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An Lingrong leaned in Yinzhen's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling mixed emotions. She understood that Yinzhen was using his own way to protect her and give her support. But in this harem, with all its twists and turns, could she really handle the important task of being the mother of the country?

An Lingrong gently pushed away Yinzhen's arms, lowered her eyes, and her slender fingers unconsciously stroked the gold embroidery thread on the bedding.

"Your Majesty, I am of humble origin..."

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen frowned slightly and held her hand to stop her from continuing.

"Rong'er, I've said before that I don't care about your background. In my heart, you are the best woman in the world."

An Lingrong raised her eyes, her eyes sparkling with tears, and said softly: "I understand the emperor's intentions, but I can never let it go. My father is just a small county magistrate, and my mother is also of humble origin. I..."

She paused, her voice choking with sobs: "I am afraid that I am not worthy of the position of Queen and will bring disgrace to the Emperor."

Yinzhen held her in his arms, his warm breath sprayed on her ears, and his low voice was a little comforting: "Silly girl, who else can sit on this throne except you? You are talented, gentle and virtuous, and more importantly, you are deeply loved by me."

He gently lifted her chin and forced her to look him in the eye: "I want you to be my queen and share this vast country with me."

An Lingrong's eyes were moist and tears were welling up in them.

"Your Majesty..." She choked up and could no longer speak. Yinzhen's deep affection moved her, but also made her more uneasy. She knew how many eyes were staring at her in the harem, how many people were waiting to see her make a fool of herself. Could she really bear all this?

Yinzhen gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips and said softly, "Don't cry, my queen, you will look better when you smile." He took out an exquisite jade bracelet from his arms and put it on An Lingrong's slender wrist.

"I made this especially for you, do you like it?"

The jade bracelet was crystal clear, emitting a soft glow under the candlelight, just like An Lingrong's mood at the moment, complex and full of hope. She gently stroked the jade bracelet, feeling Yinzhen's warmth, and her heart gradually settled down.

"I thank you for your kindness."

"I hope you can always be so happy." Yinzhen kissed her forehead and said softly, "Tomorrow, I will announce to the world that you will be crowned as the queen. I want everyone to know that my queen is the best woman in the world."

An Lingrong nestled in Yinzhen's arms, feeling his warmth and love, and a sweet warmth welled up in her heart. Perhaps, she could really let go of the uneasiness in her heart and accept this hard-earned happiness.

At the morning court on the second day, Yinzhen, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, sat upright on the dragon throne, and his majestic eyes swept over the princes and ministers.

He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "I have made up my mind. I will enthrone Concubine Li as the queen. I will choose an auspicious day to hold the ceremony."

As soon as these words were spoken, the court was in an uproar, and all the civil and military officials were whispering to each other and discussing the matter.

"Your Majesty, you must not do this!" The first person to step forward was the old minister Zhang Tingyu, who knelt down on the ground trembling.

"Imperial Concubine Li is of humble origin, so it is hard for her to be the mother of the country!"

Then, the Minister of Personnel also stepped out and knelt down: "Your Majesty, enthroning a queen is a major national event, and you need to consider it carefully!"

At that moment, the court was kneeling, and the ministers advised and requested Yinzhen to withdraw his order. Yinzhen looked at the ministers kneeling in the palace, his face terribly gloomy.

He gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, his knuckles turning white, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"I have made up my mind, you don't need to say more!" Yinzhen's voice was cold and carried unquestionable majesty.

Yinzhen's voice was like ice, and the temperature in the palace dropped a few degrees. He thought that enthroning An Lingrong as the empress was a matter of course, but he did not expect to encounter such strong opposition.

What made him particularly angry was that the one who took the lead in opposing it was this old bastard Zhang Tingyu!

At this moment, a shrill voice came from the back of the queue: "Your Majesty, I also think that what Lord Zhang said is very true! Although Concubine Li is gentle and virtuous, and has outstanding talents, she is of humble origins. How can she be the mother of the country?"

The Minister of Rites, Lord Liu, was a man who was used to flattering the powerful and flattering the weak. His daughter, Liu Da Ying, had been in the palace for many years, but she had always been unknown and had only shown her face to the emperor a few times, let alone the emperor's favor.

He is changing with the times at this moment, perhaps, for the sake of his poor daughter, to buy a glimmer of hope for her survival.

Lord Liu was spitting and talking excitedly, and he said in a sharp voice: "Your Majesty, this Imperial Concubine Li is just relying on her beauty to seduce the emperor! Her father is just a small county magistrate, and her ancestors didn't even have a scholar! With such a background, how can she be the mother of the country? Wouldn't it make the world laugh at our Qing imperial family?"

He paused, and then said sarcastically: "There are three thousand beauties in the harem, all of whom are from famous families and are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Why does the emperor favor only An? Treating everyone equally is the way of a sage monarch!"

Lord Liu's words were extremely harsh.

Yinzhen's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds before a rainstorm. He was already dissatisfied with these old stubborn people, and now seeing Lord Liu slandering Rong'er, he was even more furious.

He slammed the armrest of the dragon throne, making a loud noise that silenced the entire hall.

"How dare you!" Yinzhen's roar echoed in the Golden Throne Hall, like a thunderclap that made everyone's eardrums buzz. He stood up suddenly, and the hem of his dragon robe rolled violently with his movement, like a surging wave.

"Minister Liu, you are so bold! How dare you slander my queen like this!"

Minister Liu was so frightened that he kowtowed immediately, his forehead hitting the marble floor with a dull thud. "Your Majesty, please calm down! I...I have spoken out of turn!"

"You said something out of turn?" Yinzhen sneered, his eyes flashing coldly: "You are saying something that hurts my heart! I think you are tired of living!"

The atmosphere in the palace was so solemn that one could hear a pin drop. The ministers dared not to breathe, fearing that they would get into trouble if they were not careful.

Lord Liu kowtowed repeatedly, his body shaking like a sieve, but he still stiffened his neck and shouted: "Your Majesty! Everything I say is true! This Imperial Concubine Li..."

“How dare you!” Yinzhen shouted angrily and kicked over the incense burner in front of him. The curling smoke made his face look even more sinister.

"How dare you, a mere minister, slander the imperial concubine? I think you are tired of living!"

Minister Liu was so frightened that his heart and liver were broken, and he said incoherently: "Your Majesty, please spare my life! I...I am only...thinking about the country and people of the Qing Dynasty..."

"The country and the people?" Yinzhen laughed in anger. He slowly walked in front of Minister Liu and looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.