The Destiny of Going to Hell

An Lingrong was still called by Shen Meizhuang. When she arrived at the Old Summer Palace, it was noon. Zhen Huan and Liu Zhu were waiting for her at the door.

An Lingrong got off the carriage and bowed to Zhen Huan. Zhen Huan quickly helped An Lingrong up and asked with concern, "Are you hot, sister?"

"It's okay. It's so hot, why is your sister standing here? You are the one who is most afraid of the heat."

An Lingrong looked at Zhen Huan, her heart and eyes filled with affection and trust.

"By the way, Sister Mei brought me here with just one word, but I never asked her if she was okay."

When she said this, a subtle flash of jealousy and inferiority appeared in An Lingrong's eyes.

Sister Zhen and Sister Mei were both the emperor's favorite concubines, but she had never even served him in bed.

"Everything is fine. Now that you are here, she is even happier."

Zhen Huan has always been very good at maintaining her appearance, with a warm smile on her face.

"I heard from the eunuchs on the way that Sister Mei is pregnant now, and the Emperor follows her everywhere." There was more envy in An Lingrong's words.

"You will know whether it is good or not when you meet her. Now that we are here, let's go and pay our respects to the Emperor first."

Zhen Huan grabbed An Lingrong's hand, and An Lingrong smiled and replied, "Yes, I will obey you in everything."

The two of them walked into the garden together.

They went to the Qinzheng Palace, but because Fuling was accompanying the emperor in the palace, Su Peisheng did not dare to report it. After all, Yupin was very popular now.

Besides, the emperor has been in a bad mood these days, and only when Yupin came did he feel better.

"Lady Wan, Concubine Yu is inside. Why don't you come back another day?"

Zhen Huan clenched the handkerchief in her hand. It was her again!

An Lingrong stared blankly at Zhen Huan's expression which suddenly turned ugly, and she couldn't help but feel curious.

In the end, Zhen Huan, who failed to meet the emperor, left with An Lingrong.

"Who is Yupin?"

"The emperor's new favorite, he has been treating her very favorably these days." Zhen Huan's tone was full of jealousy and contempt.

Liu Zhu was also talkative, "She was just a maid in the Old Summer Palace, and she rose to prominence overnight."

Zhen Huan took An Lingrong to Xianyue Pavilion. When they got there, the three of them exchanged pleasantries, but Huanbi still gave An Lingrong a cold look.

She also knew that Zhen Huan and the others were going to push An Lingrong to the top.

But why should she?

She is timid and petty, and is just the daughter of a county magistrate.

Huanbi was also very jealous of An Lingrong and felt that An Lingrong was not worthy of such support from her elder sister.

An Lingrong is a sensitive person, so how could she not see that Huanbi disliked her?

It is said that servants take on the appearance of their masters. Does Sister Zhen look down on me in her heart?

After An Lingrong took her leave, she went to stroll around the garden to relieve her depressed mood.

When she reached the edge of the pool, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Just then she saw a woman with an extraordinary beauty from afar.

The woman had a face as white as jade, eyebrows as smoky as distant mountains, eyes as bright as autumn water, and red lips and white teeth, all as if they were made in heaven.

She was standing by the rippling lotus pond in the Old Summer Palace. She leaned over and gently stroked the water, creating ripples, as if she was whispering to the fish in the pond.

She is so graceful and charming that people admire her.

An Lingrong couldn't help but stare in amazement.

Fuling looked over here, and An Lingrong blushed and bowed, "My sister An Changzai is new here, may I know who I am?"

Fuling smiled gently, like the early morning sun in March in the south of the Yangtze River, which made An Lingrong feel very warm. She reached out her hand and gently wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"Sister An, there's no need to be so polite. I'm Concubine Yu, so just call me Sister Fuling."

Hearing Fuling's words, An Lingrong blinked.

Her nose was a little red from crying, and her eyes were blurry, but it did not prevent her from seeing the beauty of the fairy.

And she didn't even feel disgusted by how miserable she looked.

It turns out that this is the Concubine Yu that Sister Zhen is wary of. She is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a human being.

But she is so gentle and beautiful, I don’t know how she offended Sister Zhen. Is it just because she is loved by the emperor?

"How about you come to my place for a cup of tea and rest?"

She looked at me tenderly, and I really couldn't bear to refuse.

An Lingrong thought to herself that she looked so disheveled now, which was indeed unsightly, and she was just going there to change her clothes, not because of her gentleness.

An Lingrong's background and experience made her inferior, sensitive, timid and cowardly.

But for the people he cares about, he can also be ruthless and cruel.

An Lingrong lacks love and is eager to be valued, noticed, and recognized.

Everything she has done for Zhen Huan is enough to prove this point. She longs for Zhen Huan's attention.

She longs for equal respect, and she hopes to get the same equal respect from Zhen Huan as she gets from Shen Meizhuang.

But she obviously didn't understand the difference between closeness and distance.

It would be impossible for Zhen Huan to treat her the same way she treated Shen Meizhuang.

But I can.

I don't have any friends in this palace. I gave An Lingrong the equality, respect and love she wanted, and An Lingrong let me use her willingly.

Isn’t this the best of both worlds?

When they arrived at Chengjing Hall, Fuling personally led An Lingrong to the inner room, asked Xuerong to take Baojuan downstairs to drink a cup of sugar water to cool off, and personally selected matching clothes for An Lingrong.

She spoke as she watched Xue Chu dress up An Lingrong.

"Sister An has a gentle and considerate temperament. She is quiet and graceful. You can tell at first glance that she is from Jiangnan."

"Why are you wearing a bright red dress? Not only does it hide your sister's temperament, but it also makes you look a little tired."

An Lingrong said sheepishly, "Yes, I came to the capital from the Jiangnan water town."

"It's hot now, my sister has a gentle temperament, delicate and petite appearance, and the simple and elegant light cyan and light blue make her look even more elegant."

Fuling's eyes were full of admiration, "Look, how beautiful this is."

An Lingrong followed Fuling's gaze and looked into the mirror. She was wearing a light green Manchu dress with a few pearl flowers pinned on her hair, making her look like a lotus emerging from clear water.

"Is this really me?" An Lingrong opened her mouth slightly. It turned out that clothes could change a person so much.

"But Sister Fuling, this dress is too expensive. I, I really don't dare to accept it."

Fuling drank some sugar water and didn't care much.

"What's the big deal? You already called me sister. It's just a piece of clothing. Besides, clothes make the man. Only if you have beautiful clothes can the emperor notice you."

When An Lingrong thought of Huanbi's disdain, the sadness and inferiority in her heart immediately spread out, and almost took shape.

"My sister is not of good family background and low status, so I really don't dare to expect anything."

She complained to herself and lowered her head sadly.

"So what? What's wrong with my background? I was a palace maid before. According to what you said, you, a young lady from an official family, look down on me?"

Fuling pretended to be angry, and An Lingrong quickly raised her head and grabbed Fuling's hand, "Sister, no! How is it possible!"

Fuling chuckled, and An Lingrong realized that Fuling was not really angry, but was just teasing her.

"Look, haven't you also denied that birth is everything? Especially in this Forbidden City, birth is no match for grace."

Fuling looked out the window and spoke softly.

"Women who enter the palace are all the emperor's women. Their only identity is the emperor's concubines."

"As a concubine, birth is not the most important thing. The most important thing is the emperor's favor and offspring. Am I not always criticized for being born a palace maid?"

An Lingrong looked at her and felt that she would be blown away by the wind at any time.

She wanted to say something to comfort her, but she saw Fuling suddenly smile brightly.

"But I have changed my family's situation with the grace of the Emperor, and my father, mother, and sister have all been cured. That is enough."

An Lingrong was touched, and used her love to make her family live a good life?

Yes, my mother is still being bullied by my father, my mother is still suffering, and she has not been able to live a good life because of me.