The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

After sitting for a while, An Lingrong stood up and said goodbye. Her purpose for today had been achieved. If she acted too intimately, it would be too deliberate and would make Zhen Huan suspicious.

Zhen Huan escorted them both out. An Lingrong walked to the newly transplanted osmanthus tree and said casually, "This osmanthus tree is so fragrant, much more fragrant than ordinary osmanthus trees. It's true that the things in the palace are really good."

Zhen Huan said without thinking twice, "The osmanthus honey made by Liu Zhu is very good. I'll ask her to make some for you to try tomorrow!"

An Lingrong didn't care whether she understood or not, and echoed, "Since Sister Wan said so, I'll definitely eat two more pieces!"

Shen Meizhuang also smiled and said, "Osmanthus honey won't be available until tomorrow, but I made lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake today. I'll have Caiyue bring it to you later. My cooking skills aren't as good as Liuzhu's, so please don't despise me."

"Sister, you're joking. Just seeing that you're proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, I know your dim sum won't be bad either!"

Shen Meizhuang laughed heartily, "Slippery tongue!"

After seeing the two off and walking into the palace, Zhen Huan thought of An Lingrong's words again. For some reason, she always felt that these words had another deeper meaning.

According to Kang Luhai, this Suiyuxuan was once the residence of Consort Fang, who was banished to the cold palace after a miscarriage. After the selection, it was assigned to her. The Empress, seeing the remote location, ordered the Imperial Household Department to transplant an osmanthus tree there, symbolizing the arrival of a new noble. Zhen Huan carefully inhaled the sweet scent of the osmanthus. Although it was already past September, the tree still had a few buds, emitting a rich fragrance.

Zhen Huan looked down along the tree trunk and saw a group of ants busy carrying food, but they chose to go the longer way around and bypassed the osmanthus tree. How could there be such stupid ants?

Thinking of this, she ordered Xiao Yunzi, who was sweeping the floor next to her, to get a shovel and start digging from the place where the ants had circled. This action aroused the interest of the people in Suiyuxuan Palace, and they all came forward to watch.

After a few shovelfuls, they unearthed something wrapped in oil paper. Upon opening it, a strong, pungent aroma filled the air. Zhen Huan was startled, but remained calm as she instructed, "They're just some worthless spices. Go and deal with them. Don't spread the news of the spices we dug up today, or it'll cause trouble."

Everyone should be.

Zhen Huan returned to the palace and drank a few sips of water to suppress the nausea in her heart. She already knew what it was, but she didn't know who put it there.

What surprised Zhen Huan was that An Lingrong noticed something was amiss during her first visit to Sui Yu Xuan. How did she discover this? Was she just kindly reminding her? Or did she have some other motive?

At this time, Zhen Huan was only a seventeen-year-old girl. She had been pampered like a treasure in a deep mansion since she was a child, and she knew nothing about the cruelty and brutality of palace fighting.

Inside the Yanxi Palace.

An Lingrong hummed softly as she embroidered, delighted with her newfound skill. If she were to compete on China's Got Talent in the 21st century, she'd definitely be in the top spots. Su Ye listened from the side, and even though An Lingrong sang very quietly, she was still mesmerized.

"Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. The lotus leaves are so lush and green. Fish play among the lotus leaves. Fish play on the lotus leaves in the east, fish play on the lotus leaves in the west, fish play on the lotus leaves in the south..."

This is a folk song that sings about the happy scene of the working people in the south of the Yangtze River picking lotus. It is light-hearted, lively, free and unrestrained, with endless aftertaste, which is quite in line with An Lingrong's mood at the time.

"She is really petty. She has to hum a song while embroidering a flower. She can't sleep with me for the next three days. If she can sleep with me tomorrow, she will rush to go!" Xia Dongchun's voice sounded at an inopportune time.

An Lingrong wasn't annoyed by the interruption. She ignored her sarcasm and put on a proper smile, "Sister, you're joking. You're of noble status and highly regarded by the Empresses. You'll definitely be the first one to sleep with them in the future. I'm looking forward to congratulating you!"

Xia Dongchun glanced at her with disdain: "You're smart. Don't use those coquettish tricks in front of me in the future!" When she turned around, the hairpin on her head flew around and almost hit her face.

"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, she's about to go offline!" An Lingrong repeated this to herself several times before suppressing the anger that was about to burst out. Turning around, she saw Su Ye, who was as angry as a pufferfish. An Lingrong pinched her face with a bit of amusement, "She is so arrogant, someone will teach her the rules. Don't be angry, don't you always say that anger hurts the liver!"

Su Ye quickly suppressed his anger and calmed down. "My young master is right. The wicked will be punished by heaven."

An Lingrong looked at Baojuan who was standing with her head down by the door. Poor An Lingrong in her previous life, she didn't know until her death that Baojuan was a nail planted by the Queen by her side.

Baojuan hasn't done anything to harm herself yet. If she is sent away without any reason, it may arouse the Queen's vigilance.

You can also keep it for now. If you want the Queen to know something, Baojuan is the best messenger.