An Lingrong's Rebirth: I will not offend others unless they offend me

"Mrs. Dowager, I..."

Zhen Huan hesitated, not knowing how to start.

She didn't expect to face Yunli's closest person so soon. According to her previous plan, she wanted to hide the fact that she was pregnant with Yunli's child.

But when she saw Concubine Shu who was as sad as she was, Zhen Huan felt that they shared the same sorrow, so she couldn't help but say it out loud to stimulate her desire to survive.

Seeing this, Concubine Shu patted her hand gently to comfort her.

"This Anqi Temple is usually deserted. The Emperor came here to worship Buddha a few days ago, but he only stayed for a short while before leaving in a hurry. He is very busy with government affairs, so I'm afraid he won't be able to set foot here again in the future."

"The abbot and others are intimidated by the emperor's power and will not come to disturb us."

"Even the late emperor loved the child I raised, Yunli. He often said that if Yunli had been born a few years earlier..."

Concubine Shu didn't know what she was thinking of. A trace of nostalgia flashed across her face, and then her expression darkened again.

"That was all many years ago, so let's not talk about it."

"Huan'er, don't worry, Jiyun and I will take good care of you and the child."

Zhen Huan smelled something different from what Concubine Shu had not finished saying, and her eyes flashed.

The late emperor passed the throne to the current emperor before his death. If he could live a few more years, considering that Concubine Shu had been favored for many years, Yunli might not have had no chance of vying for the throne.

A thought that had once flashed through Zhen Huan's mind was infinitely magnified at this moment.

She pursed her lips tightly, praying silently in her heart that the child in her belly was a prince.

Concubine Shu saw the change in Zhen Huan's expression. After taking a few breaths, she asked anxiously.

"Huan'er, do you have any doubts? Why don't you say anything?"

Zhen Huan lowered her eyelids, not daring to look directly at Concubine Shu, and she replied softly.

"My Lady Princess, I know you're good to me, but please forgive me for not agreeing to this."

"why?"

Zhen Huan's words turned over in her mind, and then she uttered them helplessly.

"The Emperor wants me to return to the palace to serve him. I have no choice."

Concubine Shu paused, "It's fine if you want to return to the palace. You can't disobey the emperor's order. But what about the child in your belly?"

Zhen Huan opened and closed her mouth, and expressed her decision with her eyes closed.

"The Emperor thought the child was his, so he insisted on having me return to the palace!"

Concubine Shu was so angry that her eyes widened and she asked harshly.

"Yun Li's body is still warm, and you actually want my grandson to recognize someone else as his father! You!"

She waved her hand vigorously, and the bowl fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into several pieces.

Zhen Huan looked at Concubine Shu with red eyes, "Do you know? Yunli's death was not an accident. He was murdered by someone. The boat Yunli was on was tampered with, which is why he died in the Yellow River!"

"Yunli was unfortunate to be born into the royal family. I never thought that Yunli's death was an accident."

Concubine Shu stared at her calloused hands in a trance, blaming herself.

"I......"

"Yun Li died with his eyes open. I must avenge him, but I am a weak woman."

Zhen Huan knelt before Concubine Shu and said, "My Lady Concubine, I have no other choice."

Concubine Shu dodged her outstretched hand.

"But do you have to bring my grandson back to the palace?"

Zhen Huan nodded heavily, "I don't want to do this either, but this is the only way I can avenge Yun Li and protect our child. This is also the only way I can protect my family."

"My Lady Dowager, do you know? It would be better for me to die than to live like this. But for Yunli, for our child, and for the Zhen family, I will do it no matter how difficult it is."

"My Lady Dowager, I have no choice but to return to the palace."

"I know you can't accept it right now, but I..."

"Get up. I've noticed that you're the one Yunli likes, and he probably doesn't want us to argue."

Concubine Shu helped Zhen Huan up.

"As a mother, I'm not as decisive as you."

"Huan'er, since you have decided to return to the palace, I would like to ask you to stay with me at Anqi Temple for a few days. Is that possible?"

Although Concubine Shu's eyes were on Zhen Huan, they were always glancing at her belly.

"My Lady Dowager, I promise you."

After Zhen Huan agreed, Concubine Shu asked Jiyun to take her to the room next door.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jiyun gently pushed open the door.

"Master, Concubine Wan has been settled. I noticed that the candles in the room have gone out."

"What an injustice! You should stay on duty in the house tonight."

Concubine Shu sat on the couch and felt more and more uncomfortable the more she thought about it. She called out softly.

"Jiyun, where are Zhen Yuandao and his group now?"

Jiyun replied respectfully.

"My lord, Zhen Yuandao is seriously ill, so the officers dared not travel too fast. They were delayed for several days and are currently still in Chengde."

"Tell Fangyun that since Zhen Yuandao has injured one leg and can't walk, break the other leg as well."

Concubine Shu was holding a grudge, and she would feel very uncomfortable if she didn't vent it.

"Also, tell Fangyun not to kill Jin."

Yunli repeatedly emphasized that his accident had nothing to do with Ajin, but Concubine Shu felt that he had failed to protect his master and that he could be spared the death penalty but not be punished for his crime.

"Yes, slave, I'll do it now."

Jiyun went out with a lantern. When she saw a shadow walking towards the next room, she bowed silently and continued walking forward.

Ever since the skinny prince appeared in the middle of the night half a month ago and the mother and son had a candlelight chat, the master seemed like a different person, often in a moody state.

First, he had A Jin kidnapped, and then he asked her to go and bring Wanpin over to talk.

Jiyun dared to show worry on his face only after closing the door. Fangyun's methods of torture were endless. I wonder if Ajin is still alive?

If she is late here, A Jin will suffer more.

Jiyun quickly lit the candle and dried the written note over the soybean-sized flame.

After releasing two pigeons in succession, Jiyun carefully returned to the resting room of Concubine Shu.

The next day, when Zhen Huan woke up, Jiyun invited her to have dinner.

"The Concubine couldn't sleep, so she went out early to pick wild vegetables, saying that she wanted to add a dish for you."

"Aunt Jiyun, how can this be done? How can I let the Concubine Dowager, an elder, take care of me?"

Zhen Huan quickly put down the chipped white porcelain bowl.

"Where has the Concubine Dowager gone? I..."

Jiyun pushed the person back into the chair and explained in a gentle voice.

"Madam Zhen, when the master left, she specifically told you that she wanted to take care of you as much as possible and asked you not to refuse."

"I see you look pale, so I'd better give you some porridge to nourish yourself."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, aunt."

Zhen Huan finished her two small bowls of porridge and asked tentatively.

"Aunt Jiyun, has anyone ever lived in the room I stayed in last night?"

For some reason, she always felt that there was a familiar atmosphere in the room, as if Yunli was right next to her.

The hot big hand in her dream last night brushed gently across her cheek, and the real touch made her cry several times.

Jiyun, who was cleaning up the dishes, paused and a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

"Madam Zhen, that room is where the prince used to take his naps. Ever since the Dowager Consort received the tragic news, she has been cleaning the room every day."

"I see."

Zhen Huan murmured softly, feeling an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

How could God easily favor such a poor person like her?