After transforming into An Lingrong, he became the King of Juan and was crowned the Sixth Palace.

Chapter 21 Centrifugal
That afternoon, Concubine Hua woke up from a coma and saw the emperor for the first time, filled with joy.

Later I learned that An Lingrong not only persuaded the emperor to visit her in Yikun Palace, but even gave Zhou Ninghai a bowl of fine milk tea so that he could take a breather.

Concubine Hua's resentment towards An Lingrong for being so favored by the emperor was lessened, and she even had the idea of ​​protecting her and bringing her into the palace for no reason.

Now, Concubine Li has angered the emperor, and she has changed from Concubine Li to Concubine Li. Concubine Cao, that bitch, got a blessing in disguise and was promoted to concubine.

Concubine Hua had to look high at Concubine Cao, and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​bringing her to the palace to have a good temper.

This was how Concubine Hua lived in the harem. She never provoked the concubine who was most favored by the emperor at the moment, but severely attacked the concubine who was second most favored by the emperor.

Therefore, apart from An Lingrong and Concubine Cao, the only person favored in the palace was Shen Meizhuang.

As for Mr. Fucha, Concubine Hua recalled the panicked look on his face when the emperor returned the goods that night, and subconsciously rolled her eyes and snorted twice.

"Zhou Ninghai, go and deliver some pots of good flowers to Shen Meizhuang, and tell the people at Taiyuan Hospital to do some tricks on the flowers. Don't let anyone else notice."

"The slave understands."

Looking in the mirror and stroking the black hair on her face, Concubine Hua smiled happily.

Doesn’t that bitch from Shenmeizhuang like flowers?Then she ordered her servants to send a few more pots of flowers with contrasting fragrances so that the flower-loving noble could smell them more, hoping to get sick as soon as possible and annoy the emperor.

Without the emperor by her side, An Lingrong, who no longer needed to curl up, walked around the palace casually after dinner. After digesting her food, she went back to her beauty sleep.

When the scorching sun outside gradually turned dull, An Lingrong stood up to stretch her body and went to the remote Broken Yuxuan to visit Zhen Huan as usual.

I wonder if it’s because Zhen Huan has already known that An Lingrong has become a noble person, and her status is even half a level higher than Shen Meizhuang.

I moved from the side hall of someone else's palace to the luxurious and spacious Yongshou Palace, which made me feel uncomfortable.

Or maybe she was suffering from the snobby servants of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who deducted the monthly salary during the period of being ill.

Now she doesn't plan to continue pretending to be sick, and is ready to find an opportunity to meet the saint and gain favor.

Only then could An Lingrong step into the small Broken Jade Pavilion and talk to Zhen Huan again, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

As soon as she entered the door, An Lingrong was warmly greeted by Liu Zhu and others to sit down.

The reason for their enthusiasm for An Lingrong was simply that An Lingrong was favored by the emperor and was favored constantly.

In addition, An Lingrong often sends good things to Sui Yuxuan these days, so Sui Yuxuan can barely maintain a normal life in the small kitchen without having to eat the unpalatable food sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Sister Lingrong, you're here, but it's a pity that my health is not good and I still can't get out of bed and move around much."

Zhen Huan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at An Lingrong, looked haggard, pale, and had dry and flaky lips. She looked like a veteran actress.

An Lingrong, who is proficient in pharmacology and makeup skills, can clearly see that the dark blue at the corners of Zhen Huan's eyes is caused by staying up late, and the skin at the corners of her mouth is just dead skin.

Even the paleness on his face is just a layer of powder covering up the rosy skin for outsiders to see.

Forced to point out the fact that Zhen Huan was a fan, An Lingrong sat at a small round table not far from Zhen Huan and said angrily: "Sister, is it because people from the hospital are fooling my sister? How come it has been so long, and my sister's face is still the same?" So pale?"

Afraid that An Lingrong would blame Wen Shichu behind her back, Zhen Huan pretended to be a sickly beauty and spoke feebly because someone else came to spy on her strong pulse.

"My illness is going away like a thread. Dr. Wen comes to check my pulse every day. Now I am much better than before. I don't bother my sister to go to the hospital to ask someone to see me." An Lingrong took Zhen Huan's hand. , feeling the warmth emanating from Zhen Huan's palms, a trace of inexplicable hatred flashed through her heart.

Zhen Huan was like this, pretending not to fight in front of others, treating the emperor with a literary attitude, and trying to be the strange woman in the harem who best understood the political turmoil of the previous dynasty.

Even Shen Meizhuang, who really cared about her, had been deceived by her long-time playmate, let alone her...

Anyway, since Zhen Huan doesn't intend to tell the truth, she will naturally lose her place in the future of shared wealth.

"younger sister?"

Zhen Huan looked at An Lingrong's dazed eyes and was startled. As if she was afraid of being found to be pretending to be sick, she slowly pulled away her hand and whispered An Lingrong's name again.

An Lingrong came back to her senses, covered her face with a smile, and said, "Sister, I understand. I just thought about my childhood fever and illness, and when I was infected with wind and cold, my mother seemed to have used some folk remedies made from a mixture of herbal medicines, which helped me gradually recover."

"So I was wondering if I could recall what Chinese medicinal ingredients my mother stewed for me back then."

Hearing that An Lingrong was truly worried about her health, Zhen Huan looked a little embarrassed, but she sighed repeatedly: "You have this heart, as a sister, please serve the emperor well, and help Sister Shen fight against Concubine Hua, so that we can Live well in this harem."

Zhen Huan's implicit intention was to ask An Lingrong to support Shen Meizhuang to rise to power, so that the three of them would have the confidence to fight against the domineering Concubine Hua.

He looked like he didn't feel pain in his back even though he was standing talking, which really made Jin Xi standing behind him unable to stand it.

She saw that the young master's expression became a little cold, and she knew that this was the end of today's conversation.

Rolling her eyes, Jin Xi walked forward and saluted Zhen Huan, and then whispered to An Lingrong, "My lord, it's getting late, we should go back for dinner."

Hearing this, Zhen Huan raised her hand awkwardly.

Even though she had the intention to keep An Lingrong for dinner, her status was just that of a permanent presence.

Even though she had the title given by the emperor, she had never slept with her, and there was a reputation in the palace for being frail and sickly. The Ministry of Internal Affairs did not deduct her money to the extreme, which was already a shame for Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong.

Zhen Huan, who had no choice but to leave An Lingrong for dinner, waved her hand and greeted Liuzhu to see her off.

He lay quietly in bed again, thinking about how to spend tomorrow.

This is the deep palace, the extremely remote Suiyu Pavilion.

Life here is much harder than at home. If Liuzhu and Huanbi hadn't been there to talk with her and relieve her fatigue, she probably wouldn't have been able to survive this life.

After coming out of the Zhen Huan Palace, An Lingrong looked at the flower bed again and saw that the soil inside did not seem to have been dug by the servants. This meant that the musk that the Queen had personally given to the noble lady was still untouched in it.

An Lingrong, who had no intention of continuing to be a good person, left without looking back.

On the way, Jinxi couldn't help but feel unworthy for her little master, and at the same time, she felt grateful in her heart.

Fortunately, the young master chose her and transferred her to the palace to be a steward maid. She did not stay in this small broken jade pavilion, serving the uncertain and ungrateful Wan Chang.

As if aware of Jin Xi's dissatisfaction with Zhen Huan, An Lingrong did not speak, but smiled at Jin Xi and patted her arm.

(End of this chapter)