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

Chapter 482 Dependence

Breakfast has been placed on the table, steaming hot and emitting an enticing aroma.

She still looked a little tired, but under Shen Meizhuang's careful care, her brows gradually relaxed and a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Shen Meizhuang sat beside her and personally served her and Sun Heyin a bowl of porridge each, saying, "Eat it while it's hot, don't let it get cold."

An Lingrong took the bowl of porridge, lowered her head and blew away the hot steam, then began to drink it in small sips.

"Ayin, last time I saw you liked Suzhou braised duck, so I asked the kitchen to make it today. Please eat more!"

"Thank you, Madam Concubine!"

Shen Meizhuang would occasionally pick up some food and put it on An Lingrong's plate, and occasionally pick up some for Sun Heyin.

The breakfast had a lot of variety, but the portions were small. The three of them talked while eating, and most of the dishes on the table were eaten.

Sun Heyin watched their interaction as she ate, a complex wave of emotions welling up in her heart. She recalled the time when An Lingrong and Zhen Huan were together—those casual intimate gestures, those tacit eye contact, which had long been integrated into their daily life, becoming an unspoken habit.

She sighed inwardly and became even less confident about what she wanted to say today.

The trust and dependence between them cannot be shaken by just a few words.

After finishing breakfast, Shen Meizhuang was about to take a nap with An Lingrong, but was called back to Yonghe Palace by Xiao Shi to handle palace affairs.

After Shen Meizhuang left, An Lingrong keenly noticed that Sun Heyin looked a little dazed, so she leaned over to her and asked, "Ah Yin, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Sun Heyin lowered her eyes and replied calmly, "It's okay."

An Lingrong was worried and said with concern: "I see that you don't look well. Is your back injury hurting again? Let me take a look." As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Sun Heyin's arm, wanting to take her into the inner room for examination.

Sun Heyin exerted a little force and pulled her hand out of her palm.

In recent days, Sun Heyin no longer resisted her intimate actions, and would even take the initiative to approach her occasionally, but her reaction at this moment surprised her.

An Lingrong was stunned for a moment, then withdrew her hand. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Sun Heyin lowered her head, avoiding her gaze, her fingers unconsciously twisting her sleeves.

After a moment's silence, she finally raised her head, looking at An Lingrong with a complicated gaze, and whispered, "Just now... I saw that you and Concubine Hui had a very close relationship."

Hearing this, An Lingrong smiled gently, her tone tinged with emotion, "Yes, my sister, Sister Zhen, and I all entered the palace together. It's been eight or nine years now. Over these years, we've supported and cared for each other, and have long since become the most important people in each other's lives."

Sun Heyin was stunned. Eight or nine years, yes, time flies. Her fate was rewritten, also because of that talent show.

Seeing her dazed expression, as if lost in thought, An Lingrong continued, "You haven't been in the palace long, so you might not know Sister Zhen very well yet. But it doesn't matter. There's still a lot of time to go by, and as you get to know them better, they'll start to treat you like a younger sister..."

"Impossible!" Sun Heyin suddenly spoke, interrupting An Lingrong.

An Lingrong was stunned, obviously not expecting such a violent reaction.

Sun Heyin raised her head, a hint of coldness in her eyes, and said firmly: "I will never be friends with the Imperial Concubine, never!"

Hearing this, An Lingrong recalled the heated exchange between Sun Heyin and Zhen Huan when they first entered the palace, and a clear understanding dawned on her. She pondered for a moment, then offered her words of comfort, "It's okay if you don't like her. Everyone has the right to dislike others. How about this: from now on, you should spend less time with her and just be with me and my sister. I see you'd be quite willing to be close to my sister, and that would make it easier for everyone to get along."

She paused, then continued gently, "Getting along with each other sometimes depends on fate. No matter how good someone is, they may not be liked by everyone. This isn't a question of who is right or wrong, it's just that our natural magnetic fields are not compatible, so there's no point in forcing it."

After hearing her words, Sun Heyin's eyes flashed with a complicated light, and she asked in a low voice: "What about you?"

"Me? I respect your decision! So, I'll go tell Sister Zhen that from now on, if you want to come, you can go. If you don't want to go, just say you're sick. She won't say anything!"

Listening to her rambling, Sun Heyin stopped beating around the bush and said directly:

"Then can you please stop interfering in the affairs of the Imperial Concubine?"

An Lingrong could no longer conceal the surprise on her face when she heard this. She asked, "What do you mean?"

Sun Heyin took a deep breath. "You have no children, and the Emperor doesn't particularly favor you. Why would anyone want to frame you? Have you ever considered that what happened yesterday wasn't directed at you at all? You were just the beginning. If you don't stay away from the Imperial Concubine, I'm afraid this kind of thing will happen again."

An Lingrong's expression froze, and she stared intently at Sun Heyin, asking, "Did you know something?"

Sun Heyin's eyes flickered, and she hesitated for a moment, but she finally shook her head and whispered, "No, this is just my own guess."

Hearing her say this, An Lingrong sighed, "Ayin, you don't know what's going on in this palace. If anything happens to Sister Zhen, there's no way my sister and I can escape unscathed. The three of us have long been one life, one heart."

Sun Heyin's eyes dimmed instantly, but she still refused to give up. She stepped forward and came to An Lingrong's side, looking at her with a burning gaze and said, "I can help you win favor and let you give birth to your own child. As long as you are willing, I can do many things for you, as long as you... stop interfering in the affairs of the Imperial Concubine."