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

On the second day of the selection, the palace was still filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

Lingxi ran to Zhen Huan's palace early in the morning, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "My Lord Buddha, what kind of concubines will be arriving today?"

Zhen Huan, who was putting on her makeup, smiled and replied, "This talent show is like opening a blind box. No one knows what kind of woman will be chosen until the last moment."

An Lingrong also came over and said, "Whatever happens, let's just wait and see. I just hope nothing unexpected happens."

In the palace where the selection process was taking place, the concubines were whispering among themselves. One of them nervously clutched her handkerchief, saying, "I heard there was a girl named Su Wanqing yesterday. Her sword dance was amazing and she was very much favored by the Emperor."

Another concubine snorted, "What's the point of being able to dance with a sword? This harem isn't a martial arts school. A woman's gentleness is still a must."

At this time, the nanny came over and urged: "Stop chatting, the time is almost up, get ready."

In the main hall, the emperor sat high on the dragon throne, with Zhen Huan and An Lingrong sitting beside him.

The first summoned concubine came in and timidly saluted: "Your humble servant Tang pays respects to the Emperor."

The emperor asked, "Have you ever learned any talents at home?"

Tang replied softly, "Your Majesty, I know a little needlework and have embroidered a picture of a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix."

The emperor nodded slightly: "Show it up."

The maid brought up Tang's embroidery. Zhen Huan examined it carefully and said, "The embroidery is very delicate and the needlework is exquisite."

An Lingrong also said, "It's clear that a lot of thought went into it."

The emperor thought for a moment and said, "Leave the nameplate and confer the title of Tang Da Ying."

Tang was surprised and happy, and quickly expressed her gratitude.

Then, several more beauties came forward. One of them was named Li, who was very beautiful and attracted everyone's attention as soon as she entered.

The emperor asked, "What are your specialties?"

The beautiful lady surnamed Li said in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, I am an expert at playing the zither and would like to play a piece for you."

She sat in front of the piano, her delicate hands caressing the strings, playing a melodious tune. But halfway through, she accidentally plucked the wrong string, and her face instantly turned pale.

The Emperor frowned, but before he could speak, Zhen Huan whispered, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid Miss Li was a little nervous in this hall, so she made some mistakes."

An Lingrong also said: "Yes, it seems that her piano skills are quite good."

The emperor's expression softened. "Then keep the sign for now. Li promised that you must practice diligently in the future."

Li agreed and thanked him hurriedly.

At the end of the day, several more beauties were selected, some who were good at painting and some who could recite poetry.

During the audition, Lingxi muttered to herself, "These sisters are so amazing, I'm dazzled."

Fu Heng happened to come over and said with a smile: "Princess Lingxi, this selection is related to the overall situation of the harem, so naturally these women are carefully selected from all over the country."

Lingxi made a face and said, "You stinky bastard, all you know is to talk big."

Zhen Huan watched them bickering and shook her head helplessly: "You two are like a pair of enemies."

As the sun gradually set, the day's selections drew to a close. The Emperor said to Zhen Huan and An Lingrong, "The girls selected today are quite talented. I hope they can serve well in the palace."

Zhen Huan said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will teach them the palace rules later."

An Lingrong also said: "Make sure they adapt to life in the palace as quickly as possible and don't cause any trouble."

However, behind this seemingly peaceful pageant, an undercurrent surges. The families of those who weren't chosen inevitably harbor resentment, while those who were chosen secretly contemplate their future within the palace: should they rely on the powerful or win the emperor's favor through their own talent? All of this, like a fog, hangs over the palace just after the selection, waiting for time to slowly unravel the mystery. Zhen Huan, An Lingrong, and others, also know the danger beneath this calm, and can only be vigilant at all times, protecting their status and peace within the palace.