The Destiny of Going to Hell

It turned out that Songyang County Magistrate Jiang Wenqing was ordered to escort military rations to the northwest, and An Bihuai was accompanying the army. Unexpectedly, they met the enemy on the way and the rations were robbed.

Jiang Wenqing was a very daring man. He turned around and ran away, taking away a large amount of silver.

Yinzhen was furious and ordered the arrest of Jiang Wenqing and An Bihuai and imprisoned them in the same place, with their lives and deaths unknown.

After hearing the story, An Lingrong and Xia Dongchun were stunned for a while, "Please sister, please save my father. I'm afraid that my father will die if the emperor gets angry."

Seeing that Xia Dongchun did not react, An Lingrong continued, "My father has always been a timid man. There is no way he would be involved in this. Sister, Lingrong begs you." An Lingrong knelt down with tears in her eyes.

Xia Dongchun quickly helped her up, "What did you do? Am I, Xia Dongchun, such an ungrateful person?"

Seeing Xia Dongchun's reply, An Lingrong wiped her tears with her sleeve and sat down, "I'm just very scared." Xia Dongchun was originally angry, but after seeing her like that, she was no longer angry.

Xia Dongchun seemed to have thought of something, and said solemnly, "If your father really wasn't involved, I can't write a letter to my brother."

Seeing Xia Dongchun's serious look, An Lingrong felt a warm feeling in her heart. This was a big deal concerning the army, and she was not afraid of being blamed and chose to help me.

Xia Wei: Thank you so much, sister.

Xia Dongchun continued, "I just thought about what you said every day, that your father's position was bought, and he himself has no talent, so there will definitely be many such things in the future. My brother said that things can never happen again."

Facing Xia Dongchun's clear eyes, An Lingrong seemed to understand something.

"But if my father loses his job, what will happen to my mother..." An Lingrong looked worried.

Unexpectedly, Xia Dongchun complained carelessly, "How can you be sad? Your father and your mother were very loving before he became an official. After he became an official, he brought in concubines one after another and favored them over his wife. It would be better if he had not been an official. I was thinking that if your father really had no involvement in this, why not just save your father's life and let him resign."

An Lingrong pondered, "Yes, my mother never enjoyed the blessing of my father being an official, but she has to worry about him instead. If this happens a few more times in the future, I'm afraid my mother's life will be shortened. In this case, it would be better for him to give up his official position."

My mother already has Aunt Xiao's child to rely on, and she has a nanny to take care of her on weekdays, and she also gives me some money. No matter how bad life gets, it won't be any worse than before.

Having made up her mind, An Lingrong asked Xia Dongchun to write a letter home to explain things clearly, and she herself was also preparing to go and ask for an audience with the emperor.

Fortunately, the final result was good. My father no longer had to worry about his life, and he no longer had to work as an official. Although I became a daughter of a commoner, so what?

She was no longer so self-deprecating and sensitive, and it didn't matter if she was criticized a few times. Besides, she had Xia Dongchun by her side.

Xia Dongchun always acted like she was the eldest, her brother was the second, and she was the third. Sometimes she spoke harshly and offended people. But she was just a spoiled child, and she also gave me a lot of warmth.

An Lingrong looked at Xia Dongchun clumsily embroidering and smiled brightly.

The days passed quietly and Shen Meizhuang gave birth.

After receiving the letter, Yinzhen rode back to the palace at full speed first, while the others set off slowly.

When Yinzhen arrived breathlessly, it was just daybreak. Everyone in the palace was working in an orderly manner, but the baby had not been born after a day and a night.

Yinzhen frowned. The imperial physician had said that day that Mei'er would have a difficult pregnancy. While in the Old Summer Palace, he had not received any bad news from anyone in the palace. He thought that she was blessed by God, but he did not expect that she would still be born prematurely.

Yinzhen waited anxiously, and after a while, he heard a baby crying, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has given birth to a little prince, and the prince is in good health."

The nurse came out to announce the good news, and Yinzhen finally put his mind at ease. After a while, another nurse came out, but her expression was not very good. "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Your Majesty has given birth to another princess. Unfortunately, the princess is weak..."

Yinzhen's heart sank, and he quickly asked the imperial physician to see the little princess.

It was said before that Concubine Zhaomu had a difficult pregnancy, but unexpectedly they were twins, a boy and a girl. The little princess absorbed all the bad things, so the little prince is healthy.

At the same time, and because of this, the little princess's breath was weak and she couldn't see the twins.

But if she is taken care of carefully, the little princess will grow up after she is eight years old.

After hearing what the imperial physician said, Yinzhen heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that Mei'er could be kept alive, otherwise she would be very sad. The last thing the Forbidden City lacked was good medicine.

Of course, Shen Meizhuang's two children are healthy, it's all appearance. I just learned from 555 that Yinzhen has been made infertile by Yixiu. Shen Meizhuang, who doesn't want to serve an old man anymore, decisively decides to bleed heavily.

"Oh no! The queen is bleeding heavily!" The midwife shouted inside. Yinzhen's eyes immediately burst into tears. He rushed into the delivery room regardless of the eunuchs and palace maids' obstruction. "I don't care what method you use, save Concubine Zhaomu for me!"

Yinzhen held Shen Meizhuang in his hand, looking at her weak and pale face, dry lips, and wet eyes. "Your Majesty, am I dreaming?"

"I'm not dreaming, Mei'er. It's me. I'm back, and you will be fine." Yinzhen choked and looked at Shen Meizhuang without blinking.