The Legend of Zhen Huan Reborn: Overthrowing Zhen Huan to Become the Queen Mother

Borjigit's words touched her heart and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Jiang Ruyin simply leaned in her mother's arms, acting coquettishly and silly like she did at home.

After a long time, seeing that the sun was setting in the west and the emperor did not come or send anyone, Jiang Ruyin frowned.

"Fu Qiu!" Jiang Ruyin called.

Fu Qiu knew what was going on and was secretly wondering why the emperor, with the Empress's favor, didn't even ask to see him and didn't even send any rewards.

Fu Qiu lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, Aunt Shu Dong went to the Yangxin Palace not long ago, but Eunuch Su said that the Emperor did not send anyone to follow her."

I thought he would come over soon, but I didn't see anyone until sunset.

Jiang Ruyin wiped away the tears from her eyes and said calmly, "Are the East and West side halls all right?"

Fu Qiu answered fluently, "Chun Changzai went to Chuxiu Palace early and will probably be back soon. Wan promised to go to the Imperial Garden in the afternoon and hasn't returned yet."

Jiang Ruyin knew what was going on, and her face turned cold. It would have been fine if it was just Zhen Huan, but this old emperor was so obsessed with sex that he didn't even care about propriety, righteousness, and integrity.

Borjigit straightened her posture, smiled calmly upon hearing this, and stood up, saying, "The Emperor is very busy, and it's not uncommon for him to be unable to attend. It's getting late, and Concubine Fang should rest."

Jiang Ruyin couldn't help but ask, "Mother, won't you stay for dinner?"

Borjigit clapped his hands in a soothing tone, "Etiquette cannot be abolished."

Jiang Ruyin was in a panic, fearing that it was because of her ambition to become emperor that her mother was so particular about rules, so she left the palace overnight.

Borjigit understood Jiang Ruyin's thoughts and said softly, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm just afraid someone might find fault with you. My dear, we'll meet many times in the future."

Jiang Ruyin finally felt relieved. "Fuqiu, please see mother off. Make sure you see her off to the palace gate and look after her."

Fu Qiu nodded and said, "Don't worry, Madam."

Seeing Borjigit getting into the sedan chair and the group slowly going away, Jiang Ruyin covered his chest and felt bitterness welling up in his heart.

Shu Dong raised one hand for Jiang Ruyin to hold, and with the other hand, he calmly pressed Jiang Ruyin's hand, "My Lady..."

Jiang Ruyin raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly, "I know what's going on."

When he turned around, he saw a woman in green clothes looking out from the half-closed door of the east wing hall.

Seeing Jiang Ruyin noticed, Huanbi was also shocked and bowed quickly.

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Good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring.

The first rain of spring fell so finely and densely that the emperor caught a cold.

This led to the concubines taking turns to attend to the illness. Coincidentally, Hongxuan also had a fever. Jiang Ruyin was happy to have some free time and stayed in the Suiyuxuan to take care of the child.

After a dose of warming and nourishing soup, the fever subsided. Jiang Ruyin held Hongxuan in her arms, humming a Jiangnan folk song, enjoying a moment of leisure as the rain sang.

The next day, the rain stopped and the sky cleared. The two people from the east and west side halls began to run out again.

Near noon, I heard a burst of running outside, followed by the sound of the door of the east wing hall being pushed open with a clang.

It was still a chilly day, but the main hall still glowed with warm silvery charcoal. Jiang Ruyin set up a game of life-death chess, still pondering. Hongxuan leaned against Jiang Ruyin's chest, babbling and reaching out for her.

Soon, Su Peisheng's voice was heard outside the door, "The Emperor has arrived——"

Jiang Ruyin glanced coldly. Fu Qiu was about to come up and put a cloak on Jiang Ruyin, but Jiang Ruyin waved her hand and said, "You are not here to look for me. Just meet me at the palace gate."

When they arrived at the Suiyu Pavilion, a group of palace maids and eunuchs were kneeling on the ground. Zhen Huan blushed with shame, and when she wanted to get down, she was held tightly in the emperor's arms.

The emperor praised Liu Zhu for a few words, and then he saw a familiar yet strange figure slowly coming out of the main hall.

She was wearing a light red casual dress with plain patterns, her hair was casually tied up in a bun, and a white jade hairpin was loosely pinned in her hair, which showed a little tenderness and care that she had never had before.

The emperor was holding Little Chunyuan in his arms, Middle Chunyuan was standing opposite him, and Big Chunyuan was living in his heart. He should have been very happy as a winner in life, but the emperor felt a little unnatural in his heart.

He then let go of Zhen Huan and said, "I haven't seen Hongxuan for a long time. I think Hongxuan must miss me." He then instructed Zhen Huan, "You go back first. I will come to see you later."

Jiang Ruyin lowered her head, looking helpless. An old man was about to interrupt the happy time of her and her mother.

With a faint smile still on her face, she held Hongxuan and Shudong and walked forward.

Zhen Huan was stunned when she saw the two of them walking into the main hall together. The sweetness that had just risen in her heart was defeated by bitterness.

Liu Zhu was also stunned, and tugged at Zhen Huan's sleeve helplessly. Zhen Huan looked up at her and forced a soothing smile.

Jiang Ruyin led the emperor to the main seat. When she looked up again, the displeasure in her eyes had vanished. Her eyes were filled with affection. She covered the emperor's large hands with both hands and whispered softly, "Spring brings a mixture of cold and warmth. The emperor's illness has healed. Your hands are so cold, you should put on some more clothes."

The emperor saw Jiang Ruyin's affectionate look and felt a little sorry. "The other day, I saw the beautiful spring scenery in the Imperial Garden and wanted to pick some flowers for the Empress Dowager. I didn't expect to catch a cold. I feel much better now."

He deliberately omitted the part about Zhen Huan, but Jiang Ruyin didn't care and continued to tell the story, "Your Majesty's filial piety is touching, but it's a pity that Hongxuan is too playful and has a fever. I can't serve him personally, and I feel uneasy..."

The emperor was satisfied that Jiang Ruyin had no intention of asking questions and turned his gaze to Hongxuan.

Hongxuan nestled quietly in Shu Dong's arms, his bright dark eyes looking at the emperor curiously.

The emperor chuckled, "It's my fault. I was busy with the previous dynasty and fell ill, so I didn't spend enough time with Hongxuan. I'm afraid Hongxuan won't recognize his father anymore." As he said this, he wanted to reach out and tease Hongxuan, but stopped because he felt cold.

"Your Majesty, you don't know. Hongxuan refused to sleep after taking the medicine. I held him and coaxed him while playing chess. This kid was not obedient at all. He kept pulling at his clothes and grabbing the chess pieces. He only behaved himself when he saw the emperor!" Jiang Ruyin took Hongxuan and joked with a smile.

The emperor was also embarrassed and quickly replied, "My beloved concubine used to be the most restless person, but now she has time to play chess." As he said that, he walked to the small table.

At first glance, it was a half-solved chess game of life and death, and he couldn't help but admire it, "The thinking is clear, my beloved concubine has put in a lot of effort."

Jiang Ruyin followed closely behind, holding Hongxuan in her arms, and replied with a smile, "Chess can improve one's character. I only hope to catch up with the emperor."

The emperor took the white chess piece and wanted to continue solving the game.

Jiang Ruyin held Hongxuan and watched from the side, feeling happy and relaxed.

Soon, Hongxuan couldn't keep an eye on the game anymore. He was too far away to play with the chess pieces, and soon he felt sleepy.

Jiang Ruyin simply continued humming the unfinished tune.

It is not as graceful and moving as the singing girls in the palace, nor as clear and bright as the singing in operas, but it has its own soft and elegant charm.

(To be continued)