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

Zhen Huan and An Lingrong stood in front of the ruins of the palace that had been ravaged by the fire. Zhen Huan's eyes were full of worry. She frowned slightly and said to An Lingrong, "Lingrong, although the fire is out, the uneasiness in my heart has become stronger. These consecutive accidents are by no means accidental." Her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, as if she wanted to draw a bit of strength from the brocade.

An Lingrong nodded slightly, her eyes darting around as she whispered, "Sister is right. It must be someone in the dark who did this on purpose, wanting to create unrest in the harem." There was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, but more of it was determination. Her slender fingers trembled slightly, but she held the handkerchief tightly in her hand.

Mei Zhuang came over with a serious look on her face: "We have to find out the mastermind behind this as soon as possible, otherwise, all the sisters in the harem will live in fear." Her voice was low and serious, and her hand was on the sword at her waist. The gem on the hilt gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, as if it also felt the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Chun'er came running over, with a hint of fear on her face: "Sisters, what should we do? I'm so scared!" Tears were still in her eyes. Like a frightened deer, she threw herself into Zhen Huan's arms and grabbed her sleeve tightly.

Zhen Huan gently patted Chun'er's back and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Chun'er. We are here." She raised her head, a look of determination in her eyes, "Let's start with the preparations for this banquet and see if we can find any clues."

Everyone came to the warehouse where the banquet supplies were stored. Zhen Huan carefully checked the utensils that had been burned by the fire. Suddenly, she found a piece of burnt cloth with a special pattern on it.

"What is this?" Zhen Huan picked up the piece of cloth, frowning.

An Lingrong took a closer look and her mind moved: "Sister, I seem to have seen this pattern in an ancient book. It looks like the logo of a mysterious organization." Her eyes widened slightly, with a hint of surprise and confusion in her eyes. Her fingers gently touched the piece of cloth, as if she wanted to decipher more secrets from the fragment.

Mei Zhuang pondered for a moment: "Could it be that this series of events in the harem are all controlled by this mysterious organization behind the scenes?" Her eyes became sharp, with a chill in her gaze, as if it could penetrate the thick fog and get to the truth.

Zhen Huan bit her lower lip: "No matter who it is, we can't let them succeed. Lingrong, think about it carefully, what else can you remember about this symbol?" Her eyes were fixed on An Lingrong, full of expectation and trust.

An Lingrong closed her eyes and tried to recall: "I remember the ancient book mentioned that this organization is good at using poison and creating chaos, and they seem to be colluding with some forces of the previous dynasty." Her brows were tightly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead. She looked like she was struggling with her own memory.

Chun'er's eyes widened as she listened: "So powerful? Then what should we do?" Her voice trembled slightly, and her little hand unconsciously grasped Zhen Huan's arm.

Zhen Huan pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go see the emperor first and report this to him, and then strengthen the defense in the harem."

Everyone went to the emperor's study, and Zhen Huan reported the whole story to him. The emperor's face darkened as he heard, "How could this happen! I will not let these traitors off!" His eyes were filled with anger and majesty, and he slammed his fist down on the desk, shaking the pens and ink on it slightly.

Zhen Huan said softly, "Your Majesty, the people in the harem are in panic now. I and your concubines beg Your Majesty to send more guards to protect the safety of everyone in the harem." She bent her knees slightly, her eyes full of earnestness, and her weak figure seemed even more delicate in this majestic study.

The emperor nodded. "I will make the arrangements. You must also proceed with caution. If you discover anything, report it to me immediately."

After coming out of the emperor's study, Zhen Huan and others returned to the harem and began to arrange guards to patrol and strengthen the guards of various palaces.

An Lingrong returned to her palace, only to discover that her spice room had been ransacked. She was startled and hurried to check the spices.

"Fortunately, the important spices are still there." An Lingrong breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes were full of confusion. "Who is looking for what?"

She called the maid to ask, and the maid said in panic: "Your Majesty, we didn't know. We just found that the spice room was turned upside down and were just about to report it to Your Majesty."

An Lingrong pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of something: "Could they be looking for my secret recipe for making spices?" A trace of vigilance flashed in her eyes, and a chill surged in her heart, as if a pair of invisible eyes were spying on her every move in the dark.

After Zhen Huan learned about this, she rushed to An Lingrong's palace: "Lingrong, this secret recipe of spices must not fall into the hands of others. We must find a way to protect it." There was worry in her eyes, and she held An Lingrong's hand tightly, as if to convey strength and determination.

An Lingrong nodded: "Sister, I will be careful. I will also mix some special spices to guard against the enemy." Her eyes became firm, and her fragile face showed a sense of determination, as if at this moment, she had transformed from a protected person into a guardian.

At this moment, a young eunuch brought a letter, saying that he had found it at the palace gate. The letter said: "If you want to know the truth, come to the lakeside pavilion in the imperial garden at midnight."

Zhen Huan looked at the letter and frowned: "Could this be a trap?" Her eyes were full of doubts, and her fingers tapped the letter lightly, as if she was thinking of a countermeasure.

An Lingrong's eyes flashed: "Whether it's a trap or not, we have to go and take a look. This may be our chance to find out who is behind this." There was a hint of determination in her eyes. Her slender figure seemed to be supported by an invisible force at this moment, appearing particularly upright.

After Meizhuang and Chun'er learned about it, they also rushed over and expressed their desire to go together.

At midnight, Zhen Huan, An Lingrong, Mei Zhuang, and Chun Er cautiously arrived at the pavilion in the center of the lake in the Imperial Garden. All around was silence, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Suddenly, a dark figure flashed by, and Zhen Huan shouted, "Who?"

A dark shadow appeared, and it turned out to be a masked man.

"You're finally here." The masked man's voice was low and hoarse.

Zhen Huan asked, "Who are you? Why did you ask us to come here?" Her eyes were fixed on the masked man, with vigilance and majesty in her eyes, as if she was engaged in a silent contest with this mysterious man in the dark.

The masked man sneered, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you've fallen into a huge conspiracy, and you're completely unaware of it."

An Lingrong took a step forward: "What do you mean by that?" There was a hint of anger in her eyes, and the suppressed emotions seemed to be about to explode at this moment. She was like a provoked peacock. Although she looked weak, she also had an inviolable pride.

The masked man spoke slowly, "Everything in this harem is for a greater purpose. You are merely pawns."

Mei Zhuang sneered, "We won't be manipulated! You'd better tell the truth, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!" She put her hand on the sachet at her waist. The spices in the sachet seemed to sense the owner's anger, emitting a faint fragrance, as if cheering her on.

Chun'er shouted from the side: "Yes! Speak quickly!" Her little face flushed red, and her eyes were full of anger and courage. She looked like a little soldier who was about to charge into battle, not afraid of the unknown in the darkness.

The masked man stopped talking and just stood there quietly. Zhen Huan and the others were about to step forward to subdue him when suddenly, many men in black appeared from all directions.

"Oh no, it's a trap!" Zhen Huan exclaimed.

The guards fought with the men in black. Zhen Huan, An Lingrong, Mei Zhuang and Chun Er supported each other and looked for opportunities to break out in the chaos.

An Lingrong took out a bag of spices from her bosom and sprinkled them at the men in black. After smelling the spices, the men in black fell to the ground one after another.

"Lingrong, your spices are amazing!" Zhen Huan said in surprise.

"This will only temporarily stun them. We have to leave quickly!" An Lingrong shouted.

Everyone took advantage of the chaos to escape from the Imperial Garden. Returning to Zhen Huan's palace, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is behind this? What is their purpose?" Zhen Huan asked wearily, sitting on the couch. Her eyes were filled with confusion and worry, and her once bright eyes had become somewhat dim, as if their light had been obscured by the thick fog.

An Lingrong pondered for a moment: "Sister, I think this must be related to the previous incident with Lord Liu. They may want to completely overthrow us and then control the harem." There was a hint of wisdom in her eyes, as if she had found a clue in this chaotic situation. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if she was sorting out her thoughts.

Mei Zhuang nodded: "We can't just sit there and wait for death, we have to take the initiative." There was determination in her eyes, and her originally gentle face became cold at this moment, like a sword drawn from its sheath, emitting a cold light.

Chun'er also nodded: "Yes, we have to find their lair and catch them all in one fell swoop!" She clenched her little fists tightly, her eyes full of fighting spirit, and she looked like a little female general, full of courage to move forward.

Zhen Huan looked at them, hope rekindled in her eyes: "Okay, let's start with the letter and see if we can find some clues." There was a hint of determination in her eyes, as if she had found a ray of light in the darkness. Her originally tired figure straightened up again at this moment, like a big tree that still stands firm in the wind and rain.

So they began to study the letter carefully and found that the handwriting on the letter seemed familiar, like the handwriting of a palace maid serving a certain young lady.

"Let's go to each palace and check to find this palace maid!" Zhen Huan ordered.

Everyone began to investigate the harem, and a new contest was about to begin. Zhen Huan and An Lingrong would continue to write their own legends in this harem full of conspiracy and danger. Their friendship became more and more indestructible through repeated tests, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining the light of hope in the darkness. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, they would go hand in hand and never back down.