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Chapter 596 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 53

Yinzhen was in a good mood and waved his hand: "My dear ministers, what you said is very true! I am very relieved! I will not pursue today's matter any more. Everyone, please leave!"

The ministers shouted in unison: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Then they filed out, each with a relieved smile on their face, as if they had escaped a disaster.

Yinzhen returned to the Palace of Tranquil Longevity in a very good mood, his mind full of his and Rong'er's future.

He had even begun planning to make Rong'er the Imperial Noble Consort after she gave birth to a prince!

Yinzhen's morning sickness came strangely and ended suddenly. One moment he was holding a spittoon, vomiting all over the place, wishing he could take out all his internal organs and wash them clean. The next moment he was refreshed, his appetite was open, and he clamored to eat the lotus cake made by An Lingrong.

The imperial doctors looked at each other, stroked their beards, shook their heads, and finally agreed that "God bless the Qing Dynasty, and the emperor has great fortune."

Yinzhen was naturally happy to accept this explanation. After all, no one wanted to admit that a grown man would suffer from morning sickness.

An Lingrong was pregnant, and the concubines dressed up beautifully, eagerly waiting for Yinzhen to turn over their names.

After all, the emperor's health is important, and the continuation of his offspring is a matter of great importance to the country. How can An Lingrong satisfy the emperor's needs if she serves him alone? This is the opportunity they have been waiting for for a long time!

Noble Lady Fucha looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a pink Manchu dress that made her skin look creamy and gorgeous. She said to her personal maid, "The Emperor will definitely summon me tonight. Look at this dress, it makes me look so beautiful!"

Xin Changzai chose a light and elegant lake blue, which made her look pure and elegant. She lit a censer of incense, and in the curling smoke, she seemed to see herself being favored by the emperor, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Even the usually dignified Concubine Jing dressed up carefully. Although the colors were plain, the workmanship was exquisite. She looked out the window with a complicated look in her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.

However, one day passed, then two days passed, and Yinzhen's imperial edict was still not issued. The concubines gradually became anxious from their initial expectation.

"Why doesn't the emperor go to the other concubines' palaces?"

Yu Ying'er couldn't help but complain, "Can An Lingrong alone occupy all of the emperor's time?"

Yu Ying'er has always been arrogant. In her opinion, An Lingrong is just a thing of humble origin. What right does she have to occupy the emperor?

After all, she was once the most favored one, but now she is outshined by this little bitch. How can she swallow this?

"Hmph, I just don't believe that the emperor can forget my beautiful voice!" She put on makeup, made faces in front of the mirror, picked out the most gorgeous dress, and went to the imperial garden with her personal maid in a menacing manner.

She specifically found out the route that Yinzhen took for his daily walk and found a pavilion on the way.

Yu Ying'er carefully selected a play called "The Peony Pavilion: A Dream in the Garden". She believed that this lingering and sad singing would surely evoke Yinzhen's memories of their past love.

She cleared her throat, and her gentle voice echoed in the imperial garden: "It turns out that all the colorful flowers are left to the broken wells and dilapidated walls..."

She sang with great devotion, as if she were the lovelorn Du Liniang. Her every smile, every move, was full of temptation. She imagined that when Yinzhen heard her singing, he would be immediately attracted to her, and then be overwhelmed by her beauty and talent, and regain his favor.

However, she sang for a long time, not to mention Yinzhen, not even a passing eunuch. Only a few unknown birds chirped above her head, as if laughing at her self-conceit.

Yu Ying'er was a little annoyed, but she still suppressed her impatience and continued singing. She just didn't believe that Yinzhen could keep avoiding her!

Yu Ying'er was singing enthusiastically when she suddenly heard a light cough behind her. She was delighted, thinking that Yinzhen was attracted by her singing, and quickly put on her most charming posture and smiled back.

Su Peisheng followed behind Yinzhen, and both of them looked at the gorgeous Yu Ying'er in front of them with puzzled expressions.

Yu Ying'er was overjoyed to see Yinzhen finally appear. She quickly put away her coy expression, put on a pitiful look, and bowed: "Your Highness, I am your concubine."

Yinzhen looked her up and down, frowned slightly, and asked, "Who are you...?"

Yu Ying'er was struck by lightning when she heard this, and her face turned pale instantly. She never thought that the emperor would not remember her! She trembled her lips and cried, "Your Majesty, I am Ying'er..."

Yinzhen looked confused, turned to look at Su Peisheng, and asked, "Su Peisheng, when did a girl named Ying'er appear in this palace? Why don't I remember her?"

Su Peisheng looked at his nose and his heart, and whispered: "Your Majesty, this... this is Yu Da Ying..."

"Do you agree?" Yinzhen repeated it, but he still seemed not to have remembered it.

"Why don't I remember such a person? What the hell is she singing? It's so noisy."

After hearing this, Yu Ying'er couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She dressed up carefully and waited patiently, but in return, the emperor completely forgot about her.

She choked up and said, "Your Majesty, have you... have you forgotten me? I am Ying'er. I once sang for you, and you praised my singing as being like the sound of nature..."

Yinzhen waved his hand impatiently, interrupting her: "Alright, stop crying. I hate women crying the most. Su Peisheng, take her away, don't let her disturb my peace here."

Su Peisheng hurried forward, helped Yu Ying'er up from the ground, and whispered, "Yu Ying, let's go, don't make the emperor angry."

Yu Ying'er wanted to get closer to Yinzhen, but Yinzhen quickly took a step back and frowned in disgust, as if he had touched something dirty.

"How dare you! Take him away!" he shouted harshly, with a barely perceptible hint of panic in his tone.

Su Peisheng was quick to act and grabbed Yu Ying'er and dragged her aside.

Yu Ying'er struggled desperately, crying, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you must not forget me! I am Ying'er! You once said that my singing voice is better than the sound of nature..."

Yinzhen waved his hands impatiently, as if to drive away a buzzing fly.

"I don't even remember what I said. If you keep arguing, I'll slap you in the face!"

Yu Ying'er was held tightly by Su Peisheng, unable to move. She could only cry out in despair. Her makeup was smudged, and rouge flowed down along with her tears, making her look like a clown.

Yinzhen looked at her coldly, without a trace of pity in his heart. He had long been tired of this woman who could only sing a few sad songs, and now he couldn't even remember her name. There were three thousand beauties in the harem, how could he remember every one of them?