Zhen Huan is still in love, and her sister's goal is to become the queen mother

The misfortunes of one’s original family require a lifetime to heal.

Unfortunately, many people never heal that wound in their lifetime.

But I seem to be one of the lucky ones among the unfortunate ones.

I am An Lingrong.

The daughter of An Bihuai, the magistrate of Songyang County.

My mother is an embroiderer with good skills, and my father was originally a spice merchant.

When I was very young, my mother held me in her arms, sang songs and coaxed me to sleep.

The soft Wu dialect of Jiangnan has woven my beautiful dreams.

She taught me embroidery and singing.

When I was young, my parents had a good relationship, and my father also taught me to identify spices.

Later, my father used the money my mother earned from embroidery and the family's savings over the years to donate money to become an official.

I thought things at home would get better and better, but I didn't expect that this was the beginning of my nightmare.

My father took one concubine after another, and gradually he came to my mother's house less and less often.

My mother cried more and more often, and she was looking forward to my father coming every day.

However, there were more and more aunts in the family, and younger brothers and sisters were born one after another.

It seems like Dad has forgotten Mom.

It seems like he has forgotten me too.

Those aunts bullied my mother, and my brothers and sisters bullied me.

But my dad never cared.

What he loved most were those young and beautiful aunts and his younger brothers.

Gradually, the power of housekeeping fell into the hands of the favored aunt, and my mother's monthly salary was deducted. In order to support our lives, she could only embroider every day to supplement the expenses.

My mother had to help those aunts take care of my half brothers and sisters, and even their clothes were embroidered by my mother. My mother cried until her eyes were blind. I hated her so much, but I was powerless to resist.

Although we lived like this every day, my mother just hoped that my father would come and told me not to blame him. She would often talk about the days when my father was good to us.

My mother is the best person to me. At home, only Aunt Xiao and my mother are kind to me.

But my mother would also say:

"I didn't give birth to a legitimate son for the master. If you were a boy, it would be better. I'm sure the master wouldn't..."

"Master, you can also remember the past friendship a little more."

Living in the depressing environment of Anjia, I feel inferior, I am in pain, I am cautious, and even at a loss, because I can't see my future. I don't know where I can go or where I can find my place.

I'm so afraid that I will be like my mother in the future.

I am like a little bird, and anyone can decide my life or death.

When I was sixteen, I went to the capital to participate in a beauty contest.

My mother personally made two new sets of clothes for me, which she embroidered herself.

There were also bracelets and jewelry, which had already consumed most of her savings.

My father was unwilling to spend money on making clothes for me because he felt that I would not be chosen anyway.

When I came back, he arranged a marriage for me. It happened that the wife of a fifth-rank official passed away, and he wanted to find a remarriage.

This is the highest branch my father can climb, and that official is a few years older than my father.

I was terrified and I didn't want to get married.

I didn't have any maidservants to serve me, so when I went to the capital for the selection, it was Aunt Xiao who took the initiative to accompany me so that I wouldn't have to go alone.

But we don’t have much money.

We lived frugally and saved money along the way.

When we arrived in the capital, we could only stay in an inn, which was not a good place either.

I knew that my family background was not as good as others, and I was not a beauty that could attract people at first sight, so I had to find another way. Since I was good at spices, I spent some time on my head - if I could attract butterflies.

It’s so special that there must be a chance of being selected.

On the day of the draft, I was extremely nervous.

As the inn was far away and we couldn't find a good carriage, we almost arrived late.

What made me even more desperate was that I accidentally spilled tea on a beautiful girl who was dressed exquisitely and looked like she came from a good family.

The concubine was furious at the time and said that if I knelt down and apologized to her, she would forgive me.

I was extremely panicked and felt my whole body was shaking. There were whispers all around me and someone even revealed the identity of this concubine.

"This is the daughter of the Baoyi Zuoling Xia Wei family."

I was extremely scared, but fortunately a young lady came to rescue me. She was Zhen Huan, the daughter of Zhen Yuandao, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

“He’s not a high-ranking official.”

Xia Dongchun was still disdainful, but fortunately he had restrained himself a little.

Then, another beautiful girl came to me.

Xilin Gioro Huimin, the daughter of Jiangsu Provincial Governor Ortai.

Sister Min, it was she who changed my life.

That day, Sister Min gave me a butterfly hairpin, Zhen Huan gave me earrings, and she also put a begonia on my head.

It was because of this that when the butterfly landed on the crabapple tree and the butterfly hairpin echoed in the distance, the emperor became interested and kept me.

From that day on, the gears of fate began to turn.

I think the luckiest thing in my life is meeting her.

A concubine of humble origin had a hard time living in the palace.

I am good friends with Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang.

But when she first entered the palace, Zhen Huan was ill and out of favor, but Mei Zhuang was favored. She sent charcoal to Zhen Huan in winter, but in my place, as a concubine, the share was not much, even the black charcoal was not enough.

Neither of them noticed my situation, but fortunately there was Sister Min.

She gave me charcoal, cloth, and jewelry...

When Shen Meizhuang was concerned about the coldness in Zhen Huan's palace, she noticed that I sneezed.

For many years afterwards, she provided me with the charcoal and clothing I needed for life, helped me gain favor, gave me respect, and taught me to be confident.

When I was favored because of my singing and felt inferior like a singing girl, for the sake of my self-esteem, she said, Lingrong, you teach me to sing, and you are my master. This way, if the emperor hears it, others will not be able to talk about it like that.

When I was not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and only knew embroidery, he said that Lingrong's embroidery skills were the best in the world.

……

There are many more.

She will carefully cherish the worthless gifts you give her and will feel happy from the bottom of her heart.

The people around her never looked down on me and always respected me.

She taught me how to control my subordinates and keep Baojuan, the Queen's spy, away from me.

She said I was excellent and taught me to be confident.

She also gave me pearl earrings worth a thousand taels. When I felt that I was not worthy of these earrings, she told me that I was as bright as jade. I was the dusty pearl, and I was naturally dazzling.

There is no way to express how good Sister Min is.

She was like a beam of light, shining on me, a gray little bird.

I often wonder, how could there be such a good person as Sister Min?

Fortunately, I met her.

The square Forbidden City is the only living thing.