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

After a while, a sedan chair appeared at the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Seeing Juqing beside the sedan chair, Su Peisheng hurried over, lifted the curtain, stretched out his arms, and spoke respectfully.

"Thank you, Chief Steward Su."

An Lingrong gently placed her hand on Su Peisheng's outstretched arm, a faint smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

Su Peisheng looked her over calmly. Although this former Concubine Wen had been demoted to a concubine, her demeanor remained undiminished.

"The chief steward of the imperial kitchen and the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department have just left. The emperor is feeling upset right now. You have come at the right time!" Su Peisheng reminded in a low voice, but his eyes looked away, as if he was just saying it casually.

"Thank you, Steward Su. I will always remember this favor."

"My lord, you are so polite. It is my honor to serve you."

"Then I'll have to trouble Steward Su to inform him for me."

"Yes, my lord, please wait a moment."

When Su Peisheng entered the hall, Yongzheng rested his elbows on the table, his hands on his face, and one word was written all over his body: annoyance.

"Your Majesty, An agreed to see you."

Yongzheng moved his hand away, revealing a somewhat confused look: "Does An agree?"

Is there such a person in your harem?

"That is...Empress Wen, you ordered her to be demoted to a concubine!"

Yongzheng:......

"Let her in!"

An Lingrong walked into the hall with light lotus steps, and the hem of her skirt brushed against the golden brick floor, making a slight rustling sound.

She walked three steps to the imperial desk, lifted the hem of her dress with both hands, and bowed gracefully: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you. May your Highness be blessed with good health."

Yongzheng straightened up: "Get up."

An Lingrong stood up slowly, but did not rush to speak, just stood there quietly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yongzheng raised his head.

The gilded incense burner in the hall was burning with ambergris, and wisps of green smoke rose up, lingering in front of her plain face.

Today she was wearing a lilac Manchu dress embroidered with white magnolias, and only had a jade hairpin in her hair. She looked so plain that she hardly looked like a concubine.

However, this outfit not only did not make her look shabby, but instead added a bit of aloof and aloof temperament to her.

"What's wrong with you?"

An Lingrong pulled a letter from her sleeve and presented it with both hands: "Your Majesty, I have discovered the truth behind the Empress' assassination."

Yongzheng perked up instantly and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

Su Peisheng understood what he meant and immediately stepped forward to take the letter, opened it and presented it to Yongzheng.

"Is it Concubine Shun?" Yongzheng's voice suddenly became heavy after reading the letter.

An Lingrong's expression was as calm as a deep pool. "Yes. The Ulanara clan found evidence of corruption against Concubine Shun's father, and the Empress is using this to blackmail Concubine Shun into helping her lift her confinement."

She took out another piece of gold-sprinkled paper from her sleeve, which was the queen's special letter paper.

"This is a letter of threat written by the Empress herself. Your Majesty, please review it."

Su Peisheng took over again, and An Lingrong continued, "Shun Fei refused to be controlled by others. She went to Jingren Palace to plead for mercy but to no avail. During the argument, she accidentally killed the Empress. Afterwards, she forged the Empress's handwritten letter and lured the Imperial Noble Consort to Jingren Palace, intending to frame her."

Yongzheng's brow furrowed further and further: "How do you explain the bloody phoenix footprints?"

"It's a shoe print with a phoenix pattern she made herself." An Lingrong said slowly, "Shun Fei is skilled in needlework and is very familiar with the patterns of the harem's clothing."

Yongzheng suddenly sneered, "You mean, a concubine who had just had a miscarriage and was weak could kill the empress in a fit of rage, get away with it without alerting the servants in the palace, and then calmly plot to frame the Imperial Noble Consort?"

"Your Majesty is clever!"

Yongzheng could no longer contain the anger on his face and suddenly slammed the table and stood up, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

"I dare not!" An Lingrong immediately knelt down with her forehead touching the ground, but her voice was unusually steady.

Yongzheng stared at her prostrate figure, his chest heaving violently. "You don't dare? You've laid out the false evidence before me, and you still say you don't dare! I know you've always been bold and reckless, but I never thought you'd dare to deceive the emperor on such a serious matter!"

The air in the hall seemed to freeze. Su Peisheng held his breath and retreated to the corner. Young Master An seemed like a smart person on weekdays, so how could she come up with such a plan full of loopholes?

But An Lingrong's performance surprised him.

An Lingrong slowly stood up, not a trace of fear in her eyes: "Your humble servant may be dull, but I have the audacity to ask the Emperor a question."

"you say!"

"Does the Emperor want the truth?"

"Of course!" Yongzheng blurted out, then realized that she had a hidden meaning, and his eyes became even more angry. "What do you mean by this!"

An Lingrong raised her chin slightly, looked directly at the emperor, and spoke each word with emphasis: "If Your Majesty wanted the truth, you shouldn't have beaten all the servants in Jingren Palace to death. If Your Majesty doesn't seek the truth, then what does it matter whether the evidence in my hands is true or false?"

"How dare you!" Yongzheng stood up suddenly, and the sleeve of his dragon robe overturned the teacup on the table. The sound of porcelain shards breaking was particularly harsh in the hall.

An Lingrong kowtowed again: "I dare not be presumptuous. I am sincere and only want to help the emperor solve his problems."

"What you call sharing worries and resolving difficulties means using an innocent person as a scapegoat to get rid of the Imperial Noble Consort?" Yongzheng's voice suddenly rose, his fingers tightly gripping the armrests of the dragon throne, his knuckles turning white. "Shun Fei is at least a third-rank concubine. Aren't you afraid that I will personally interrogate her?"

An Lingrong took a half step forward instead of retreating: "Even if the Emperor interrogates her personally, she will only say this."

"You—" Yongzheng suddenly realized something, his eyes flashing with brilliance, "What conditions did you agree to her?"

An Lingrong's lips curled up in an almost invisible arc: "I promised her that I would rescue the only bloodline of the Mu family."

"How dare you!" Yongzheng swept the memorials off the table, sending them tumbling down like snowflakes. "How can a woman from the harem like you interfere in the disposition of a criminal wanted by the court?"

An Lingrong saw Yongzheng's eyes searching everywhere, his gaze lingering over the inkstone, paperweight, and brushwasher. She knew this expression all too well—he was searching for something to throw at her!

She watched his movements warily and said, "Your Majesty, please don't get angry yet. It's not worth it to get yourself hurt by anger."

Yongzheng wanted to hit her with something, but the teacup was already broken. If he used something else, he was afraid of killing An Lingrong.

He couldn't find anything convenient, and seeing An Lingrong looking at him warily, he laughed in anger, "You're so audacious! You dare to promise something like this? Who do you think you are? I personally ordered the execution of a wanted criminal. How could you save him? What gives you the right to save him? Not only did you save him, but you even said that in front of me. Do you even take me seriously?"

"Your Majesty, I do not wish to deceive you. The Mu family deserves punishment, but the child is innocent. I beg you to show mercy."

Yongzheng's eyes were icy: "I severely punish corruption in order to give a warning to all the ministers in the court. No matter who it is, as long as they dare to embezzle and accept bribes, I will never forgive them lightly, even if they are children. This is the only way to achieve the effect of killing one to warn the rest.

What's more, he is not innocent. Everything he eats, uses, and plays with is the blood and sweat of the people. Since he has enjoyed the splendor and wealth brought by the Mu family, he should also bear the price of these things. "

This was the first time that An Lingrong had nothing to say in front of Yongzheng.

"What? You have nothing to say?" Yongzheng glanced at her. "Where are your clever tricks? Where are your eloquent excuses?"

There was silence in the hall.

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