The Legend of Zhen Huan: Rebirth of An Lingrong: Counterattack to Become the Queen Mother

One morning, Zhen Huan woke up and was dressing in the mirror, only to find herself looking a little haggard, with a hint of fatigue in her eyes. Huanbi, standing by, noticed something was amiss and asked softly, "My lady, did you not get enough rest? Why do you look a little unwell?" Zhen Huan shook her head gently, putting down her comb. "I don't know why, but these past few days I've felt so heavy, as if something was weighing me down."

When it was time for dinner, a table full of delicious food was placed before her, but Zhen Huan only took a few bites before her appetite vanished. She stared at the exquisite meal, her brows furrowed slightly, and an inexplicable feeling of nausea washed over her. Liu Zhu, standing by, anxiously urged, "My lady, please eat a little. You're making us worry to death." Zhen Huan forced a smile and said, "I really can't eat any more. My stomach is churning."

An Lingrong heard that Zhen Huan was unwell and rushed over. She walked into Zhen Huan's room and saw Zhen Huan leaning listlessly on the couch. She hurried forward and touched Zhen Huan's forehead with concern: "Sister, what's wrong with you? Did you catch a cold?" Zhen Huan sighed: "I don't know, I just have no strength all over my body, and everything I eat makes me feel sick."

An Lingrong thought for a moment and said, "Sister, this won't do. Let's ask the imperial physician to take a look." Zhen Huan nodded. Not long after, the imperial physician hurried over. He carefully felt Zhen Huan's pulse. His expression was solemn at first, then gradually revealed a hint of surprise. He stood up and bowed to Zhen Huan, "Congratulations, my lady! Congratulations, my lady! You're pregnant!"

Zhen Huan's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. "Imperial Physician, are you telling the truth? Am I really pregnant?" The imperial physician smiled and nodded. "The young lady's pulse is clear, and it is undoubtedly a sign of pregnancy."

An Lingrong was stunned at first, then her face was full of joy: "Sister, this is so great! This is such a happy event!" Zhen Huan's hand gently stroked her abdomen, tears flashing in her eyes, a light mixed with joy and excitement: "I'm going to be a mother..."

The Emperor was overjoyed when he learned that Zhen Huan was pregnant. He immediately put down his official duties and went straight to Zhen Huan's residence. As soon as he entered, he saw Zhen Huan sitting on the couch with a gentle smile on her face. The Emperor stepped forward quickly and shook Zhen Huan's hand: "Huan Huan, you have worked hard! My beloved concubine is pregnant, this is a great joy in the palace!" Zhen Huan lowered her head shyly: "Your Majesty, this is all my blessing."

Ever since Zhen Huan became pregnant, the palace has been flooded with visitors. Concubines from all over the palace came with gifts and smiles, but behind those smiles, they hid their own thoughts.

One day, a noblewoman came to visit. She looked at Zhen Huan and said with a smile, "Noble Lady Wan, if this baby of yours is a prince, you will surely be extremely noble in the future." Zhen Huan politely replied, "Everything depends on the will of Heaven. I just hope the child is born safely." An Lingrong silently observed everyone's words and expressions. She knew very well that jealousy and conspiracy were everywhere in the harem. After everyone left, An Lingrong said to Zhen Huan, "Sister, now that you are pregnant, you must be doubly careful. The people in this palace may appear kind on the surface, but who knows what they are plotting behind the scenes." Zhen Huan nodded gently, "I understand. I feel much more at ease with you by my side. But the arrival of this child makes me both happy and worried."

As her pregnancy progressed, Zhen Huan's health became increasingly strained. She often woke at night with leg cramps and suffered from constant back pain during the day. An Lingrong stayed by Zhen Huan's side every day, preparing various herbal soups to support her pregnancy and meticulously instructing the palace maids and eunuchs to take good care of her food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

One day, Zhen Huan was strolling in the Imperial Garden when a cat suddenly darted out from among the flowers, startling her. Her face instantly turned pale, and her body trembled slightly. An Lingrong quickly supported Zhen Huan, shouting, "Where did this wild cat come from? It scared you!" Then, she helped Zhen Huan back to the palace, comforting her as they walked, "Don't be afraid, sister. I'm here, and everything will be fine."

Back at the palace, An Lingrong remained concerned and requested the imperial physician for another examination. The physician confirmed that Zhen Huan was fine, but required bed rest for a few days. An Lingrong remained by Zhen Huan's bedside, vowing to protect her and her unborn child, never allowing anyone to take advantage. In this harem of schemes and dangers, their friendship burned like a bright candle, burning tenaciously in the darkness, illuminating each other's path and providing a warm haven for the unborn child.