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

Two days later, Yongzheng issued an edict that Concubine Shun Mu Jingqiu had plotted to murder the empress and put the blame on the Imperial Noble Concubine. She was stripped of her position and imprisoned in Changchun Palace, leaving only two maids to serve her.

At the same time, an imperial decree was issued, lifting the house arrest for Zhen Huan, restoring Shen Meiyu's power to assist in the management of the six palaces, and restoring An Lingrong's position.

In addition, Yongzheng pardoned Muleng's young grandson on the grounds that "the imperial concubine is pregnant, and it is appropriate to show grace to her and accumulate blessings in return." He allowed him to return to his ancestral home and handed him over to the local county magistrate for supervision, and no longer pursued the crime of his grandfather.

Shen Meizhuang secretly instructed Zhao Yingjiu to take good care of Mu Jingqiu, and to deliver charcoal, clothes, and food on time, and the required money would be deducted from the Yonghe Palace's allowance.

Inside Yongshou Palace.

Wei Lin knelt on the gilded carpet, his fingers resting on Zhen Huan's wrist, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Wei Lin, how is your pulse?" Shen Meizhuang supported Zhen Huan's shoulders and let her lean on her, her voice trembling unconcealably.

An Lingrong twisted the handkerchief in her hand. Seeing Wei Lin remained silent, she took two steps forward anxiously: "Why don't you say something?"

Wei Lin withdrew his hand, his forehead already covered in sweat. "My two majesties, the Imperial Concubine's pulse is sometimes rapid as a drum, sometimes weak as a thread, and sometimes sluggish..."

"speak English!"

"I have added warming and nourishing medicine to the pregnancy-maintaining medicine, but it has had little effect. I'm afraid this pregnancy...is not going to be good. I am incompetent."

Before she finished her words, Zhen Huan suddenly covered her chest with her hands, feeling a strong sense of nausea.

Jinxi quickly brought a spittoon.

After vomiting for a while, Zhen Huan was almost out of breath and didn't even have the strength to straighten her back. She leaned on Shen Meizhuang and gasped.

An Lingrong asked anxiously, "Where's Su Ye? Is she in the capital?"

Wei Lin kowtowed heavily. “A few days ago, I discovered something was wrong with the Majesty’s pregnancy, and I immediately sent someone to pick her up. She is now on her way back to the capital. But…” His throat rolled, and his voice became increasingly low. “In my opinion, even if she comes back, I’m afraid…”

An Lingrong stood up suddenly: "Then let Wen Shichu come back!"

"Yes, yes, I will write the letter immediately."

After saying this, he quickly walked out of the hall.

An Lingrong thought for a moment and chased after him.

Wei Lin saw her, stopped and came to her side.

"What happened? Why did this baby suddenly die?"

Wei Lin took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "Your Majesty, I have always been responsible for the Imperial Concubine's health. I know very well that she is in good health, but the dragon fetus is so weak..."

He paused, his eyes carefully scanning the surroundings to ensure no one else was around before continuing, "When I recently took the Emperor's pulse, I discovered that His Majesty's kidneys were deficient, his vital energy was insufficient, and he was no longer in his prime. It seems... that His Majesty's body is no longer suitable for bearing children."

"Does the Emperor know about this?"

"No matter how bold the Imperial Hospital is, they wouldn't dare say such a thing. They can only use some tonics to slowly heal the disease. Unfortunately, the effect is minimal, and the condition is even worsening. I am completely baffled."

"Then can't the emperor notice it himself?"

"The emperor has been busy with state affairs these days, and he just thinks it's just hard work and doesn't take it to heart."

An Lingrong frowned, with a hint of disgust that was hard to conceal, and said coldly, "He's in poor health, but it's us women in the harem who are suffering."

The last time Mu Jingqiu lost his child, she had become suspicious. Now Wei Lin's words confirmed her guess.

She raised her eyes to look at Wei Lin, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes: "Wei Lin, since the emperor's dragon body is already depleted, why not..." She paused, a meaningful sneer curled up at the corner of her lips, "add something to his tonic, so that it will be over once and for all, and no more sisters will suffer."

Wei Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood. He whispered, "Your humble servant... understands." He bowed deeply and lowered his voice to a very low voice, "I will definitely take good care of the emperor's dragon body."

Back in the palace, Zhen Huan was still half leaning on Shen Meiyu, while An Lingrong sat on the edge of the couch, carefully stroking her lower abdomen.

This child arrived just in time. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be able to sit here peacefully, and Zhen Huan wouldn't be able to lift the house arrest so quickly.

Zhen Huan's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and an unnatural blush appeared on her pale cheeks. Feeling the warmth in her abdomen, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sister Zhen..." An Lingrong's voice trembled, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened. "Doctor Wen is very skilled. He will definitely find a way..."

"Rong'er, don't worry." Zhen Huan interrupted her weakly, a faint smile on her lips. "Perhaps this child and I are not meant to be together. It's God's will, and we can't force it."

Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong felt heartbroken when they heard this. They turned their heads away and tried hard to hold back the tears welling up in their eyes.

Zhen Huan grabbed Shen Meizhuang's hand and placed it on the back of An Lingrong's cold hand.

The three hands overlapped together, transmitting each other's warmth, as if they wanted to blend all the support, understanding and cherishment in the deep palace over the years into this silent warmth.

At this moment, all words seem pale.

They closed their eyes and snuggled up to each other quietly, letting the seconds tick by and the dusk deepen.

The setting sun outside the window cast a blood-red halo on them, and even their shadows were entangled in an unusually lingering manner.

This was the scene Yongzheng saw when he arrived.

Feeling someone coming in, the three of them knew who it was, but they tacitly agreed that no one turned around, let alone stood up to greet.

Even Jin Xi and others who were guarding outside the palace, when they saw the emperor coming, just squatted down quietly and saluted respectfully, without making a sound to alert the three people in the palace.

Yongzheng looked for a while, sighed, and quietly left the palace. He asked Jinxi about Zhen Huan's daily life, and then returned to the Yangxin Palace.

A few days later, Wen Shichu rushed back to the Forbidden City in a dusty state. Without even having time to change into his official uniform, he went straight to the Yongshou Palace.

In the main hall, Yongzheng sat upright in the main seat, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the jade ring.

Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong sat on either side, their eyes fixed on Wen Shichu's fingers on Zhen Huan's wrist.

His fingertips stayed there for a full quarter of an hour, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

No one urged them, and even the palace servants standing by held their breath.

Finally, Wen Shichu withdrew his hand tremblingly.

He fell heavily to his knees, his forehead touching the ground, but he didn't utter a word.

This action completely extinguished the hopes of several people.

Zhen Huan leaned against the brocade pillow, the corners of her pale lips slightly raised, and she whispered softly: "Your Majesty, it is my bad luck."

Before he finished speaking, tears were already falling uncontrollably.

Yongzheng stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, but stopped mid-air. Finally, he could only say in a hoarse voice: "Hanhuan, it's my fault."

After that, the two of them sat in silence.

Jin Xi came in quietly and bowed, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, dinner is ready."

Yongzheng stood up and glanced at the few people: "Come and use it together."

You old man, you still have the mind to eat!

Shen Meizhuang stood up and bowed, saying calmly, "I promised to go to the Dharma Flower Hall to chant sutras and pray for blessings for a month, but I haven't been there yet. Please allow me to take my leave, Your Majesty."

An Lingrong quickly stood up and said, "I will go with you, sister."

Yongzheng looked at them, moved his lips, but finally said nothing and waved his hand.

"Chen and concubine retire."

Zhen Huan watched their figures disappear at the door, taking away the last bit of warmth in the palace.

As the night deepened, Yongzheng stayed in Yongshou Palace, and the lights in Yongshou Palace remained on until dawn.