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

Chapter 473 Push Down

An Lingrong subconsciously took a half step back, putting some distance between them, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

Seeing this, Mu Jingqiu's expression remained calm. She just lowered her head slightly and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, I have something to say to you."

An Lingrong frowned slightly, but soon relaxed her brows and said calmly, "Just tell me what you want to say."

Mu Jingqiu raised her head and looked directly at An Lingrong. "Your Majesty, if I have offended you in any way, I apologize. But please believe that I have no intention of harming anyone. I only acted to protect myself. If the day comes, I will come to you in person to apologize."

Her voice was low, but every word was clear, and every word floated into An Lingrong's ears without missing a word.

An Lingrong's heart was shocked, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Mu Jingqiu's calm yet determined expression, and suddenly felt that the woman in front of her was not as weak and harmless as she appeared.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She vaguely felt that there seemed to be some deep meaning hidden in Mu Jingqiu's words.

In a flash, she suddenly understood Mu Jingqiu's intention.

Her expression changed immediately and she subconsciously took a step back, trying to distance herself from Mu Jingqiu.

However, before she could completely step back, Mu Jingqiu quickly stepped forward and grabbed her sleeve tightly.

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong and I will never do it again!" Her voice suddenly rose, with a hint of tears in her voice, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Then, without waiting for An Lingrong to react, her body fell limply backwards and fell to the ground.

An Lingrong was so shocked by this sudden change that she froze, her handkerchief falling to the ground. She looked down at Mu Jingqiu, who had collapsed on the steps, with only one thought in her mind: Oh my god, what a great actor!

Seeing this, Juqing immediately stood in front of An Lingrong, staring at the person on the ground with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

Cuixiang, who was standing by, reacted quickly, hugged Mu Jingqiu in her arms, and shouted loudly: "My Lady, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Jingqiu was lying on the ground, his face pale and his eyes closed.

Not far away, the round fan in Zhenpin's hand fell to the ground, and Kang Guiren subconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes full of shock.

An Lingrong stood there, rolling her eyes speechlessly.

She knew in her heart that this scene would soon spread throughout the entire harem, and no matter how she explained, it would be difficult to clear herself of suspicion.

The subsequent developments were just as she expected.

Mu Jingqiu was urgently sent back to Changchun Palace. The palace maids hurriedly carried her into the inner hall. The imperial doctors and female doctors came in and out with serious expressions.

An Lingrong stood in the yard.

It began to drizzle again. The raindrops were fine and fell on her hair and shoulders, gradually soaking her clothes. However, she did not move at all. She raised her head slightly, hoping that the coolness of the rain would make her more awake.

An Lingrong shook her head, her thoughts racing as Mu Jingqiu's words echoed in her ears. She said she was doing this to protect herself? Could there be someone else in the palace who might harm her?

But why did she choose me? Because I was easy to bully?

Thinking about today's situation, An Lingrong knew that she might not be able to keep this pregnancy!

While people were sitting in the pavilion, a pot fell from the sky!

Shen Meizhuang and Feng Ruozhao, who were looking at the account books in Yonghe Palace, heard the news and immediately rushed to Changchun Palace together. On the way, they met Zhen Huan who was also in a hurry.

When they arrived at Changchun Palace, the three of them saw An Lingrong's thin figure in the hazy rain and fog, looking particularly thin.

Seeing her like this, Shen Meizhuang felt incredibly distressed. She quickly stepped forward, put her arm around An Lingrong's shoulders, and looked her up and down carefully. "Rong'er, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

An Lingrong forced a smile and shook her head at her: "Sister, I'm fine."

Shen Meizhuang then breathed a sigh of relief and took off her cloak and put it on her.

Zhen Huan stepped forward and lowered her voice: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I'm here."

Feng Ruozhao and Shen Meizhuang nodded together and stood behind An Lingrong with Zhen Huan.

At this moment, Yongzheng hurried over, walking quickly and with a stern look on his face.

Then several people followed him into the inner hall.

Soon, the other concubines arrived, even Qi Yuebin, who lived in seclusion, rushed over.

Inside the hall, Mu Jingqiu had already woken up and was half leaning on the bed. Although his face was a little pale, he was still in good spirits.

Doctor Wu knelt on the ground, his fingers resting on her wrist, listening attentively to her pulse.

After a moment, he put away the pulse pillow, bowed respectfully, and said in a steady voice, "Your Majesty, fortunately, Concubine Shun is in good health, the pregnancy is stable, and there is nothing serious. She just needs to rest well and she will be fine."

When these words were spoken, even An Lingrong was a little surprised.

She went to great lengths to set up such a trap to trap herself, but in the end she was safe and sound, and the pregnancy was safe. How could this happen?

When Qi Yuebin heard the words of the imperial physician, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his sharp gaze shot straight at Mu Jingqiu who was lying on the bed.

Mu Jingqiu seemed unaware, still with his eyes lowered, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips inadvertently, and his fingers gently stroked the patterns on the brocade quilt.

Yongzheng finally calmed down his anger and asked, "What's going on? Where are the servants?"

Cuixiang quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, it was Concubine Wen who pushed my queen!"

Mu Jingqiu quickly sat up straight, an angry look on his face: "You girl, stop talking nonsense! Empress Wen, Empress Wen..."

She stammered and couldn't speak.

Cuixiang spoke eloquently: "Your Majesty, the Emperor is here, why do you have to help her cover up? Besides, Concubine Zhen and Concubine Kang are both witnesses, and what this servant said is true."

Concubine Zhen and Concubine Kang, who were named, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yongzheng also looked at them and asked, "What did you see?"

Concubine Zhen subconsciously raised her eyes and glanced at An Lingrong.

But in the eyes of others, this look is a sign of guilt.

An Lingrong was helpless and stepped forward and said, "Just tell me what you saw!"

Concubine Zhen was stunned, her mind racing. She wondered what Concubine Wen meant by this. Did she want her to tell the truth?

After hesitating for a long time, even Yongzheng became a little impatient.

"Say it!"

Concubine Zhen lowered her head, her fingertips tightly twisting the handkerchief, her heart in turmoil. She pondered for a while, and ultimately decided that she couldn't offend Concubine Wen, otherwise the Imperial Noble Concubine and Concubine Hui would definitely harbor resentment towards her in the future.

She gritted her teeth and spoke with a trembling voice, "It's not... it's not Empress Wen's business. Empress Wen didn't... didn't push Shunpin."

She hesitated in her words, her tone revealing obvious guilt.