The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Since Jing Rou stopped coming to class, Jing Anle felt much more at ease. She knew this was only temporary and she couldn't stop moving forward. However, Xiao Heng took leave for three days in a row. For some reason, Jing Anle couldn't help but pay attention to Xiao Heng's news.

As soon as Jing Anle finished class, she saw many eunuchs and palace maids running in one direction in the distance.

"Afang, what are they doing in such a hurry?" Jing Anle asked out of curiosity.

Afang looked up and immediately understood what Jing Anle was asking. She replied, "Your Highness, they all went to Yunqing Palace to collect their medicine packets."

"Yunqing Palace?"

“Yes, Yunqing Palace is the palace of Consort Lin. She is skilled in medicine, and every summer when there are many mosquitoes, she makes medicine packets and distributes them to the palace servants,” Afang explained.

Consort Lin? Lin Zhaoruo. When she sorted out the relationships in the harem before, she knew very little about her. She only knew that she was the daughter of a military general, and nothing else.

"Is Consort Lin favored?" Jing Anle asked.

Epang had many close palace maids who had heard some of these gossips. One of them whispered, "His Majesty used to like her quite a bit, but..."

"but what?"

"Consort Lin has a cold personality. She ignores what other concubines and noble ladies care about and doesn't try to please anyone. Therefore... therefore, she has been neglected by His Majesty for a long time. However, the palace servants all like Consort Lin behind her back," Afang continued.

Jing Anle chuckled and said, "Then she really is quite different from others. In that case, let's go take a look."

"But we have no connection with Consort Lin." Afang was puzzled for a moment.

Jing Anle had her own plans. She patted Afang's head playfully and said, "We'll have it when we get there. Let's go!"

Yunqing Palace is located in a remote area, and even by sedan chair, it took quite a while.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance, Jing Anle smelled the fragrance of herbs. The palace servants guarding the gate were so frightened when they saw that the person who came was actually Princess Anle that they immediately wanted to announce her arrival, but were stopped by Afang. "There is no need to announce her arrival. Our princess can go in by herself."

The palace servants obediently nodded and respectfully made way for Jing Anle.

Upon entering the gate, the aroma of herbs became even stronger. To the right, a palace maid in green was distributing medicine packets to the palace servants who were queuing up. The servants who received the medicine packets thanked her and left happily. Because of the distance and the obstruction of several large trees, no one saw Jing Anle.

Jing Anle saw the door to the side hall open and walked straight in.

As soon as he stepped inside, he saw a woman pounding medicine with her back to the door. The woman was dressed simply and elegantly, with a slender figure. A jade bracelet was dangling from her hand as she pounded the medicine. Jing Anle could tell at a glance that the jade bracelet was of excellent quality, and immediately knew the woman's identity.

Consort Lin assumed it was a maid returning and, without turning around, asked, "Dongqing, have you finished distributing the medicine packets?"

"Princess Anle!" The maid outside the door exclaimed in surprise as soon as she entered the room and saw Jing Anle standing inside. Consort Lin stopped grinding the medicine and slowly turned around. Sure enough, she saw Jing Anle standing behind her.

Consort Lin immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Princess Anle!"

"Your Highness, Consort Lin, there's no need to be so polite." As Jing Anle spoke, she sized up Consort Lin's appearance. Consort Lin was not only slender but also had fair skin. However, her brows were deeply furrowed, and her face was as cold as ice, giving her an aloof and unapproachable air. What an ice queen! No wonder Emperor Jing liked her and then neglected her.

"Dongqing, make some tea," Consort Lin instructed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Jing Anle surveyed the layout of the room. Like Consort Lin, it was elegant, refined, and noble. In addition to some ordinary furniture, there was a desk with several medical books on it.

Consort Lin had no connection with Jing Anle, and was curious about Jing Anle's purpose in coming here, but she stood quietly to the side, letting Jing Anle observe her surroundings.

"Does Your Highness like medicine?" Jing Anle asked, picking up a medical book from the desk and casually flipping through a few pages.

When Jing Anle asked her, Consort Lin replied, "I was just browsing casually because I had nothing else to do."

Jing Anle wanted to ask something more, but then a commotion came from outside, and she unconsciously frowned.

"Princess, please wait a moment, I'll be right back," Consort Lin said, sensing something was amiss.

Jing Anle nodded, and Consort Lin went out. She sat down and flipped through the medical book, but after reading only a few pages, she was interrupted by a palace servant who barged in.

The person who came was Dongqing, the palace maid who had just gone to make tea. There were two lines of tears on her face, and if you looked closely, you could see a red handprint on her face. As soon as she saw Jing Anle, she immediately knelt down, her voice trembling with sobs, "Please, Princess, save our lady!"

"What's going on?" Jing Anle asked, his face darkening.

The maid, having clearly run out of options, didn't hide anything and said, "It was Consort Chen. She insisted that the smell in our palace was too strong and was disturbing her rest. She... she even hit our Consort!" At this point, Dong Qing's voice became noticeably louder.

Disturbing her rest? This place is so remote, so far from Consort Chen's palace, it must have been done on purpose.

"Does your lady have any grudge against Consort Chen?" Jing Anle asked, her eyes darkening.

Dong Qing immediately kowtowed, "To be honest, Your Highness, my lady is merely aloof; she has never offended anyone!"

Jing Anle waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's go take a look at Afang too."

Dong Qing felt as if she had received a great favor, and kowtowed three more times, "Thank you, Princess! Thank you, Princess!"

"Get up, lead the way!"

"Yes!"

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the main hall, they heard a woman scolding, "You, a neglected and abandoned concubine, what are you putting on airs for? Either you lick my shoes clean, or I'll beat this maid to death and have His Majesty tear down your pharmacy!"

"What arrogance!" As soon as Jing Anle entered the room, he saw Consort Lin kneeling on the ground, while her hand was being stepped on by a beautifully dressed, elegant woman, and a maid was kneeling beside her.

Consort Chen wondered who it was, and when she looked up, she saw that it was Jing Anle. She was dressed in a princess's dress and had an imposing presence. Consort Chen immediately removed her foot from Consort Lin's hand and said in alarm, "Greetings, Princess Anle!"

Jing Anle was of noble status and deeply favored by Emperor Jing, so no one in the palace dared to offend her. Jing Anle walked up to Consort Lin, and sure enough, there was a clear handprint on her face, and a strand of hair was loose on her forehead. Consort Lin was expressionless, with her head down and eyes lowered.

"Get up!" Jing Anle said, extending a hand to Consort Lin.

Consort Lin suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. After a moment of contemplation, she was about to reach out her hand when Consort Chen interrupted her.

“Princess Anle may not know this, but concubines are not allowed to set up their own pharmacies in the palace. Consort Lin knowingly violated this rule. If we don’t remind her, I’m afraid… it will be difficult to maintain order in the palace.” Consort Chen said, while cautiously looking up at Jing Anle’s expression.

Although Jing Anle gained a reputation as a knowledgeable and sensible talented woman at the poetry gathering, the Jing Anle in her previous life was always mischievous and willful. Perhaps the incident at the last poetry gathering gave Consort Chen the wrong impression that she was a person who followed the rules.

"Oh? Is that so?" Jing Anle retracted her hand that had been hanging in mid-air and walked straight toward Consort Chen.

When Consort Chen saw Jing Anle approaching, she was momentarily confused and before she could react, she heard a "slap" and was slapped by Jing Anle. Everyone present was startled.