The Destiny of Going to Hell

Every day when they paid their respects, Concubine Hua would make things difficult for Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan with her words. The two of them would get together, especially Zhen Huan who was good at talking, so Concubine Hua didn't get much advantage.

Xia Dongchun couldn't stand it, especially since her limited favor was divided between the two sisters, so she always made some dirty remarks on Hua Fei's behalf.

Speaking of which, Yixiu did not accept Xia Dongchun's surrender. He was too stupid. Although his color was bright, he was not a good knife.

It’s enough for me to have a stupid Concubine Qi by my side.

Meng Jingxian watched the daily greetings with great fascination. Isn't it much more interesting than any storybook?

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the reunion banquet. Everyone was present at the banquet except Concubine Duan, who claimed to be ill and did not come.

Yinzhen looked at the plum blossoms on the table and didn't have any thoughts. After all, a large-scale action figure of Zhen Huan was sitting at the table.

If you want to miss Wanwan, just look at her twice.

On the contrary, I feel that if this plum blossom could be pinned in Meng Jingxian's hair, it would definitely add a lot of color.

The drama in Yimei Garden had long been over, and Yu Ying'er was the only one in the garden, puffing and cutting branches. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for her.

During this time, Zhen Huan left the table and told Shen Meiyu that she wanted to get some fresh air. As a result, she met Prince Guo at the corner.

He played the long flute, with a handsome figure and clear eyes. Zhen Huan hummed along with the music, and when the two of them looked at each other, there was a sense of sparks flying.

"Your Highness, I, your concubine, forgot about my feelings for a moment and disturbed your peace."

Prince Guo waved his hand in a casual manner, "Ah, little sister-in-law, you worry too much. It's too lonely to hear only the sound of the flute in this icy and snowy place."

The two of them exchanged a few words and then returned to the table, but Zhen Huan secretly sighed in her heart, wishing that the emperor could be as elegant and graceful as the prince.

Meng Jingxian was still recuperating and unable to serve the emperor in bed, but that did not stop Yinzhen from going to have lunch with Meng Jingxian every day.

Yinzhen still liked to sit opposite Meng Jingxian and chat about everything under the sun. Meng Jingxian was both talented and beautiful, and she could always keep up the conversation no matter whether they were talking about Guiguzi or Wang Shaobo.

Her voice was melodious and pleasant, and she dared to express her own opinions when discussing things. She did not flatter or show fear just because he was the emperor.

The two of them got along more like ordinary friends. In such a peaceful atmosphere, Yinzhen felt that the years were peaceful.

If you ignore your desire for beauty.

"Xian'er," Yinzhen called out to Meng Jingxian who was arranging flowers. As soon as Meng Jingxian turned around, she felt a warm breath on her lips.

After the kiss, Yinzhen was still not satisfied, but when he saw Meng Jingxian holding her chest and breathing slightly, he stopped.

"Sorry, Xian'er, I am too careless."

Meng Jingxian shook her head slightly, "Your Majesty, please teach me calligraphy."

Getting the topic back on track, Yinzhen personally spread out the paper for Meng Jingxian. Although Meng Jingxian's handwriting was elegant, her penmanship was lacking. Thinking of her weak body since childhood, Yinzhen understood.

His big hand held Meng Jingxian's hand, and the two of them took up the pen. Under Yinzhen's control, Meng Jingxian wrote words with Yinzhen's momentum.

The two smiled at each other, and affection spread between them.

Shen Meizhuang, who had her palace power divided by Yinzhen, and Zhen Huan, who had her favor divided by Yinzhen, one was copying the account books in Nian Shilan's palace, while the other was accompanied by Nian Shilan on the pretext of sisterly solidarity.

Yinzhen understood clearly that although Shen Meizhuang alone might not be able to compete with Concubine Hua, what if the favored Zhen Huan was added?

These people were fighting each other to the point of rage, and An Lingrong only said a few words of comfort afterwards, which were actually of no use.

So Shen Meizhuang was ready to push An Lingrong to receive the favor. Zhen Huan felt a little uncomfortable, but she agreed in order to give herself a chance to catch her breath.

When Huanbi heard the conversation between the two, she was extremely angry. Why was her elder sister willing to push An Lingrong, that petty-minded person, to the position without even considering herself?

Is there anyone more trustworthy than a sister who is related by blood? What does An Lingrong rely on?!

It seems that only you can help yourself.

After hearing what Zhen Huan and the other person were thinking, Huanbi secretly took out some silver and bought some low-quality spices.

What he is thinking is self-evident.

Meng Jingxian saw this on the screen and asked 555 to help Huanbi succeed.

So that day, An Lingrong dressed up as Zhen Huan and acted like a girl from a rural area, accompanying Zhen Huan and the Emperor for dinner.

Yinzhen listened to the hints in Zhen Huan's words, and looked at An Lingrong's earlobes which were red as if they were about to bleed, and he also felt moved.

So after they finished their meal, Yinzhen took An Lingrong away. Zhen Huan felt depressed and sat in a daze, hugging the quilt.

She personally pushed someone onto her husband's bed, but in her heart she was thinking about that handsome prince. What was going on?

I simply crawled into bed and went to sleep.

On the road, Yinzhen and An Lingrong ran into Huanbi who was getting things for Zhen Huan. Huanbi was wearing a green shirt and two gardenia flowers on her hair, making her look pretty and petite.

Huanbi stopped the two of them on their way and bowed to Yinzhen, "Your servant greets His Majesty, may His Majesty live long and happy lives."

Huanbi didn't take An Lingrong seriously from beginning to end, and her whole body exuded a seductive temperament.

And from a certain angle, she actually looks somewhat like Queen Chunyuan.

Influenced by 555, Yinzhen simply picked up Huanbi and strode towards the empty palace nearby.

Leaving An Lingrong behind, feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Huanbi was actually surprised for a moment. Was the fragrance so strong? But she quickly reacted, put her arms around Yinzhen's neck, and smiled triumphantly at An Lingrong.

555 rolled his eyes and said, if you hadn't cleaned up the mess yourself, that incense would have been enough to kill you eight hundred times.

An Lingrong stared blankly at the departing backs of Huanbi and Yinzhen. Her fingertips pierced the palm of her hand, and blood dripped down.

Baojuan also spoke up for her master in her ear, "What does Wan Guiren mean by this? She pushed the young master, and now she lets her maid come. Does this mean she looks down on the young master?"

An Lingrong did not refute Baojuan's words, but just said softly, "It's getting late, let's go back."

Looking at the young lady's appearance, Baojuan felt secretly proud. Having served the young lady for so many days, she knew her quite well, and the young lady had listened to him.

Although she felt pity for the young lady, she had to do what the Queen told her to do.

However, the task of verbal provocation is still easy to accomplish. Besides, what's the point of having sisterhood with someone like Concubine Wan who is so pretentious?

I will keep you warm, and when I return to the palace I will stew your favorite pear paste.

Zhen Huan had just gotten up and hadn't realized that Huanbi was gone. She thought Huanbi had gone out to be lazy, so she asked Liuzhu to help her wash and comb her hair, and then she took Jingxi to pay her respects.

After everyone was present, Yixiu came out and spoke loudly, "We had a new sister yesterday, and she's also a familiar one. Let's meet her."

Zhen Huan was confused and looked at An Lingrong, but saw that An Lingrong did not respond to her eyes at all.

Who intercepted An Lingrong yesterday?

When Huanbi appeared in front of everyone wearing exquisite clothes and accompanied by a maid, Zhen Huan couldn't help but ask, "Huanbi?"

This really surprised Zhen Huan.

An Lingrong was disdainful in her heart. Why are you pretending? Without your instruction, how could a maid dare to offer herself to him?

There are so many palace maids in the Forbidden City, but none of them dares to stand in the emperor's way.