After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

Several concubines of lower status had already let it go, thinking that they had no hope of being favored in this life, so they stayed together all day, talking and laughing, which was quite lively. Anyway, in this palace, they had no worries about food and drink, and the Empress Lu Lingyuan was kind and never criticized them. She often sent people to bring them rewards. Such a life was even more comfortable than when they were at home.

However, people in this world have different personalities. Some are content with the status quo and are happy with what they have, while others are narrow-minded and intolerant.

Since entering the palace, Liu Chongyuan's temper has become increasingly violent.

One day, she accidentally heard the news that His Majesty personally picked winter plums for the Queen every day. She suddenly showed an unconcealable jealousy on her face, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her words were full of bitterness and unwillingness: "Humph... Your Majesty is the ruler of all people, and you are so busy every day. As the master of the harem, she doesn't think about helping His Majesty solve problems and sympathize with the emperor's health. Instead, she makes His Majesty work hard and pick plums for her pleasure. How can this be decent? There is no etiquette at all."

"Your Majesty, please calm down and be careful with your words!" The palace servant standing by the side had a pale face and spoke cautiously, fearing to anger this master whose temper was becoming increasingly bad.

When Liu Chongyuan heard this, her eyes instantly became sinister, like a sharp blade in the cold night, glaring at the palace maid fiercely. The palace maid felt a chill running through her heart, trembling all over, and the rest of her words of advice were stuck in her throat, not daring to utter a single word.

"Your Majesty is so doting on the Queen that even when the Queen is pregnant and unable to sleep with you, Your Majesty still accompanies her every day. What methods did she use to make Your Majesty so infatuated with her and stay with her day and night?" At this moment, Liu Chongyuan had lost her mind due to the fire of jealousy, and her words were full of harshness and resentment.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is already the twelfth lunar month. The snow is gradually melting under the warm sun...

A few years ago, Xiao Chengji issued an edict to grant a marriage between Princess Yong'an and the second son of the Lu family. The wedding date was set for the early spring of February next year, implying prosperity and a long lasting marriage.

Princess Qingping spent her days in the imperial mausoleum like years. After just over a month, she begged Zheng Xiyan for forgiveness and asked to return to the palace. Zheng Xiyan thought of their old relationship and did not blame her. She quickly arranged a marriage for her so that she could escape the shackles of the deep palace. Her wedding date was only half a month away from Princess Changle's wedding. For a while, the palace was full of happy events.

On this day, Zheng Xiyan dressed in gorgeous clothes and walked into the Weiyang Palace to visit Lu Lingyuan and the dragon fetus in her belly. In the Weiyang Palace, the ground dragon was burning vigorously, and the warmth was cozy, but it also had a bit of the warmth of early spring. Lu Lingyuan leaned on the soft couch, with a look of laziness and satisfaction. She was afraid of both cold and heat. As soon as winter came, the ground dragon was already lit to dispel the cold for her.

Zheng Xiyan walked into the hall and gently untied her cloak. Shuang Ning followed closely behind, gently taking it off and hanging it aside.

Seeing this, Lu Lingyuan tried to struggle to stand up and salute, but Zheng Xiyan gently held her down and stopped her: "Hurry up and lie down. You are heavy now, so forget about these empty formalities."

"Thank you for your consideration, mother." Hearing this, Lu Lingyuan felt a warm current in her heart. She no longer insisted, slowly leaned back on the couch, and asked Yun'er to serve tea.

Zheng Xiyan looked at her lovingly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said softly: "It's almost there!"

"You've worked so hard these days." Zheng Xiyan said with some heartache.

Lu Lingyuan nodded gently and said softly, "I feel fine. But your Majesty has not been able to sleep well at night because of me these days. I feel really guilty!"

When Zheng Xiyan mentioned this, a gentle smile appeared on her lips. She gently patted the back of Lu Lingyuan's hand to comfort her and said softly, "You are pregnant with his child now, and it is natural for him to feel sorry for you."

In the harem, exclusive favoritism is a taboo. However, if the emperor's exclusive favor to the empress spreads to the people, people will not criticize it. Instead, they will spread it as a good story, praising the emperor and empress for their deep love and their joint efforts in building a peaceful and prosperous era.

Hearing this, Lu Lingyuan replied in a low voice: "Thank you very much, mother, for your understanding."

"Just relax and don't let the rumors outside affect you. The troubles in this world are nothing but passing clouds. You live your life step by step. The most important thing is to live comfortably." Zheng Xiyan had a gentle smile on her lips. There was a reassuring power in her words. She gently patted the back of Lu Lingyuan's hand to comfort her.

"Yes, mother, what you said makes sense. I will keep it in mind." Lu Lingyuan nodded slowly, her voice very soft.

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The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden and the stars were concealed. The wind that night was a little cool, gently blowing across the palace walls.

Lu Lingyuan had already fallen asleep, but was awakened by a sudden pain in her lower abdomen. Her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, like a distant mountain covered in smoke. Fine beads of sweat on her forehead shone faintly in the moonlight. Her clothes gradually became wet, revealing a hint of coldness and uneasiness.

"Mm... it hurts..." Lu Lingyuan's breathing gradually became heavy. With a hint of helplessness and panic, she struggled to open her throat and called out to her personal maid: "Yun'er... Yun'er..."

However, it was Qinglan who was on duty tonight. She was leaning against the door, half asleep and half awake, when she suddenly heard a series of strange noises coming from the inner room. She was startled, and her sleepiness instantly disappeared. She quickly got up, her steps hurried, and her voice was filled with obvious anxiety and concern: "Madam, is there anything wrong?"

Qinglan hurried to the bedside, and in a hurry, without paying attention to etiquette, he opened the curtain, his eyes full of worry: "Madam, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Qinglan... I... I'm afraid I'm about to give birth. Hurry... go call the midwife and the imperial physician..." Lu Lingyuan's voice was almost a moan, and her face was twisted with pain, looking particularly hideous. She clutched the quilt beneath her with both hands, as if to relieve a little of the pain.

Under my body, a warm liquid quietly slid down...

"Yes." Qinglan's expression was full of panic and haste, and her eyes were flashing with anxiety, as if they were about to overflow. She turned around without hesitation and ran out in a hurry, shouting loudly as she ran, "Someone, come quickly! The queen is about to give birth, go and call the midwife and the imperial physician, there must not be any delay!"