Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

An Lingrong glanced at her hand that was being held without making a sound, and her smile deepened: "Sister, please don't say that. Everyone has their own strengths. I often hear Sister Zhen say that you like reading and are good at managing a household. I have never learned these skills, so I will have to ask you for advice in the future."

She was determined to experience the taste of palace power.

However, it is also true that she has not studied housekeeping.

She needs to learn properly now, lest she become the next Shen Meizhuang.

"What's the big deal? If Lingrong wants to learn, I'll teach you."

It's just a pity that she'll probably never need it in this lifetime.

No matter how much power falls into other hands, it will never fall into her hands.

"In that case, Lingrong thanks you very much, sister."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and as it grew later, An Lingrong began to feel increasingly anxious.

If the Emperor didn't come soon, she would run out of things to say and would have to take her leave.

The Yun family is still useful right now, so we can't let her see through our schemes so soon.

But in the end, An Lingrong did have some luck.

Just as she was reluctantly bidding farewell, a shrill announcement rang out from outside: "The Emperor has arrived!"

An Lingrong's eyes lit up immediately.

Yun Xinluo was slightly taken aback, and quickly sent someone to the back hall to inform the Fourth Prince.

She had assumed the emperor would arrive after nightfall, and that she would then be able to stay overnight.

But it's only getting a little dark now, and there's still a long time before it gets completely dark.

Although Yun Xinluo spent most of her time with the emperor engaging in sexual activity, and rarely interacted with him after her night with him, she was not entirely ignorant of him.

At least she knew very well that the emperor had little desire to talk to her and didn't have much to say.

As for the Fourth Prince, if the Emperor truly had such a compassionate fatherly heart, he wouldn't have ignored him for so many years.

Therefore, it was absolutely impossible for the emperor to stay overnight if he came at this time.

Yun Xinluo couldn't help but feel disappointed after reaching this conclusion.

"Your Majesty, I greet you. May Your Majesty be well."

"Your son greets Your Majesty."

The imperial carriage stopped at the entrance of Chengqian Palace. The emperor slowly rose and dismounted. "You may rise and dismount."

He glanced at An Lingrong, who shouldn't be there, and asked, "What's Rong'er doing here?"

An Lingrong gave an embarrassed smile. "Your Majesty, I came to deliver a congratulatory gift to Sister Yun. I didn't expect to get so engrossed in our conversation that I forgot the time."

The emperor nodded to show he understood, then looked away at the fourth prince.

The Fourth Prince immediately blushed with excitement and looked at the Emperor with adoration, "Father Emperor!"

The emperor's expression remained unchanged, showing no joy on his face; he simply gave a flat "hmm" in response.

The Fourth Prince's overwhelming joy and excitement were like a charcoal stove that had been doused with water, instantly extinguished.

Upon seeing this, Yun Xinluo felt a sense of foreboding.

She quickly took a half step forward, forcing herself to speak gently and humbly: "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince has been talking about you ever since he returned to the palace. Knowing that you were coming to Chengqian Palace, he had his concubines prepare food early on, just in case you were hungry or thirsty when you arrived."

These were just polite words; everyone knew the truth in their hearts.

After all, everyone in the palace might be hungry or thirsty, but the emperor was the only one who wouldn't be.

However, the emperor still gave Yun Xinluo face. Upon hearing this, he glanced at the fourth prince again and said in a slightly gentler tone, "You are quite filial. Come on, let me try the food you have prepared."

The Fourth Prince immediately cheered up and gave Yun Xinlu a grateful look.

An Lingrong, standing beside him, had a stiff smile. The Emperor had only asked her one question and then paid no more attention to her.

Just as the emperor was about to step into Chengqian Palace, An Lingrong quickly said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late. I won't disturb you any longer, Sister Yun and the Fourth Prince."

The emperor paused, turned to look at her, and said, "Go ahead, I'll come see you when I have time."

Although it was likely just empty talk, An Lingrong couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will wait for you. I will take my leave now."

"Ah."

The emperor walked in front, followed closely by Yun Xinluo and the fourth prince. The three of them headed towards the west side hall, surrounded by palace servants.

An Lingrong stood there, looking forlornly at the departing figures of the large group of people.

In a daze, she even felt as if she had been abandoned.

The next moment, An Lingrong's eyes changed, and her previously hazy and dazed expression turned into determination.

She wants to be favored!

The next day, the location for paying respects changed, and the concubines got up early and rushed to Consort Hua's Yikun Palace.

As Zhen Huan stepped into the main hall, the concubines, who had been chatting and laughing, all stopped smiling.

"Oh, who's this? Isn't this Consort Zhen from Suiyu Pavilion? Why did you come alone? You're not with Consort Yun?"

Consort Fucha, who has never had a strong presence, suddenly started to make trouble for Zhen Huan for some reason.

Perhaps it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision, but some time ago Zhen Huan was forced to rest and recuperate, and the concubines in the harem couldn't see her at all, so even if they had a lot of jealousy and dissatisfaction in their hearts, they had nowhere to vent it.

Zhen Huan paused, glanced expressionlessly at the ill-intentioned Consort Fucha, bowed to the concubines present, and walked towards the embroidered stool closest to the gate.

"Zhen Shi!" Feeling slighted and neglected, Consort Fucha stood up angrily. "Are you deaf? Haven't you copied enough palace rules yet?!"

Zhen Huan, holding her belly, looked at her and said sarcastically, "Since Consort Fucha has no power in the palace and is not my superior, what right does she have to question me? These palace rules should be read and recited by Consort Fucha."

Consort Fucha's initial anger had now turned into a full-blown rage, and was even escalating into fury.

"What a sharp-tongued Zhen! Although I have neither palace power nor a principal position, I am a Noble Lady and come from the Upper Three Banners of the Manchu Army. What are you, Zhen Huan? I will definitely report to the Imperial Concubine later and punish you for the crime of insubordination and disrespect!"

Zhen Huan remained unfazed, even letting out a cold snort, "Since you know the difference between superiors and inferiors, how dare you disregard palace rules like this? Although I am just a lowly concubine, when I was found to be pregnant in Peach Blossom Village, the Emperor personally bestowed upon me the rank of concubine."

She must pull herself together and avenge her father!

In a day and two nights, Zhen Huan had completely figured it out.

She couldn't possibly abandon the child in her womb, nor could she commit suicide just because the emperor had harmed her father and taken away her mother.

Moreover, what her mother said makes sense. The three of them, mother and daughters, look so alike and all have a deep-seated karmic ties with Empress Chun Yuan. If she and her mother were not in the palace, Yu Rao would not be able to escape disaster when she grew up.

Since that's the case, then she should live well, give birth to this child well, be a good concubine of the emperor, and avenge her father well!