The wish of the Qing Dynasty is fulfilled

Knowing that the Emperor would go to Yiku Palace to have dinner with Concubine Hua, An Lingrong was so kind-hearted that she couldn't bear to harm her "sugar daddy" in this life. At the same time, she also felt that Zhen Huan had suffered enough, so she secretly left some antidote powder in the incense burner. No matter if someone had eaten fart powder or was harmed by aged musk, everyone would be cured after smelling this incense!

After doing good deeds, An Lingrong returned to the Yanx Palace. She was surrounded and examined for a long time by Xia Dongchun and Fu Cha Yixin, who had been frightened for a long time. They were afraid that she had been bullied in the Yiku Palace but dared not say anything.

During dinner, Yongzheng suddenly felt relaxed, and his abdomen no longer gurgled as frequently as in the past few days. He was immediately delighted and even wanted to kiss Concubine Hua.

Seeing the emperor's mouth so close to her, Concubine Hua suddenly felt something stinky and had the urge to turn away.

Fortunately, Su Peisheng came in to report that the Empress Dowager asked the Emperor to go to Shoukang Palace, saving his master from almost losing face in time.

Shoukang Palace.

"My son, please pay your respects to the emperor's mother."

Empress Dowager Uya, wearing a headband, leaned against the couch, her face looking a bit frail, and she coughed a few times between words. "Emperor, it's not that I want to meddle in your affairs... cough cough, but continuing an heir is a big deal, cough, I have to nag a little."

What could be done about this filial son who was so obedient that he didn't even care about the mourning period for his own father and just went to the audition? He could only answer yes repeatedly. Fortunately, he hadn't shown any intention of farting all the way, otherwise he wouldn't know what to say to make excuses.

After leaving Shoukang Palace, Yongzheng originally wanted to go back to Yiku Palace, but he thought of what the Empress Dowager had just said about the continuation of the family line, so he changed the words to ask Shen Meizhuang to sleep with him tonight.

Regardless of how lively Changxi Hall was, Suiyuxuan was filled with gloom and desolation.

Ever since she was sent back halfway through her last night with the Emperor, she has never mentioned Wan Changzai again. Seeing that she had displeased the Emperor, the Imperial Household Department took back their previous friendly attitude and became even more stingy with her.

"My lady, the weather is getting colder, and we need a charcoal brazier to light at night. However, when I went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to get some charcoal, they kept refusing me access. They said it wasn't the day to collect the charcoal yet, but Songzhi took away several baskets of the finest silver charcoal, and we didn't even get a single drop of black charcoal!"

Huanbi pouted and complained, standing outside the house and shouting regardless of anything else. Seeing the other palace maids whispering to each other, Zhen Huan felt her face turn red and white, feeling both ashamed and angry.

"Shut up! I think you can't control your mouth. You're yelling like this, and I feel ashamed even if you don't feel ashamed."

Just as Jing Xi was about to step forward to comfort Zhen Huan, she heard a voice greeting her husband from outside the house. It was a young eunuch who came from the Yanxi Palace.

"My servant, Xiao Xunzi, pays his respects to Concubine Wan. Lady Si of the Yanxi Palace, mindful of the cold weather, has specially asked me to bring this basket of red charcoal to Concubine Wan. She has also asked me to pass on a message to Lady Wan: if there's anything she's short of, send someone to Yanxi Palace to let her know, and Lady Si will find a solution."

Zhen Huan was touched by this unexpected gesture of friendship and accepted the basket of charcoal with a smile. However, Huanbi said sourly, "She is just someone who almost came to our house to ask for money. Why is she trying to show off now?"

(An Lingrong did not live in the Zhen Mansion. On weekdays, Zhen Huan often took Liu Zhu with her when she went out, and Huanbi rarely saw An Lingrong. Therefore, she was not affected by the halo of the heroine and maintained her original character.)

Hearing Huanbi's sour words, Jinxi frowned, but she didn't say anything because she was worried that Zhen Huan had always been lenient towards Huanbi. Zhen Huan remained unmoved after hearing Huanbi's words, and just scolded her and let it go.

When Jinxi served tea that evening, Zhen Huan finally spoke softly, "Jinxi, Lingrong hasn't come to bed yet, and she's not well off financially. Where do you think she got the red charcoal to give me?"

Jin Xi didn't know how to respond to this. The flickering candlelight illuminated the faces of the master and servant, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, just like Zhen Huan's surging emotions.

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"You are the only one who is kind. I gave away all the red charcoal I bought for you with money, and now you want to take some from me."

Xia Dongchun's constant grumbling didn't stop Baiguo from giving Hantao another half basket of charcoal. An Lingrong simply nuzzled into Xia Dongchun, saying, "Sister, you treat Rong'er so well," and then Xia Dongchun surrendered, remembering to ask Baiguo to buy a few more baskets of charcoal tomorrow.

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Shen Meizhuang served the emperor in the emperor's bedchamber for three consecutive days and was praised as "virtuous and dignified". She was also rewarded with a batch of newly cultivated late chrysanthemums. Even the plaque of Changxi Hall was changed to Cunju Hall. From top to bottom, she exuded the aura of a newly favored concubine.

Fat Orange, who felt that he had completed the task of balancing the harem, thought of An Lingrong again after favoring Noble Lady Borjigit and Noble Lady Fucha in succession. When he was planning to take a nap to restore his energy before playing with the beauty, the news from Songyang County happened to come.

"Songyang County Magistrate An Bihuai suddenly fell ill and died."

An Lingrong, barely recovered from her illness, collapsed again, drawing the silent gaze of the other concubines who couldn't help but sigh, "How pitiful!" She hadn't yet served in the emperor's bed. She came from a humble family, and now, having lost her father, any palace maid would have been superior to her in terms of wealth. She'd been given a title in the initial selection, and she'd been considered someone to be reckoned with. But who could have imagined that her frail body couldn't hold back her good fortune, and she'd been plagued by calamities and illnesses along the way. What was she going to do in the future?

As soon as the emperor heard the news, he gave up the idea of ​​summoning An Lingrong to sleep with him. It was not because he had a conscience and sympathized with women, but because he thought it was unlucky to meet a woman in mourning. He thought that she was unlucky, so he turned around and ordered Xia Dongchun to go to sleep with him.