This palace comes back in this life, only to be Nian Shilan

Chapter 117: Can You Hold On a Little Longer?

"The day before yesterday, Lipin slept with me. The day before yesterday, Lipin slept with me. Yesterday, Lipin slept with me again."

Concubine Hua flipped through the records of the Jingshifang and raised her brows slightly. It seemed that Concubine Li's muscle-relieving pills were indeed effective.

A few days ago, An Lingrong came to Qingliang Palace excitedly and said that she had removed the musk from the Jixi Pills. Although its efficacy would be greatly reduced when used, it could be used on the body with good results. I think once the finished product is out, it can be sold for a lot of money outside the palace.

Thinking about the previous life, when he had been pressing An Lingrong step by step because of An Bihuai's failure to transport military rations, seeing An Lingrong in this life has stimulated another potential in him. This little girl is still a little cute when she doesn't cry and just says yes and no.

Let her do whatever she wants. No matter how she tries, Sun Miaoqing can sell the things. Sun Miaoqing is really a wonderful person.

Fortunately, in this life, Sun Miaoqing was not tortured to death by the clan or the imperial power.

Oh God, look at how much kindness I, Nian Shilan, have accumulated in my life. You must bless my brother and the Nian family to be safe and sound.

It is evening now, the heat has faded, but the daylight is still just right.

Concubine Hua sat under the wisteria trellis in the Qingliangtai courtyard to enjoy the cool air, gently fanning herself and rocking her chair. The sunlight shining through the wisteria petals onto Concubine Hua's face reduced the scorching heat of the summer heat and added a layer of warmth.

The wisteria flowers bloomed beautifully this year, and even had a second flowering period in August.

Linglong and Xinchang were pounding rose juice on a small round table. They said they were roses picked from the garden outside and were going to make rouge for Concubine Hua.

Most likely, Xin Changzai saw that An Lingrong was able to make some rare spices every day to win the favor of Concubine Hua, and she did not want to fall behind. Ever since the purslane incident, Xin Changzai dared not pick anything in the Imperial Garden.

Seeing that An Lingrong seemed to be doing something new recently, Xin was worried that Concubine Hua would favor An Lingrong more, so she simply took Linglong to pick roses and bring them to Concubine Hua's Qingliang Palace to make rouge.

It doesn’t matter whether the rouge can be made or not, but Concubine Hua must see the sincerity of the mother and daughter.

Concubine Hua: You'd better stop wasting roses. It would be better to make rose cakes with Lingzhi than what you have now.

"Mother, why isn't this rose colored? There are still many petals. I want to give it to Sister Lingzhi to make rose shortbread. Sister Lingzhi's rose shortbread is delicious."

Xin Chang studied the book for a long time but couldn't figure out which step went wrong. Not only did the rouge not take color, it also didn't take shape.

Forget it, I'll just make shortbread with the remaining petals. Don't waste the effort I put into picking them in the sun for an entire afternoon.

"Sister Lingzhi, mother agreed to make roses into shortbread!" After getting Xin Changzai's approval, Linglong hugged the small bamboo basket and ran towards the small kitchen in the backyard with her short legs.

Concubine Hua was dozing on the recliner: Can you hold on a little longer?

Concubine Hua covered her face with a round fan, and the beauty beneath the fan forced a doting smile.

At this time, Zhou Ninghai limped in from outside and leaned over to whisper to Concubine Hua: "Your Majesty, I just got the news that Lord An has been imprisoned."

Concubine Hua took away the fan and opened her eyes.

What happened? Did my letter not reach my brother?

Songzhi helped Concubine Hua get up from the recliner.

"Your Majesty, Songyang County Magistrate Jiang Wenqing was ordered to escort the Northwest Army's grain. Lord An was also one of the escorts. On the way, they encountered enemy soldiers. Jiang Wenqing escaped and took a lot of silver with him. The emperor was furious and immediately arrested Jiang Wenqing and imprisoned him together with Lord An."

"When I heard about it, Jiang Wenqing had already been sentenced to death with a pending execution date."

Hua Fei frowned, wondering which step had gone wrong.

My brother shouldn't have been so concerned about that little bit of food in this life.

In his previous life, my brother held on to this matter in part to vent his anger in the harem.

"Does Concubine An know about this?" Concubine Hua held Songzhi's hand and stood up to ask.

"I don't know yet. I came to report to Her Majesty as soon as I heard the news."

"Since I know about this, I think An Changzai should know about it too."

Hua Fei's guess was correct. An Lingrong and Zhen Huan were gathering in Xianyue Pavilion to make a bellyband for Mei Zhuang's child. Baojuan took the letter and went to Xianyue Pavilion to find An Lingrong.

An Lingrong opened the letter and after reading its contents, there was a hint of panic in her eyes, but she then calmed down.

When Zhen Huan asked what was wrong, An Lingrong told her the contents of the letter in a sad tone.

"My father was imprisoned for failing to deliver grain properly."

"Ah? What should we do? What is going on?" Shen Meizhuang also became anxious.

An Lingrong was a little flustered. This was completely different from the secret conversation she had with Concubine Hua a few days ago. Why did it happen like this? What went wrong?

An Lingrong hid the letter in her arms, stood up and said goodbye to Shen and Zhen, saying that she would go back to Fanying Pavilion to find the person who delivered the letter to ask for clarification.

Wait until the matter is clear, then tell them.

When An Lingrong returned to Fanying Pavilion, she saw Jianqiu already waiting for her there.

"Miss Jianqiu, what brings you here?" An Lingrong asked Jianqiu politely.

"Your Majesty has specially sent this servant to calm the young lady down. I'm sure the young lady must be very flustered when she heard that Lord An was in trouble."

"The Queen is so considerate of us concubines."

When she saw Jianqiu, An Lingrong's heart suddenly calmed down.

No matter what kind of storm it is, she is not afraid of it.

For her, the worst outcome would be to abandon her father, a useless son.

An Lingrong's tearful look was exactly what Jianqiu wanted.

"My lady, please hold on. Although Lord An was not good at supervising the grain and grass, and was reported for corruption and bribery, these are all groundless. I believe that the emperor will be able to find out the truth."

Is there corruption? I really underestimated my cautious father.

"Excuse me, Miss Jianqiu, how much money did my father embezzle?"

"Alas, Lord Emin reported to the emperor last time that Lord An had embezzled and accepted bribes of 100,000 taels of silver. The emperor was furious when he heard about this and had Lord An imprisoned."

It turned out to be one hundred thousand taels. My father is really great.

An Lingrong held the letter from home in her hand, her fingernails tightly gripping it.

Three years as a clean prefect, 100,000 silver taels. My father was only a small county magistrate for one term, but he had embezzled 100,000 silver taels in these days. I have only been favored for a short time, but I am just a concubine, and he is showing off like this outside.

Moreover, he did not even mention this in the letter.

In the letter, my father only asked me to ask Sister Mei to ask Jeju Assistant Commander Shen Zishan to open the back door for him and let him go.

How could he say these words!

How on earth should he, as a daughter, get along with his sisters in the palace!

Jianqiu saw more and more tears in An Lingrong's eyes, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth:

"Don't worry, Miss An. The Queen has already gone to plead for mercy."