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

After saying this, she slowly walked over to An Lingrong. "Well, I admit everything. But do you dare to present this evidence to the Emperor? I'm afraid you wouldn't even dare to mention the three words 'heartbreak grass' in front of the Emperor?"

"I didn't dare let the Emperor know about the Heartbreak Grass, but I'm afraid you wouldn't dare let the Emperor know either. If this matter were exposed, I'm not sure if the Emperor would be able to find out what happened back then, but the truth about the Queen's death would be known to the Emperor immediately!"

"Are you trying to scare me?" Qi Yuebin sneered, his eyes full of disdain. "The Emperor didn't care about the Queen's death at all. But Nian Shilan's case is completely different. After all these years, the Emperor still visits the Yikun Palace. If this matter is exposed, Imperial Concubine and Concubine Hui, none of you will be able to escape!"

Seeing her like this, An Lingrong felt a surge of blood rushing to her forehead. Qi Yuebin really knew her too well. If the two of them were to compete to see who was more willing to take risks, she really could not compare to Qi Yuebin.

She is like a match without a head, a single woman, but she has a whole family behind her!

She took a deep breath, suppressed her inner anger, and said coldly, "Aunt, you must go to the Yangxin Palace immediately and tell the Imperial Noble Consort that Concubine Duan has caught a cold and is weak. She should not go out and see anyone for the next three months. Also, since we are unable to take care of Princess Wenyi, send her to Chuxiu Palace to keep her company with Princess Shuhe. When Concubine Duan is fully recovered, you can bring her back."

Jin Xi, who was standing by, said, "Yes, I'll go right away."

Qi Yuebin's gaze pierced An Lingrong, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "Princess Wen, we had an agreement back then."

An Lingrong raised her eyebrows slightly, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "You also said that, that was what happened in the past. Times have passed, and things are different now.

Besides, even if I break my promise, what's the big deal? Being honest with those who are kind and loyal is my code of conduct; playing tricks on those who are heartless and disloyal is my method. You're acting this way, and you still expect me to remember our original agreement? That's a bit unrealistic."

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell the emperor what happened back then?" Concubine Duan's face darkened, a cold light flashed in her eyes, she took a step forward and questioned.

An Lingrong heard this without the slightest fear: "If you had evidence, the one standing here talking to me today should be the maid from the Ministry of Punishment!"

"Princess Wen, are you declaring war on me?"

"So what?" An Lingrong stood firm, her back straight, her gaze firmly meeting the other's. "Since you've already made the first move, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you have any other tricks, feel free to use them! But I must remind you that the Imperial Concubine is now the head of the six palaces. The marriages of the princes and princesses in the palace all depend on her decision. You'd better think carefully before you act."

Although it is a bit shameless to threaten Qi Yuebin with Wen Yi's lifelong affairs, it is effective.

"Good! Very good!" Concubine Duan laughed in anger. The moment she stepped out of the door, she suddenly turned back and said, "I hope you will always be so strong."

After saying that, he left.

The hall suddenly became quiet, with only Sun Heyin standing alone in the center.

An Lingrong ignored her and turned back to sit next to Zhen Huan.

At this time, Liu Zhu came in with a celadon medicine bowl in her hand. The medicine in the bowl was black and had a bitter smell. "Your Highness, the medicine for pregnancy maintenance is ready."

An Lingrong reached out to take it, and tested the temperature of the bowl with her fingertips to confirm that it was neither hot nor cold before she brought it to Shen Meiyu.

Shen Meizhuang put her arm around Zhen Huan's shoulders and let her lean on her chest. With her other hand, she picked up a silver spoon, scooped a spoonful of medicine, blew on it gently, and then handed it to Zhen Huan's lips.

Zhen Huan swallowed the medicine obediently. Although her brows were slightly furrowed by the bitter taste, she still had a faint smile on her face.

Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong cooperated with each other, one bent down to hold the bowl, and the other lowered her head to feed the medicine until the bowl was empty.

Sun Heyin knelt on the ground, watching Shen Meizhuang wipe the medicine stains from the corners of Zhen Huan's lips, watching An Lingrong personally feed her candied fruit, and watching the warmth flowing between the three of them.

Zhen Huan finally regained some spirits. She stood up and walked over to Sun Heyin, her face still calm. "Sister Sun, you've offended me many times since you entered the palace. I just thought it was just your personality, and for Rong'er's sake, I never held it against you. But this time, the word 'personality' can't explain it. I don't believe you would have such strong malice towards me for no reason."

Rong'er is here today too. If I've done anything to hurt you, just tell me. If it's really my fault, I'll naturally give you an explanation. At the same time, I can guarantee that what you said today won't reach anyone else except the four of us."

As she spoke, she walked to the table, picked up the evidence that An Lingrong had found, raised her hand, and threw it into the fire basket in the center of the hall.

In an instant, the flames jumped up, licking the paper, and a puff of green smoke rose up. In just a moment, the paper turned to ashes.

"This is my sincerity."

After Zhen Huan finished speaking, she returned to sit on the couch, staring at her intently, waiting for her response.

Sun Heyin raised her head and looked at An Lingrong.

An Lingrong was also looking at her with an indescribable expectation.

Sun Heyin's hands hanging by her side were trembling slightly. She opened her mouth, her throat rolled a few times, but in the end she just closed her eyes dejectedly, letting a tear slide down her cheek.

At this point, Zhen Huan sighed and waved her hand at An Lingrong: "You handle it!"

An Lingrong walked slowly closer and stopped in front of Sun Heyin, her eyes full of disappointment.

"If you don't want to talk about your affairs, I won't ask any more questions. The harem fights are based on each person's ability. I don't care what you did to the emperor. But this child cannot be saved. You should know it well, right?"

Sun Heyin shuddered all over, feeling a chill running up her spine from the soles of her feet.

An Lingrong stared at the person in front of her, her tone suddenly sharp, "You absolutely shouldn't have hurt an innocent child! Even if you didn't mean to, this will be held against you."

Sun Heyin subconsciously raised her head, but before she could open her mouth to explain, a shadow suddenly flashed before her eyes.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of slaps rang out in the hall.

Sun Heyin was caught off guard and her head was knocked sideways. A few strands of her carefully combed hair fell loose and hung down beside her ears in a messy manner.

She trembled, raised her hands to cover her red cheeks, and looked up in disbelief.

An Lingrong's usually gentle almond-shaped eyes were now burning with terrifying anger, and they glowed with a cold light in the sunlight.

"This slap is for this child. You better take care of yourself."