinzhen said calmly, "The Queen came here today, is there something important?"

"I heard that the Emperor promoted Concubine An to Concubine Zhen?" Yixiu asked calmly, as if she was just asking about an insignificant matter.

Yinzhen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with some displeasure: "Are you questioning me, Queen?"

"I dare not." Yixiu lowered her eyebrows and looked submissive, but her tone was extremely firm.

"But I think that An has only been in the palace for a short time, and it may be inappropriate to promote her so hastily."

"What's wrong?"

Yinzhen put down the memorial in his hand and looked at Yixiu with interest: "Rong'er is gentle and virtuous, and she is deeply loved by me. Why not promote her to be a concubine?"

"Your Majesty, in the harem, the emphasis is on status. An was born in a humble family and has no children. Now she is suddenly promoted to a concubine. Wouldn't that make the other concubines dissatisfied?"

Yinzhen frowned even more tightly, and his tone was already a little impatient: "What does the Queen mean by this?"

Yixiu seemed to have grasped some kind of handle, and pressed on: "Your Majesty, what I mean is that the harem not only needs virtuous women, but also needs to have children for the royal family. Although An is favored by the emperor, after all..."

Yinzhen's face darkened. The Queen's words undoubtedly touched his sore spot.

He snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Are you teaching me how to do things, Queen? Who I make my consort and who I promote to concubine are all my business, and it is not the Queen's turn to interfere. Are you blaming me? I made you my queen because I valued your virtue and your family background, but now you are using the issue of offspring to pressure me and question my decision?"

Yixiu was shocked and immediately knelt down to apologize: "I dare not, I just..."

"Just what?" Yinzhen looked at her coldly: "Are you just jealous of Rong'er's favor, so you want to use this unfounded accusation to belittle her?"

If it were in the past, he would still take into account the years of friendship, but knowing what Yixiu had done over the years, he just felt a chill.

Yixiu's face was pale and her lips were trembling slightly, but she didn't dare to say another word.

Yinzhen took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, but his tone was still cold: "Queen, I think you are the mother of a country, so I won't bother with you, but you also have to understand what to say and what not to say."

He walked up to Yixiu, looked down at her, and said word by word: "If the queen has no children, can she not keep the position of queen?"

Yixiu staggered and almost fell to the ground.

She bit her lip, trying her best to control her emotions. After a long while, she said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I...I didn't mean that. I just..."

"Just what? If the Queen has nothing to say, please go back." Yinzhen waved his hand impatiently, obviously not wanting to say anything more to her.

Yixiu tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand, her nails almost digging into her flesh. She knew that she had lost her sense of proportion in what happened today.

But when she thought of Yinzhen's favor for An Lingrong, her heart felt like it was burning with fire, and jealousy and resentment almost devoured her.

She took a deep breath, trying to make herself look calmer, slowly stood up, and bowed to Yinzhen: "I'll take my leave."

After saying that, she turned and left, her back revealing an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

Yinzhen sighed and put his mind back on the memorial, but An Lingrong's pretty face kept appearing in his mind.

At night, Yinzhen read the memorials until late at night, but he still couldn't calm down. He simply put down the pen in his hand, got up and walked to the window, looking at the dark night outside the window, feeling inexplicably depressed.

"Your Majesty, it's late, you should rest." Su Peisheng reminded softly, holding a bowl of ginseng soup.

The night was dark and the moonlight was like water, covering the Forbidden City with a mysterious veil. Yinzhen, dressed in his daily clothes, quietly came to the outside of Yongshou Palace, dismissed the eunuchs and palace maids who accompanied him, and stepped into An Lingrong's bedroom alone.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, a faint fragrance hit his nose, like the freshness of a lotus pond after rain, or the sweetness of morning dew. Yinzhen took a deep breath. This smell was familiar and infatuated to him. It was the smell of An Lingrong.

"Why is the emperor here at this time?" An Lingrong was sitting in front of the dressing table removing her makeup. When she heard the noise, she turned around and saw that it was Yinzhen. A surprised smile immediately appeared on her face.