The Destiny of Going to Hell

Concubine Hua had no way to vent her anger on Shen Meizhuang who was already "pregnant", so she had to direct all her anger towards Zhen Huan and had a back-and-forth confrontation with her.

Yinzhen was extremely annoyed, and finally gave Shen Meizhuang the title of Hui, and said that he decided to go to the Queen to rest today.

He said that he would give Shen Meizhuang the title of concubine after she gave birth to a child safely, and then he asked everyone to leave.

Fuling was supported by Xuechu and returned to Chengjing Hall. Xuechu wiped the sweat from Fuling's forehead with a handkerchief.

"That Concubine Shen really doesn't know what's good for her. It was just a matter of convenience for her to call in a few more doctors, and it would also give her an extra layer of protection. Yet she still looked at the Empress with that kind of look."

Xuechu stood up for Fuling. Sister Fuling has always been kind-hearted. She didn't expect that Concubine Shen was so stupid and even suspected Sister Fuling.

Fuling sat down in front of the dressing mirror, "Maybe everyone has their own fate, no need to get angry."

Jiang Yan saw that Fuling looked a little tired, so he took a step forward.

A pair of hands gently rested on Fuling's shoulders. It was Jiang Yan who was kneading and massaging her to relax her.

The force was just right, and it was so comfortable that Fuling couldn't help but close her eyes.

After a while, he was about to open his mouth to say something, but he saw Su Peisheng coming with a reward.

It turned out that Yinzhen felt that he had neglected his Yu'er, so he came to send gifts to apologize.

Among them was a hairpin that was extremely gorgeous. The golden hairpin was inlaid with South China Sea pearls, and there were some tiny gems sparkling and radiant next to it.

Its craftsmanship is exquisite, and every detail reveals unparalleled dignity and elegance. It is truly a rare treasure.

Fuling sent Su Peisheng away, but turned around and saw Jiang Yan's eyes were gloomy.

Jiang Yan looked at the golden hairpin and lowered his head. For some reason, he felt a little sad in his heart.

This subtle movement was seen by Fuling. Seeing Jiang Yan like this, he patted Song Jiangyan's hand.

She said gently, "Ah Yan, what are you holding in your hand?"

Jiang Yan hid his hands behind his back, "Nothing, sister."

Fuling didn't say anything. She just looked at Jiang Yan's hands quietly. Their joints were distinct, white, slender, warm and powerful.

There seemed to be something hidden in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Yan felt embarrassed by Fuling's stare and had to spread out his hands. A wooden hairpin with a smooth texture but poorly polished details and a few pearl-like beads dotted on the hairpin's head appeared in Fuling's eyes.

Not only were there her favorite pearls on it, the entire hairpin was also polished into the shape of her favorite hibiscus flower.

She inserted the hairpin directly into her hair, tilted her head and said with a smile, "Ah Yan, don't you think I look good wearing this hairpin?"

Jiang Yan stared into Fuling's eyes and quickly turned his head away.

A very soft whimper was heard.

Fuling held Jiang Yan's face with both hands, "Ah Yan, I like it very much, really."

Jiang Yan felt a little embarrassed, "Sister, I will give you better in the future."

The hairpin he had designed and polished himself was not as luxurious or exquisite as the one given by the emperor, and it looked very shabby.

This is really unworthy of his sister.

But this was all the money he could afford.

Fuling stroked his hair gently, as if she was stroking a pitiful puppy.

"Ah Yan, sometimes a piece of thought is more valuable than the most precious gem in the world."

Over there, after everyone in Xianyue Pavilion left, Zhen Yuan and Shen Meizhuang sat together and were very affectionate.

"Sister Mei, I'm so happy for you. Whether it's a boy or a girl, the emperor will definitely value you more."

"I just hope it's a boy. Then I'll have someone to rely on for the rest of my life."

Shen Meizhuang blushed and said with concern, "Huan'er, I am pregnant now and cannot be favored. The emperor is angry with you. We have to be on guard against the favor of Yupin."

Zhen Huan was unhappy. With her ability, couldn't she win back Yinzhen's heart?

All those favors were still vivid in her mind. Yinzhen was just a toy in her hands. When she waved her hand, he would come over following the smell.

But it’s not easy to show it in front of Shen Meizhuang.

"What does Sister Mei mean?"

"You and I are in this situation now, but the emperor always needs someone to sleep with him. Why not find a helper?" Shen Meizhuang said slowly.

The only people in the capital who are on good terms with them are An Lingrong and Fang Chunyi.

In the past, she and Shen Meizhuang supported each other in resisting Concubine Hua.

But now Shen Meizhuang is pregnant and cannot receive favor from the emperor. She is alone and cannot support herself, with Concubine Hua eyeing her covetously on the left and Concubine Yu catching up with her on the right.

She must find someone to help her consolidate her favor, share Hua Fei's favor, and work with her to resist Hua Fei and share the pressure from Hua Fei.

Shen Meizhuang thought so too.

She and Zhen Huan have supported each other all the way, but now Zhen Huan and the emperor are still in a cold war, and she cannot accept the emperor's favor, so naturally she has to find someone to help.

"So what sister means is to support Chun'er?"

Zhen Huan asked hurriedly.

If it is Fang Chunyi's idea, it may not be feasible. Firstly, she is still young and has not yet reached the age of marriage. Secondly, she has a kind of spiritual energy.

If she is really favored, she might become a threat to me.

Shen Meizhuang smiled, "Sister Huan is probably confused. Chun'er hasn't even reached the age of marriage yet. I'll go back and tell the emperor that I want Lingrong to accompany me. Lingrong's personality is not stable, and her favor can only last for a while. Wait until you win the emperor's heart again, and I can be favored again. Isn't Lingrong still our good sister?"

Seeing that Shen Meizhuang thought the same way as she did, Zhen Huan was happy to flatter her.

"Sister Mei is still very intelligent."

The Old Summer Palace was in an uproar because of Shen Meizhuang's pregnancy. Over in the Forbidden City, the Empress Dowager was also very happy when she learned that her beloved Shen Meizhuang was pregnant.

Not only did she reward Concubine Hui with many good things, she also asked the Imperial Household Department to pick the best ones and send them to the Old Summer Palace.

She also specially gave her the Hehe Erxian hairpin that the late emperor had bestowed upon her and had it immediately sent to the Old Summer Palace.

On the second day, Yinzhen summoned Fuling to accompany him. He was reviewing memorials on the side, but he saw that Fuling was not reading, but eating snacks on the side.

Seeing Yinzhen staring at the snacks in his hand, Fuling asked, "Your Majesty, the snacks are delicious, would you like a piece?"

"Feed me a piece."

Fuling didn't think much about it, picked up a piece of lotus cake and put it into his mouth.

Yinzhen didn't even raise his head, he opened his mouth and started to bite, but unexpectedly he bit her finger.

"ah!"

The damp, hot and slightly painful feeling made Fuling panic for a moment. She quickly let go and covered her fingers.

"Your Majesty, please eat it yourself."

Her voice sounded unnatural.

Yinzhen grabbed her slender white hand and asked her to open her palm. He saw a faint tooth mark on her finger.

His face was full of apology, "Yu'er, does it hurt? How about calling a doctor to take a look?"

Fuling shook her head, thinking that such a minor injury was not worth making a fuss about.

But Yinzhen's face was full of pity, "I'll blow on Yu'er and it won't hurt anymore."

He held Fuling's tender, white and slender little hand, put his lips close to her index finger, and blew hot air on her injured finger.

Fuling felt a numbness in her heart and wanted to withdraw her hand, "Your Majesty, I don't feel any pain anymore."

Hearing Fuling's shy voice and seeing her white and tender little hands, how could he give up?

"I'll blow Yu'er again."

The heat came in waves, like a feather, gently tickling Fuling's heart, and she quickly closed her eyes.

Yinzhen raised his eyes and saw that she closed her eyes and dared not look at him, so he smiled gently.

Then he opened his mouth and took her finger in, wrapping his wet, warm tongue around the fingertips and licking them gently, as if he wanted to lick away her pain.

Fuling shuddered and when she opened her eyes she saw him sucking his finger and looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

Fuling only felt her face slightly hot, and whispered, "Your Majesty, I don't feel any pain anymore."

Yinzhen licked it a few times, then stopped, gave her a kiss on the back of her hand, then picked up the pen and continued to review the memorials seriously.

Really stuffy!

"Your Majesty, don't you want to eat?"

He chuckled, "Yu'er, eat it yourself. I'm afraid of biting Yu'er again."

Upon hearing this, Fuling blushed and went back to sitting on the couch to read.

I was secretly complaining in my heart, thinking that I was a sultry and hypocritical person, and I also liked to play the role of a gentleman.