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

Chapter 485 Miscarriage

After Sun Heyin left, An Lingrong's life became boring again, but she couldn't go out for a walk, so she felt a little irritable.

Shen Meizhuang knew that she was bored, so she dragged Zhen Huan and Feng Ruozhao to the Yanxi Palace every day to play mahjong with her.

Fortunately, Zhao Yingjiu was promoted by her, and he was loyal and could be used. He made decisions on some small matters that had rules to follow, and no longer asked Shen Meiyu's opinion, which made Shen Meiyu feel a lot more relaxed.

Hongxu was studying at the prince's residence, and with Xiao Luzi by his side, she didn't need to worry too much. She focused more of her energy on accompanying An Lingrong and stayed with her all day.

This went on for about ten days.

Autumn is deepening, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

That day, after the four of them finished playing mahjong, Feng Ruozhao was the first to return to Xianfu Palace.

Zhen Huan stayed behind to chat with Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong. Although they were just chatting about daily life, An Lingrong's witty remarks made them laugh from time to time. The palace was filled with laughter and the atmosphere was warm and relaxed. For a moment, they even forgot about time.

The moon gradually rose higher, and the candlelight in the hall flickered, shining on the faces of the three people, making them look particularly soft.

An Lingrong glanced at the clock and said, "Sister Zhen, it's already too late. The three of us haven't slept together in a long time. Why don't you stay here tonight?"

Zhen Huan smiled and said, "Then we won't be able to sleep tonight."

An Lingrong knew she was referring to her restless sleep, and pouted, "Sister Zhen, you're saying that as if I'd kick people in my sleep! I'm a very good person!"

Shen Meizhuang covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, jokingly saying, "Rong'er, you kicked the quilt to the ground yesterday, and you still say you're honest?"

An Lingrong blushed and muttered, "That... that's just occasionally! I have nothing to do tomorrow anyway, so at worst I can just sleep until noon!"

The three of them laughed together, and the atmosphere in the hall became more relaxed and cheerful.

After some laughter and playfulness, the three of them removed their hairpins and jewelry, changed into light pajamas, and prepared to sleep. An Lingrong slept in the middle, with Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan sleeping on either side of her.

Although the bed was wide, it was still very warm when three people squeezed together.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the hall, breaking the tranquility of the night.

After a while, the curtain was gently drawn aside, and Caiyue quickly walked over to them and whispered, "Three ladies, Xiao Yunzi has something to report."

Zhen Huan got off the bed, picked up a coat and put it on: "Let him in."

Xiao Yunzi hurried into the palace, looking panicked, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He knelt on the ground, his voice trembling, "Your Majesty, there's news from Changchun Palace: Concubine Shun has had a miscarriage!"

"Ah!" A low cry came from the tent, obviously An Lingrong's voice.

Seeing that An Lingrong was frightened, Zhen Huan frowned, her tone filled with displeasure: "It's a miscarriage, so what? Why are you so flustered?"

Little Yunzi seemed to find it difficult to speak. She shrank her neck and hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "Your Majesty, today is Concubine Shun's birthday. The Emperor stayed overnight in Changchun Palace, and then..."

He paused, as if he didn't know how to continue, so he skipped this part and continued, "Then Concubine Shun had a miscarriage, and the Emperor was also frightened!"

Zhen Huan pulled the corner of her mouth, huh~

After listening to Xiao Yunzi's report, she lifted the curtain and saw An Lingrong biting the corner of the quilt, curled up like a shrimp with laughter. She looked at Shen Meizhuang in confusion: "What's wrong with her?"

Shen Meizhuang rolled her eyes: "I don't know, I listened to Xiao Yunzi's words and it turned out like this."

The two of them didn't bother to ask more questions. They quickly got up, changed their clothes and put on makeup, and prepared to go to Changchun Palace to check the situation.

Before leaving, Shen Meizhuang turned back and reminded: "Rong'er, you take a rest first, I will be back soon."

An Lingrong buried her face in the quilt, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes. Her body was still trembling slightly, and she was obviously trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Shen Meizhuang shook her head helplessly, looked at Ju Qing beside her, and whispered, "Tell her to be more restrained and not make any noise."

Juqing nodded in agreement.

After they left, An Lingrong poked her head out from under the quilt, a cunning glint in her eyes.

Isn't this the same trick I used against Yongzheng in the drama? And Shunpin actually used it!

What fun!

The more she thought about it, the more interesting it seemed to her. She couldn't help but roll over on the bed, but she also felt a little regretful. It was such a pity that she was under house arrest and couldn't see Yongzheng's expression in person.

Juqing stood aside, looking at her master's appearance, shook her head helplessly, and stood by silently, letting An Lingrong laugh heartily.

After she had laughed enough, An Lingrong began to think carefully.

In the play, An Lingrong put the blame for the miscarriage on Yongzheng because she could not keep the child, hoping to gain some sympathy from him and save her father in prison.

Was Shunpin doing this because she couldn't keep the baby? Who was she trying to save? Furthermore, she wanted to blame the miscarriage on Yongzheng, so why would she just do it? Why would she go to such great lengths to frame him?

Moreover, Yongzheng was not a person who indulged in lust. An Lingrong was almost certain that Shunpin had used aphrodisiacs. If that was the case, then there was a high possibility that she would lose the child, so she came up with this idea.

On the other side, in Changchun Palace.

Mu Jingqiu lay weakly on the delivery bed, her face pale as a sheet. Her hair, soaked with sweat, lay messily plastered to her cheeks. Her hands were tightly clutching the sheets beneath her, and she bit her lips until they bled. All her strength had been drained from her, leaving only endless agony.

Feng Ruozhao sat beside her, gently holding her hand with one hand and wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief with the other.

After Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang bowed, they walked over to Mu Jingqiu. Seeing her pained appearance, both of them had expressions of pity on their faces. Even though they had had disagreements before, at this moment, they only saw her as a mother who had lost her child, and they couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy.

Zhen Huan sighed softly and whispered, "Sister Shunpin, I am deeply saddened."

Shen Meizhuang also comforted him softly: "Yes, you are still young, take good care of yourself."

Mu Jingqiu couldn't hold back her tears any longer when she heard what they said. Her voice was hoarse and weak: "My child...my child...he was so young, I didn't even see what he looked like...how could he be gone..."

Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang looked at each other, feeling a little sad. As both were women, they could better understand her pain at the moment.

"Don't think too much. Take good care of yourself."

Mu Jingqiu listened to their words of comfort, tears streaming down his face. "But...but the Emperor...will he blame me? Will he think I failed to protect the child?"

Several people looked outside the hall.

Yongzheng was sitting on the soft couch in his bright yellow pajamas. His usually straight back now slumped. Mu Jingqiu's words were like knives piercing his heart.