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

After returning to Louyue Kaiyun Pavilion, An Lingrong could no longer hold back as soon as she stepped over the threshold. She felt dizzy and was about to faint.

"Rong'er!" Shen Meizhuang exclaimed.

An Lingrong collapsed into her arms.

Zhen Huan quickly stepped forward and held An Lingrong's shaking hands, her voice trembling as she said, "Don't worry, I gave her a drug that made her appear dead. She still has a chance of survival."

Just before the execution, she took advantage of the conversation, used Jinxi's umbrella to block her view, and fed the medicine into Sun Heyin's mouth.

"Fake death drug?" An Lingrong's dim eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's the packet of medicine you gave me that year." Zhen Huan lowered her voice. "When Sister Mei came to see me today, I felt something was wrong, so I brought it with me just in case. I just don't know if she can make it. I've already sent Xiao Yunzi to secretly follow the eunuchs who are collecting the body."

An Lingrong forced herself to sit up straight and looked at Shen Meizhuang. "Sister, quickly go find Concubine Jing and ask her to release Bai Zhi from the palace and send her to Sun Heyin. Also, quickly send someone to the Sun family in Suzhou. No matter what, rescue Sun Miaoqing before the imperial decree arrives to confiscate their property."

Shen Meizhuang stood up immediately after hearing this: "I'll go and arrange it right away."

After she left, An Lingrong leaned back on the couch, her fingertips still trembling uncontrollably. She suddenly raised her eyes, a flicker of determination in them: "Sister Zhen, Prince Guo and Prince Shen are in the capital now, right?"

"Yes!"

"No matter who is mentioned in the imperial edict behind the plaque of 'Zhengda Guangming' in the Qianqing Palace, it can only be Hongxu."

Zhen Huan's eyes flashed, and she nodded solemnly, "I'll make the arrangements."

Only Jinxi was left in the palace to take care of An Lingrong.

An Lingrong half leaned on the couch, her mind full of thoughts. She wondered what the emperor was thinking now. Sun Heyin's poisoning had failed, and the emperor must be like a frightened bird. It would be extremely difficult for him to get close to her in the future. Her method was no longer working.

Jin Xi looked at An Lingrong's face which was as pale as paper, and her heart suddenly tightened. She unconsciously clenched the hands hanging by her side, and resolutely turned around and walked out.

An Lingrong was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice that there was one person missing in the hall.

Half an hour later, Jinxi came back, soaked.

Seeing her like this, An Lingrong quickly asked with concern, "Aunt, where have you been? Go change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold!"

Jin Xi didn't bother to wipe the rain off her face. She leaned over and whispered in An Lingrong's ear, "I went to find Su Peisheng. He said that Young Master Sun poisoned the Emperor's medicine, and Daoist Master Lou discovered it. Although the poison was spit out, it still caused damage to the dragon's body.

Doctor Wei is currently being held in the Qinzheng Palace. He claims that the poison in the Emperor's body is being suppressed by Daoist Lou's medicine, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. If he remains calm, he can hold out for a few more days. If he gets angry, the poison will flare up, and there's no way to save him!

This information is top secret, yet Su Peisheng is willing to tell it.

An Lingrong suddenly raised her eyes and looked at her intently: "What did you promise him?"

Jin Xi didn't say anything, but her face turned red for a moment.

Seeing her like this, An Lingrong's heart trembled violently. She reached out and grasped Jin Xi's cold fingertips, "Aunt, you don't have to be like this..."

"Your Majesty, I did it willingly!" Jin Xi held An Lingrong's hand tightly. "I took the initiative to bring it up when I went to see him. He only told me to bring these words to you. We can discuss the matter between him and me after the dust has settled."

Only then did An Lingrong breathe a sigh of relief.

Su Peisheng has already seen the situation clearly and is looking for a way out for himself!

If that's the case, then things are much simpler.

Now the Old Summer Palace is in their hands, and the harem has been arranged by them. They just need to wait slowly for Yongzheng's death, and then the power can be smoothly transferred to Hongxu.

Only then did she feel relieved and picked up the teacup beside her.

Just as she was about to lower her head to take a sip, the palace door was suddenly flung open. Xiao Shi rushed in in a panic, stumbling to her knees. "Your Majesty! On her way back, Concubine Hui was taken to the Qinzheng Palace by the Imperial Guards sent by the Emperor!"

With a crisp "pop" sound, the teacup slipped from An Lingrong's hand and shattered on the ground.

She stood up suddenly and walked out quickly.

Juqing followed behind her, trying her best to hold an umbrella for her.

A gust of wind blew, Juqing screamed, and the umbrella in her hand was blown away.

An Lingrong ignored all this and continued walking forward. Soon the rain soaked her clothes.

If anything happened to Shen Meizhuang, it would be meaningless to her even if Hongxu became the emperor.

When they arrived at the Qinzheng Palace, Su Peisheng was standing outside the door, holding a whisk in his hand. Seeing An Lingrong coming in the rain, he hurried forward and said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is busy, you can't go in!"

Having said that, his hands were behind his back and his body was honestly leaning to the side.

An Lingrong didn't bother to talk to him and just walked forward.

The heavy palace door creaked, disturbing the stagnant air in the hall.

In the hall, the rich fragrance of agarwood lingered for a long time, but it could not cover up the faint smell of blood.

An Lingrong's heart tightened, and she quickly scanned the hall—she saw Yongzheng sitting upright on the spacious dragon throne, his bright yellow robe gleaming coldly in the candlelight. He still held the memorial in his hand, his red brush suspended in mid-air, a drop of cinnabar ink slowly gathering on the tip.

Shen Meizhuang straightened her back and knelt on the ground in the center of the hall.

After a moment, there was a "click" sound, and the drop of cinnabar ink finally fell and spread out on the memorial.

Yongzheng put down his red brush and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Concubine Wen, who let you in?"

An Lingrong neither knelt nor answered him. She walked straight to Shen Meiyu, her skirt dragging across the smooth ground, leaving a winding trail of water.

Yongzheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers gripping the armrest tightened slightly, with his joints turning bluish-white.

No one dared to ignore him like this.

Under Yongzheng's gaze, which was so gloomy that it could drip water, An Lingrong reached out and held Shen Meiyu's arm.

Shen Meizhuang didn't show any surprise and stood up with the help of her strength.

"Why are you so wet? Don't you have an umbrella?" Shen Meizhuang's voice was gentle as if she was coaxing a willful child.

An Lingrong winked mischievously: "The wind blew the umbrella away, and Juqing went after it!"

Shen Meizhuang took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the rain off her face bit by bit, not even missing the water droplets hanging on her eyelashes.

The two men stood facing each other, one was soaked but had a burning gaze, the other was dressed in thin clothes but looked calm.

The sound of rain outside the hall suddenly became louder, crackling on the glazed tiles, but it could not cover up the suffocating silence inside the hall.