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

As it was getting dark, Baoque hurried into the main hall with a cold air and reported in a low voice.

"Master, when Madam Zhen and Miss Zhen II left the palace, they took away three boxes and an elderly maid."

"An elderly Mammy?"

An Lingrong thought about the current situation in Zhongcui Palace. "But that nanny is responsible for teaching etiquette and rules?"

"Your Majesty is wise. This is what Cui Jinxi said when she went to fetch the person. I guess that Miss Zhen Er has grown up, and Concubine Zhen wants the governess to teach her the rules."

Bao'e also added.

"Master, before choosing a daughter from a noble family in the capital, some respectable ladies will always try their best to ask the palace governesses to come and give her guidance. Girls trained by palace governesses are more sought after, and will be looked upon with high regard by their in-laws after they marry."

"The Zhen family is now entirely supported by Concubine Zhen, so it's not surprising that she wants to show her off to her younger sister."

The only person the guilty Zhen family can use for the time being is Zhen Yurao.

Bao'e expressed his guess.

"I suspect that Concubine Zhen has already picked out a suitable candidate for Miss Zhen Er."

"Okay, I understand."

An Lingrong drank the warm, bitter black medicine in one gulp, and Baoque quickly handed her a cup of honey water.

After drinking the honey water, there is still a bitter taste in the mouth.

She frowned and tapped her knees again and again.

In his previous life, when the emperor saw Zhen Yurao, he was immediately struck by her beauty.

Not only did he give her a double-petaled crabapple hairpin, he also presented her with a famous painting, and even tried to win her heart by threatening her with the title of queen.

An Lingrong suddenly became nervous. In this life, Madam Zhen had to stay at home to take care of Zhen Yuandao who had injured his leg and could not enter the palace to take care of Zhen Huan during childbirth. So at this time, only Zhen Yurao could enter the palace.

No! With the example of Empress Chunyuan, Zhen Yurao must not enter the palace to serve during her confinement period!

"Bao Que, the Emperor is busy until the middle of the night before he puts down his pen on the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month. What do you think of me arranging for someone to come to the palace and perform an opera for the Emperor to relieve his fatigue?"

Baoque knew that his queen would not speak without purpose, so he quickly agreed.

"Master, your idea is good. In previous years, even after retiring from the imperial court, the Emperor would still be busy in the Yangxin Palace until late at night. He really deserves a good rest."

"Your Majesty is a wise ruler who works hard, cares for his people, and possesses foresight. His diligence is comparable to that of Yu Shun."

An Lingrong sat up straight.

"Having the troupe sing some eulogies will inevitably be seen as flattering. What songs do you think would be good?"

Bao'e was quick-witted and she walked forward with a smile and made a suggestion.

"My Lord, it takes a lot of people to enjoy an opera. In my humble opinion, the Emperor would rather enjoy it with the concubines, princes, and princesses in the harem. Throughout the dynasties, there have been many operas praising the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Among them, "The Dream of Concubine Xiang" is widely circulated. I believe that the concubines in the various palaces also like to listen to it."

"Bao'e, your idea is good. Tomorrow, I will report to the Emperor about attending the opera. If the Emperor agrees, I will work with Concubine Hua and Concubine Jing to decide on the repertoire as soon as possible."

As An Lingrong spoke, she raised her chin towards the Yangxin Palace.

Bao'e nodded slightly.

As the night deepened, the candlelight in the main hall flickered, and a wave of sleepiness came over me.

An Lingrong stood up and gave orders.

"Bao Que, you will wait for me to go to bed. The others should also go back and rest early."

"Yes, slaves obey."

Baoque helped An Lingrong into the bedroom. She first took off the ornaments on her master's head and body one by one, and then helped her to wash and dress.

When Baoque stood up to take off her palace dress, An Lingrong suddenly spoke.

"I quite like the poems of Li Houzhu, but he was the king of a fallen nation, so it's inconvenient to bring his related operas into the palace. The end of the year is approaching, and the people, after a busy year, also want to find some entertainment. You let..."

"Yes, Master. I will pass on the message tomorrow morning."

As soon as Baoque thought of the Zhen sisters, he knew how to arrange it.

She promised that before the New Year was over, the love story between Emperor Li Houzhu and Concubine Zhou would spread throughout the streets and alleys.

"Tell our people to be more cautious and try not to show their faces unless necessary."

An Lingrong gave detailed instructions.

"If you reveal any flaws, remember to lead them to the manor where Concubine Shu's body is being kept."

"Master, I understand."

The subordinates were scattered across the various farms to fatten up their men, which was just what they needed.

The next day, as soon as the emperor finished his breakfast, he went to the next room.

"Su Peisheng, is there anything new these two days?"

Su Peisheng knew that his master was asking about something unusual.

He thought of the news brought up by his subordinates when the emperor was in court just now, and reported it with a smile.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine feels sorry for you being so busy from the beginning of the year to the end. She wants to invite a troupe of opera singers to the palace to perform for you after you put down your pen."

The emperor's face darkened and he scolded angrily.

"Nonsense! Concubine Hui just lost the Tenth Prince, how can I have the heart to listen to opera!"

Su Peisheng's face changed in fear, but he still added in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, the people below have reported that the Imperial Concubine said you are a diligent and far-sighted ruler, whose diligence is comparable to that of Yu Shun. That's why we are trying to find a way to ease your mind."

Upon hearing these words, the emperor paused slightly while holding the cup.

The late emperor hastily passed the throne to him before his death. His brothers were dissatisfied and joined forces with ministers of the previous dynasty to trip him up.

Even his biological mother had doubts about his throne.

The reason why he worked so diligently was that he was holding his breath and wanted to let the world see that the late emperor's choice was not wrong and that he was a qualified heir, right?

Unexpectedly, the first person to identify with him so much was the Imperial Noble Consort.

Mingjun!

Comparable to Yu Shun!

The emperor pondered over these words again and again, and the more he chewed on them, the more he felt that the imperial concubine had good vision.

After a moment, he coughed lightly a few times.

"I've been busy all year long, it's really hard, how can I miss the opportunity to watch opera?"

"Su Peisheng, the Imperial Concubine had a high fever a few days ago and is still weak. She can't be exposed to the wind outside. If she comes to the Yangxin Palace for an audience, let her come in directly."

"Yes, I have taken note of it."

Su Peisheng chuckled and sighed in his heart: The Imperial Concubine really understands the Emperor!