An Lingrong leaned against the soft couch, her fingertips gently stroking the jade bracelet on her wrist, which felt cool and delicate.

The bracelet emitted a faint green light, which flickered in her eyes like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The death of the queen was like a huge rock falling to the ground, and the haze that had been weighing on her heart for many days also dissipated.

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

"Nian Shilan, you are really powerful in combat..."

An Lingrong murmured, with a hint of disbelief and a hint of regret in her tone.

She never thought that Nian Shilan would end her life in such a decisive way, and in the process helped her clear the biggest obstacle.

Now, in the harem, only Concubine Qi is still jumping around, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Zhen Huan lost her child and her favor, and no longer posed a threat to her.

She could finally let down her guard and focus all her energy on her children.

"my child……"

An Lingrong's eyes softened, and infinite maternal love surged in her heart.

She would teach him well, support him, and help him eventually reach the supreme position.

This was her only goal for the rest of her life.

The aroma of agarwood lingered in the hall, but it could not cover up the ambition and desire that permeated the air.

Shen Meizhuang stepped into Yongshou Palace with light steps, but with a hint of hesitation.

"Empress Shu Guifei..."

She called softly, her eyes falling on An Lingrong.

An Lingrong raised her eyes, put down the teacup in her hand, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Sister Mei is here."

Her voice was gentle, yet distant.

Shen Meizhuang sat down beside her, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Zhen Huan wants to see Qi."

She finally told the purpose of her trip.

An Lingrong's expression did not change, she just smiled faintly.

"Then go ahead."

She spoke calmly, as if she was talking about something insignificant.

"After all, you two were sisters. Now that she has fallen into this state, she must be very unhappy."

An Lingrong paused, her eyes deep.

"Go see her and rekindle your childhood friendship."

There was a subtle hint of sarcasm in her tone.

After Shen Meizhuang left, An Lingrong sat alone in the hall, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

The wind outside the hall blew the window frames, making a creaking sound, just like her chaotic mood at the moment.

She thought of Zhen Huan and felt mixed emotions.

Compared to the original plot, Zhen Huan's situation is much better now.

His family was not exiled to Ningguta, Liu Zhu did not die, and Wen Shichu did not castrate himself because of Shen Meiyu.

Even Huanbi, although imprisoned in the cold palace, managed to save her life.

"Zhen Huan, you should thank me..."

An Lingrong murmured, with a hint of self-mockery in her tone.

Everything she did ultimately helped others.

The atmosphere in Suiyuxuan was solemn.

Zhen Huan sat by the window, looking at the bleak scenery outside, her eyes full of loneliness.

Shen Meizhuang sat down opposite her and sighed softly.

"Huan'er, do you still remember what it was like when we first entered the palace?"

Her voice held a hint of nostalgia and sadness.

"Back then, we were still sisters who treated each other sincerely..."

Zhen Huan turned her head, her eyes blurred with tears.

"Sister Mei, since when did we become so distant?"

Her voice was choked with sobs and a hint of grievance.

Shen Meizhuang was silent for a moment, and her eyes became firm.

"You coldly watched Concubine Hua torture me and the Queen frame me..."

Her tone was calm, but every word was heart-wrenching.

"Did you think I was stupid?"

"Do you think I will always charge into battle for you and take the blame for you?"

Shen Meizhuang's voice gradually became louder, with a hint of anger.

"When the Empress and Concubine Hua framed me for a fake pregnancy, it was Concubine Shu who saved me from the Emperor's disdain."

"But what about you? You're so smart, you see through all these tactics, yet you never warned me!"

"Have I changed, or have I never seen you clearly?"

Shen Meizhuang's question was like thunder, exploding in Zhen Huan's ears.

Zhen Huan's face turned pale, and tears rolled down her face like pearls from a broken string.

"Sister Mei, I don't want to either..."

She wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Shen Meizhuang.

"Sister Huan'er, I still advise you to have some self-awareness in this deep palace."

Shen Meizhuang's tone was cold and without a trace of emotion.

"Do you know why the emperor favors you?"

"It's because you look somewhat similar to Queen Chunyuan!"

"What the Emperor sees is never the real you!"

These words, like a sharp blade, pierced Zhen Huan's heart.

Zhen Huan was trembling all over, her eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

She could not accept this cruel fact, nor could she face Shen Meizhuang's cold gaze.

Shen Meizhuang looked at her collapsed appearance, without a single ripple in her heart.

She stood up and left Shuiyuxuan without looking back.

The wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound, just like Zhen Huan's broken heart.

The smell of blood was strong and suffocating, like a slaughterhouse, and the stench of sweat exacerbated the disgusting atmosphere.

An Lingrong's screams, one louder than the other, tore apart the tranquility of the Yanxi Palace.

She felt as if her body was being crushed by a huge rock, and her bones were groaning under the heavy burden.

Waves of tearing pain in my lower body came over me, each wave more violent and turbulent than the last.

She bit her lips hard and tasted the blood, but dared not make any sound for fear of disturbing the baby in her belly.

The midwife kept urging her in her ear: "My lady, push harder! Push harder!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, drilling into her eardrums like a devil's sound, causing her even more pain.

She felt like she was about to faint, her vision was blurry, and only the movement of the baby in her belly reminded her that she had to hold on.

She wanted to live, for herself and for the little life in her belly that was connected to her by blood.

Outside the palace, the emperor paced back and forth, feeling restless.

He heard An Lingrong's painful moans inside, and his heart was torn as if someone was cutting his heart with a knife.

How he wished he could bear this pain for her, no matter what the cost.

He had never been so nervous before. Every minute and every second seemed so long, like a century of agony.

Basins of blood were brought out from the hall. It was shocking to see, and the bright red color stung his eyes.

The emperor's heart sank again and again, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

He thought of the truth he discovered after the investigation, and the beautiful image of Queen Chunyuan collapsed, like broken porcelain that could never be put back together.

It turned out that he had been living in an elaborate lie, being manipulated like a puppet.

The woman he once loved deeply was so hypocritical, like a dancer wearing a mask, hiding her true self.

An Lingrong, who has always been unknown, is the one who treats him sincerely, like a ray of sunshine in winter, warming his heart.

He suddenly realized that his feelings for An Lingrong had long surpassed those of an ordinary concubine, and were growing like a seed breaking through the soil.

He loved her, loved her gentleness, loved her talent, and also loved her forbearance, which was like a treasured treasure, shining brightly.

He was afraid of losing her. This fear was stronger than ever, devouring his sanity like a beast.

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