Warm my heart

An Lingrong smiled secretly in her heart. When Yinzhen was announcing the decree just now, she took the opportunity to twist his waist hard. Yinzhen immediately understood her little emotion.

Knowing that she was jealous of Zhen Huan, he quickened his pace, wanting to go back as soon as possible to "comfort" this little girl.

Zhen Huan stood there, watching Yu Ying'er being dragged away, then looked at the emperor and An Lingrong walking away, her heart filled with doubts and confusion.

She couldn't help but wonder: If the emperor didn't like her, why would he promote her to a noble lady at this time?

But if he liked her, why was Yinzhen so distant from her?

The power struggles and favors in the harem seemed to be becoming more and more difficult for her to grasp.

She stood in the imperial garden after the rain, looking at the gradually disappearing figure, her heart felt like a tangled mess, unable to make sense of it.

After Yinzhen and An Lingrong returned to Yongshou Palace, Yinzhen held her hand tightly all the way, as if he wanted to integrate her into his life.

As soon as the palace gates were closed, Yinzhen ordered all servants to leave without interrupting anyone. Without a word, he picked up An Lingrong and strode towards the inner hall.

An Lingrong was startled by the sudden action, screamed, and hurriedly wrapped her little hands around Yinzhen's neck, fearing that she would fall.

Yinzhen looked down at her panic-stricken appearance and couldn't help but chuckle, with a hint of pride and doting in his laughter, like a satisfied child.

Yinzhen's laughter was clear and unrestrained, making people laugh like a little boy.

An Lingrong's face turned red at his smile. She was so shy that she didn't know where to look. She could only bury her head in his chest and snuggle up to him like a frightened little rabbit.

Her cheeks were burning hot and her heartbeat quickened as Yinzhen got closer.

Yinzhen felt her weakness and dependence, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He couldn't help but gently rock the delicate girl in his arms, whispering teasingly, "Mm, she's so delicate and soft, just what I like."

His voice was filled with unconcealable pampering and satisfaction, which made An Lingrong feel both sweet and shy.

As Yinzhen moved closer to the bathtub, An Lingrong felt nervous.

She was held so tightly by Yinzhen that she could hardly feel her own weight. Seeing the steam rising from the tub, her heart beat faster.

Yinzhen's fingers gently slid across her waist and slowly unbuttoned her clothes, as if every touch of her skin was filled with endless tenderness and desire.

An Lingrong's breathing gradually became rapid. She felt Yinzhen's fingers sliding across her skin, and the warm touch made her whole body tremble slightly.

She was too embarrassed to look him in the eye and could only look away, but Yinzhen's eyes followed her all the time, as if he wanted to remember every expression of hers in his heart.

As her clothes slipped off one by one, An Lingrong felt like a petal being peeled off layer by layer, exposed under Yinzhen's gaze, feeling extremely shy and helpless.

She bit her lower lip gently, feeling a mixture of shyness and sweetness in her heart.

Yinzhen gently placed her in the bathtub, and the warm water immediately wrapped around her body, as if to melt all her tension and anxiety.

An Lingrong was so shy that she almost sank into the water, leaving only a pair of watery eyes exposed as she looked timidly at Yinzhen.

Yinzhen looked at her shy appearance and his heart softened.

He chuckled softly and said, "Rong'er, don't be shy. Today I will love you well."

He gently stroked her hair, his eyes full of fondness and pity.

An Lingrong felt the warmth in his hands and couldn't help blushing. She nodded slowly and gave herself completely to him.

At this moment, An Lingrong felt that her whole body was immersed in a warm atmosphere, as if heat waves surrounded her from all directions.

The temperature of the water mixed with the heat brought by Yinzhen's approach, blurring her perception.

She wasn't sure if it was her body that was hot or the temperature of the water that was heating every inch of her skin. She just felt as if she had lost all her balance in this warm water.

The ripples in the water gently slapped her body, bringing a vague sense of touch.

An Lingrong closed her eyes and felt like a feather floating in the wind, soft and light, allowing this invisible force to take her in an unknown direction.

Her breathing also became rapid with the waves of the water, as if she was being pulled by this feeling and gradually melting into the warm water.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, pulsating with the rhythm of the water, as if to merge with the flow.

Yinzhen's approach made her feel even hotter. The temperature spread between her body and soul, as if to melt her whole body.

She felt his gentle touch, like the wind blowing across the water, stirring up layers of ripples.

An Lingrong felt that she had completely lost control of her body, as if she had turned into a flower floating in the water, swaying gracefully with the ups and downs of the waves.

She didn't know how long this feeling would last, she just felt intoxicated by the warmth and heat and didn't want to wake up.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred, and she could only feel Yinzhen's presence, which surrounded her like a warm current, giving her an unprecedented sense of stability and peace of mind.

Zhen Huan's mind was full of thoughts, like a tangled mess. She kept thinking about the emperor's attitude towards her.

Although she had been promoted, the emperor looked indifferent, as if he was dealing with an official matter rather than facing the woman he loved.

This thought made her feel cold and her confidence gradually wavered.

A familiar and heartbreaking figure emerged in her mind - An Lingrong.

Her brows were furrowed as she recalled the emperor's sweet words to An Lingrong, a tenderness she had never seen before.

"Could it be..." Zhen Huan's heart trembled suddenly, as if stabbed by something cold.

"Could it be that the Emperor truly loves An Lingrong?"

This thought tightly wrapped around her heart like a poisonous snake, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this guess might be true.

The emperor's coldness towards her and his meticulous care for An Lingrong, these details pierced her heart like needles.

The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt, as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

Zhen Huan's mood became increasingly heavy. She felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss and could not find a way out.

She felt both jealousy and hatred towards An Lingrong and disappointment and helplessness towards the emperor. The inner conflict made it difficult for her to calm down.

When Zhen Huan heard that the emperor had specially summoned the imperial physician Zhang Mi to diagnose her, she was terrified.

Zhang Mi is an excellent doctor, especially good at observation, listening, questioning and palpation. If he discovers any clues, the consequences will be unimaginable.

If we shirk our responsibilities, we will be defying the emperor's will, and the situation will only become more serious.

Zhen Huan looked up and calmly instructed Huanbi beside her, "Go find Brother Wen quickly and ask him to get ready." Her tone was calm, but there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Although Huanbi didn't understand what was going on, she saw that Zhen Huan looked nervous and knew the situation was serious. She didn't dare to ask more questions and quickly responded and prepared to leave.