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

When An Lingrong returned to the sky, she was surprised to find that the entire hall had been completely renovated. The originally slightly outdated furnishings had been replaced with exquisite and gorgeous furnishings, which were eye-catching.

Xiao Luzi was waiting respectfully outside the palace. Seeing An Lingrong return, he hurried forward to greet her and explain, "My lady, the Imperial Household Department has redecorated the bedroom these past few days and sent us a number of fine goods. Look at this wind wheel. It moves even without wind. Put some ice underneath, and the wind it blows will be very cool and pleasant. My lady, you won't have to worry about the hot weather anymore!"

An Lingrong followed Xiao Luzi's instructions and saw an exquisite wind wheel slowly turning, bringing a slight cool breeze. She looked around and found that the other items in the hall had also been replaced with more advanced and gorgeous designs.

Looking at the new and luxurious decorations in the palace, An Lingrong couldn't help feeling emotional. No wonder the women in the palace were vying to get the emperor's favor. It turned out that becoming a favorite concubine had so many benefits.

She knew clearly that the emperor's reward was simply because she understood the greater good and was sensible of the bigger picture. She had proactively requested the emperor to dismiss An Bihuai from his post, relieving him of his embarrassment. Only then was he willing to show her some favor. Although the emperor had given her enough face, she could not get carried away, lest she bring herself into unnecessary trouble.

So, she said to Xiao Luzi beside her, "Xiao Luzi, tell everyone to keep a low profile and not cause any trouble."

"Yes, I will obey your order!" Xiao Luzi responded respectfully.

From the moment she was chosen to serve in the Yanxi Palace, Xiao Luzi realized that her master was a world apart from the other concubines. She was meticulous and discerning, seemingly possessing a mastery of all matters within the palace. Although she wasn't eager to vie for the emperor's favor, she had already captured his attention. Most remarkable of all, she treated the servants with unwavering kindness, her words never betraying a trace of arrogance, but rather humility and courtesy.

Looking at the master in front of him, she did not become proud and complacent because of the emperor's favor. On the contrary, she became more cautious, which made him admire her even more.

At this moment, his master's attitude also made him understand a truth: the higher the position, the more you must remain sober and calm; the more favored you are, the more humble you must be. Only in this way can you gain a long-term foothold in the palace.

"You need to work hard these few days and pay more attention to the news from the Qinzheng Palace to see who the emperor has summoned to sleep with him."

Everything is ready, except for the emperor, the tool, to sow the seeds!

Among the concubines in the Old Summer Palace now, the Empress is needless to say. Concubine Hua has angered the Emperor, and even Noble Lady Cao was transferred away and has not served the Emperor in bed recently. Concubine Jing is not favored by the Emperor, and Noble Lady Fucha is also a headache for the Emperor, and Concubine Qi has lost favor even more. Even if the Emperor goes, he only goes to see the Third Prince. Only Zhen Huan, Shen Meiyu, Noble Lady Xin and An Lingrong are left. Zhen Huan is "sick" at the time, and An Lingrong has just been favored by the Emperor, so the Emperor does not have much room for choice.

After Shen Meizhuang sent a plate of lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake to the Qinzheng Palace, the emperor called her for several days in a row.

The newly renovated room was indeed much cooler. Sunlight streamed in through the moon-shaded veils on the windows, creating dappled shadows. An Lingrong sat by the window, feeling the gentle breeze on her face, feeling particularly relaxed. Seeing the warm sunlight outside, she abandoned her thoughts of wandering the garden and, instead, picked up her embroidery frame to complete the homework assigned by the Emperor.

At this time, the Old Summer Palace seemed calm on the surface. However, beneath this calm appearance, countless undercurrents were hidden.

A few days later, An Lingrong chose a cool time and went to Xianyue Pavilion.

"The new imperial physician who took my pulse is Liu Bin, from Jeju!" Shen Meizhuang sneered, "He's really good at choosing people. I've lived in the palace for a long time, so it's natural for me to trust people from my hometown!"

An Lingrong was expecting this. "Did Sister notice anything unusual about him?"

"I tried probing him with some snacks, and he said he was transferred from his post in Jeju a few days ago to the Imperial Hospital. He hadn't known that Qi Shunzhai had resigned two years ago, so I suspected he wasn't from Jeju." Shen Meizhuang thought back to that day. If she hadn't known in advance that Liu Bin had ill intentions, she might have been fooled by his feigned homesickness. "Also, Caiyue discovered that Fuling from the palace has been sneaking around and disappearing a lot lately."

"Sister, just let her go. It won't be long before the master behind her will surface." He patted Shen Meizhuang's belly with his fan again, "How is it here?"

Shen Meizhuang smiled shyly, "I'm using your recipe. I feel warm inside my stomach after taking it. The emperor has summoned me many times, but I don't know if I'm pregnant yet."

An Lingrong motioned Su Ye to come forward and take her pulse.

Su Ye carefully felt the pulse and shook his head, saying, "It's too short a time to diagnose it, but Concubine Shen is in good health."

Shen Meizhuang felt a little relieved.

"Su Ye, Cai Yue, go and rest for a while. I want to talk to my sister!"

The two bowed and left, leaving only Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong in the hall.

Seeing An Lingrong approaching her, Shen Meizhuang thought something important was going on and couldn't help but get nervous. "What's wrong?"

An Lingrong patted her shoulder, motioned her to bend down, leaned over and whispered in her ear some modern methods of calculating ovulation and sexual positions that are easy to conceive. She didn't stop until Shen Meizhuang's face turned red, and she returned to the sky with satisfaction.