Warm my heart

The harem was supposed to be his place of rest and relaxation, so how could he tolerate someone secretly spying on him or plotting something ill? He secretly decided that it was time to clean up the people around him.

Although he was somewhat wary of Zhen Huan, Yinzhen did not show it.

He got along quite well with Zhen Huan under the banner of Prince Guo.

Zhen Huan did not notice the emperor's inner turmoil and thought she had finally regained his favor.

This kind of "harmony" caught An Lingrong's attention and almost made her jealous.

When An Lingrong learned about Yinzhen and Zhen Huan's "chance encounter" in the imperial garden, she felt an uncontrollable jealousy in her heart.

Although she knew that the emperor would not like Zhen Huan, she was still unhappy.

The appearance of Zhen Huan still made her feel a little threatened, as if that woman could take away her hard-earned love at any time.

The feeling of jealousy lingered in An Lingrong's heart like a poisonous snake. Although she appeared calm on the surface, her heart was filled with anxiety and resentment.

She couldn't help but think of the look Yinzhen gave Zhen Huan in his previous life. The tenderness and affection in his eyes made her heart ache slightly.

The more she thought about it, the more bitterness in her heart grew, as if it was about to devour her sanity.

This emotion gradually manifested itself in her words and actions. Although Yinzhen noticed An Lingrong's uneasiness, he did not point it out immediately.

But whenever she showed a hint of resentment, he would gently hold her in his arms and comfort her softly: "Rong'er, don't think too much. You are unique in my heart."

However, these sweet words did not completely dispel the jealousy in An Lingrong's heart.

She just replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I am just afraid... afraid that Zhen Huan will be favored by Your Majesty." Her voice was a little choked, and her eyes were full of helplessness and worry.

Seeing her like this, Yinzhen felt a little bit sorry.

He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly, "Don't worry, you are the person I care about most now. How could I let you worry about her?"

Yinzhen's words calmed An Lingrong's heart a little, but the bitterness of jealousy still hurt.

She knew she shouldn't be so suspicious, but that feeling of insecurity always lingered in her heart.

She couldn't help but confide her anxiety to Yinzhen, hoping that he could understand her concerns.

Yinzhen held her tightly in his arms and whispered to comfort her, "Rong'er, I know what you are thinking. No matter what happens in this harem, you are the treasure in my heart. Zhen Huan and Chun Yuan are not as good as you, and you are my present and future." His words were gentle and firm, as if he wanted to dispel all the worries in her heart through these words.

An Lingrong finally calmed down in Yinzhen's arms, but the fire of jealousy was not completely extinguished.

Yinzhen's comfort temporarily calmed the turmoil in her heart.

Yinzhen spent a lot of time and effort with An Lingrong before finally letting her let go of the grudge in her heart.

Although he has his own calculations about Zhen Huan, he also understands that he cannot easily ignore An Lingrong's current feelings.

In the balance between favor and power, he carefully maintained the situation on both sides, unwilling to disappoint An Lingrong, nor willing to give up using Zhen Huan.

Yinzhen sneered in his heart. The harem was too peaceful, which made him feel uneasy.

He understood that once these women had some free time, they would definitely cause trouble.

He was thinking about how to maintain balance in the harem, so he turned his attention to Zhen Huan.

Pushing her to the forefront might be a good idea.

She is both intelligent and resourceful, and can protect him from some of the storms in this complicated harem.

An Lingrong saw through Yinzhen's thoughts and had to observe a minute of silence for Zhen Huan in her heart.

She knew that once Zhen Huan was pushed to the forefront again, she would inevitably suffer countless jealousy and blows.

And she, An Lingrong, might be able to take this opportunity to consolidate her position.

After lunch, Yinzhen stayed in An Lingrong's bedroom. The sound of rain outside was dripping, as if it was going to drown the whole world.

He naturally held An Lingrong in his arms, and the two fell asleep in the quiet sound of rain.

At that moment, An Lingrong felt the long-lost warmth, and her heart was at peace, as if this rainy day had washed away all her anxieties.

However, Zhen Huan was standing at the palace gate at this time, full of expectations, but what she was greeted with was heavy rain and an empty garden.

She originally thought that today's date would be an opportunity for her to take her relationship with the emperor to the next level, but the reality made her feel disappointed.

The rain soaked her clothes and the cold wind penetrated her heart.

Zhen Huan stood there, letting the rain wash over her face, feeling desolate in her heart.

She finally realized that perhaps her expectations of the emperor were just an illusory dream.

The lost Zhen Huan turned around slowly, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart.

On this day, Yinzhen took An Lingrong for a walk in the imperial garden. They talked as they walked, and the atmosphere was as warm as that of an old couple.

Yinzhen walked in front and deliberately cleared away the branches and flowers on the side of the road for An Lingrong so that she would not be hindered by those plants.

An Lingrong smiled slightly, feeling Yinzhen's thoughtfulness and care for her, her heart filled with satisfaction and sweetness.

Just as the two of them were leisurely enjoying this moment of peace, they suddenly heard a sharp scolding from the front.

The voice was full of arrogance and dominance, as if it was lecturing someone.

Yinzhen and An Lingrong looked at each other, slowed down their pace tacitly, and quietly walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

Who is this? He comes to disturb his time with Rong'er again.

When they got closer, they saw that it was Yu Ying'er scolding Zhen Huan.

Since Yu Ying'er gained favor, she felt as if she had become a phoenix, and her behavior became more and more domineering, even showing the shadow of Hua Fei.

Relying on the emperor's favor, she acted recklessly in the harem.

Earlier, she had also sent Concubine Xin to the Ministry of Punishment and abruptly deprived her of the title of "Lady Miaoyin".

Even so, Concubine Xin finally moved the emperor by singing Kunqu opera day and night outside the Yangxin Palace, and was able to escape.

However, Yu Ying'er did not restrain herself because of this. Instead, she became more and more proud and even had the courage to challenge Zhen Huan.

Although Zhen Huan appeared calm on the surface, she had already noticed something in her heart.

She knew that the emperor and An Lingrong were not far away, so she deliberately said some powerful words, which were neither out of measure nor sharp.

Yinzhen heard it clearly in the dark, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

Yu Ying'er's behavior has already violated his bottom line. She thinks she is favored and dares to be so presumptuous. She has really lost her mind.

He immediately shouted angrily: "I agree to demote you to an official girl and move you to the cold palace!" Yu Ying'er's face turned pale. She obviously didn't expect the emperor to be so harsh. She was so scared that she collapsed to the ground.

Afterwards, Yinzhen turned his gaze to Zhen Huan, and his tone softened slightly: "Zhen Huan, you have both talent and ability, so you are promoted to a noble lady."

Although his voice was neither hot nor cold, the meaning behind it was hard to understand.

Zhen Huan lowered her head and looked submissive, with complicated feelings in her heart. She didn't understand why the emperor would promote her at this moment.

After saying that, Yinzhen no longer paid attention to Yu Ying'er and Zhen Huan, turned around, took An Lingrong's hand, and hurried back.