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

The day when Zhen Huan was conferred the title of noble lady and Yu Ying'er was sentenced to death was also full of twists and turns.

Yu Ying'er refused to die, and she cried and howled like a ghost in the cold palace.

Huimin just sneered when she got the news.

No matter if she dies sooner or later, Yu Ying'er will never be able to turn over.

Huimin didn't care.

Don't meddle in other people's business. Yu Ying'er has never harmed me, so it's better not to meddle in other people's business.

But soon, Ruyi brought the news that Yu Ying'er had been strangled to death.

Huimin was surprised. After thinking for a long time, she finally remembered that it was An Lingrong who did it in the play. Since entering the palace, her memory of the plot has become increasingly shallow, and she has slowly forgotten a lot of it.

But she had to be careful in the palace and dared not leave any handwriting. Even if she used English or pinyin, Huimin was afraid of the risk.

As long as there is evidence, something bad may happen. It is better to be safe than sorry.

But since it was An Lingrong who did it, Huimin also remembered that this incident made Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang surprised at the viciousness of An Lingrong's methods, and An Lingrong heard it.

Huimin immediately found Ruyi and warned everyone in Chuxiu Palace to be careful with their words and actions. Huimin kept in mind that trouble comes from the mouth, and gossip is the cheapest way to alienate the concubines in the palace.

"No matter which young master comes to my place, he must be notified. If anyone does not allow notification, someone must be watching outside the window at all times."

As expected, Huimin avoided risks by learning from the experience of others, and she must not repeat the same mistake that Zhen Huan had made.

Just recalling the plot from the beginning, An Lingrong came to Suifu Hall that night in a depressed mood.

"Why is Lingrong here? Come in quickly."

An Lingrong is the most sensitive person now. She is saddened by what Zhen Huan and Shen Meiyu said, and can't help but suspect that she thinks the same way about her.

"A few days ago, I heard that Sister Lingrong had the most skillful hands. It is only with her exquisite mind that she can embroider such beautiful Su embroidery. In my opinion, Sister Lingrong's skills are beyond comparison."

Before An Lingrong could react, Huimin came up and started praising her, which completely stunned her and made her originally depressed mood fade a little.

An Lingrong came from a humble family and was at the bottom of the social ladder, so she usually felt very inferior.

But Huimin often praised her and helped build her self-confidence. This time, she praised her birthday gift for being unique and thoughtful, based on her specialty embroidery, which also made An Lingrong happy.

"Sister Min, Yu Ying'er is dead. She was strangled to death. It was...it was...I gave that advice to Eunuch Su."

An Lingrong sat on the couch, her originally better state becoming distracted again.

The whole person was like a flower beaten by wind and rain, dying.

"Lingrong, Yu Ying'er deserves what she got for her crime. What does this have to do with you?"

Huimin tried to hold An Lingrong's hand. Her hands were icy cold, so Huimin held them tightly with her warm hands.

But An Lingrong was trembling and looked at Huimin blankly.

"Sister Kemin, it was me who came up with such a vicious idea. Sister Zhen and the others..."

Seeing An Lingrong looking down in sorrow, Huimin only spoke to comfort her, not mentioning anything bad about Zhen Huan and the others, and only said:

"Lingrong did this for Sister Zhen. If Yu survived today, who knows what kind of storm would be stirred up next. What's wrong with what Lingrong did?"

Speaking up now would seem like sowing discord. An Lingrong is such a scheming person, she would definitely find out something was wrong afterwards.

They maintain their own personality at all times.

Huimin gently wiped away An Lingrong's tears and spoke softly, every word expressing concern.

There is no mention of who is right or wrong between An Lingrong and Zhen Huan, only that An Lingrong did it for Zhen Huan.

The two of them are inherently connected, and everything about them is interconnected.

This is the only way to touch her heart, without being biased and able to comfort her from An Lingrong's perspective.

"Sister, but... but Sister Zhen and the others may not understand Ling Rong's heart. They will be estranged from Ling Rong."

After hearing Huimin's words of comfort, An Lingrong looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"Okay, Lingrong. How come you don't know what kind of people your sister Zhen and sister Mei are? Just tell them. I will mediate in a few days and help you resolve this misunderstanding."

"There's no way we sisters would hold grudges overnight. Ling Rong's goodness is something all the sisters can see."

Huimin took the initiative to offer to reconcile the relationship. As a peacemaker, she took advantage of every opportunity to find a way around it. The conflicts between Zhen Huan and An Lingrong accumulated from small things.

No matter how high the emotional intelligence and how versatile Zhen Huan is now, she is obsessed with her love with the emperor. She also has Shen Meizhuang, a comparison group who she grew up with, so An Lingrong is being compared to her all the time.

In addition, she always cares about An Lingrong, and comparing her closeness with Zhen Huan, the difference is obvious. An Lingrong's sensitive mind will naturally not be without any grudges against Zhen Huan.

As long as there is a gap, the silver needle will remind you of the pain you once had from time to time.

Once a defect occurs, it is difficult to repair it, and even if it is repaired, it will not be the same as before.

Although she was silently calculating in her heart, Huimin did not show it on the surface and still acted like a caring and good sister.

In order to stop An Lingrong from worrying too much, he deliberately changed the subject.

"You, worrying too much will only hurt your mind. You are weak, so don't think so much."

"I thought it was spring and you should buy some more clothes, so I went to the clothing bureau and asked them to make a few sets for you. You can take them home and try them on to see if they fit you."

Instead of talking about the secrets of the palace, she cared about An Lingrong's food and clothing, which warmed An Lingrong's originally bitter heart.

People are most afraid of comparison. Compared with Huimin and Zhen Huan, An Lingrong becomes closer to Sister Min.

"It's hard for you to think of me all the time, but I don't have anything to give you."

Huimin interrupted immediately and pretended to be unhappy.

"Lingrong is so polite, but she is alienated from me. Lingrong spent so much effort to make clothes for me, how can I not love Lingrong?"

An Lingrong knew Huimin was feigning anger, but she also hurried to explain:

"No, my sister has taken good care of me, but Lingrong could only send me two worthless clothes, which is nothing."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"The rare treasures that the sisters gave me that day dazzled me. The one Chao Changzai gave me was even more eye-catching. My gift was really..."

Alas, it’s Xia Dongchun again. Well, her gift giving this time is really ostentatious. Huimin is helpless, but she has to cover for her.

"Lingrong's every stitch is a token of her love. The gift may be small, but the sentiment is great. Although the other sisters' gifts are valuable, the love of my younger sister is the most precious to me."

Huimin analyzed herself for a while, and then became patient and attentive to An Lingrong, trying her best to take care of every emotion.

The effect was also significant. After a series of combined punches, An Lingrong was moved to the point of being dizzy.

She is now heartbroken because of the relationship between sisters, but Huimin trusts her so much, and her little kindness is valued so much, as if someone cares about her.

Looking at Huimin, the balance in An Lingrong's heart tilted again, and her recognition of Zhen Huan's feelings and desires gradually faded.