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Chapter 575 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 32

"Admiring the flowers in the Imperial Garden..." Zhen Huan repeated these words, and each word was like arsenic wrapped in honey, sweet and deadly.

She curled her lips into a cold smile. In her previous life, Yinzhen had sneered at such "elegant" things as flower appreciating, but now he was accompanying An Lingrong to wander among the flowers. It was really ironic.

"Lead the way." Zhen Huan's voice was as cold as ice. She wanted to see what kind of seductive tricks An Lingrong used to make Yinzhen so bewitched.

Zhen Huan and Jin Xi came to the Imperial Garden. From a distance, they could see the bright yellow dragon robe standing out in the sea of ​​flowers.

Yinzhen was holding An Lingrong's hand, and they were whispering something. An Lingrong smiled softly from time to time, shy and infinite. That scene made Zhen Huan's eyes hurt.

"Your Majesty, this peony is blooming so gorgeously, just like the pot of 'Yao Huang' in my palace." An Lingrong's voice was soft and gentle, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, and it made Zhen Huan feel nauseous.

Yinzhen looked at An Lingrong tenderly, his eyes full of doting: "If Rong'er likes it, I will have this peony transplanted to Yongshou Palace."

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace." An Lingrong lowered her head shyly.

Zhen Huan couldn't bear to watch it any longer, she coughed suddenly, interrupting their sweet love.

Yinzhen and An Lingrong turned around at the same time and saw Zhen Huan, their expressions were completely different.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Yinzhen's eyes, while An Lingrong looked surprised, and then changed her expression to one of worry.

"Why are you here, Sister Wan? Are you not feeling well?" An Lingrong asked softly, with a hint of concern in her tone, but Zhen Huan heard a hint of bragging.

"I heard that the Emperor and Concubine Li were appreciating the flowers in the Imperial Garden, so I thought of coming over to pay my respects." Zhen Huan suppressed her anger and tried to make her tone sound calm, but the slightly trembling ending of her voice still revealed her true emotions at the moment.

Yinzhen's brows knitted slightly. He hated it most when others disturbed his and Rong'er's world of two. Especially when the one who interrupted them was Zhen Huan, who annoyed him so much.

He uttered a faint "hmm" as a response, but his eyes never left An Lingrong.

An Lingrong gently pulled Yinzhen's sleeve and said softly, "Sister Wan is in good health. Your Majesty, please pay more attention to Sister Wan." Her eyes moved and she glanced at Yinzhen with a look of anger and resentment. This charming look made Yinzhen's heart flutter.

Yinzhen held An Lingrong's hand and said softly, "Rong'er is just too kind. I know you care about her, but I can see through some people's thoughts at a glance."

He looked at Zhen Huan meaningfully, his eyes were as cold as a winter pond, which made Zhen Huan shiver.

"Your Majesty..." Zhen Huan's voice was choked with sobs, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked like she was about to cry. In her previous life, she used this trick to win Yinzhen's sympathy, and it worked every time, but now, this trick has failed.

Yinzhen interrupted her impatiently: "I am tired and want to walk around with Rong'er. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

Zhen Huan felt a chill running from her feet to her head. She bit her lower lip tightly, almost biting it. She was unwilling to accept it! She didn't understand where she lost. She was of nobler birth than An Lingrong, knew more poetry and songs than An Lingrong, and understood Yinzhen's mind better than An Lingrong, but why did Yinzhen only favor An Lingrong now?

Zhen Huan's nails almost dug into her flesh, but the pain was not even one ten-thousandth of what she felt in her heart.

She lowered her head to hide the hatred and unwillingness in her eyes. Yinzhen's ruthlessness and An Lingrong's complacency seemed like a clown's funny performance to her.

She doesn't care at all!

These were like dust in her eyes, insignificant. What really touched her heart was Yunli, only Yunli.

She bowed stiffly and said in a dry voice: "I'll take my leave."

As she turned around, she saw An Lingrong snuggling in Yinzhen's arms, laughing sweetly. Zhen Huan's stomach churned and she almost vomited. She quickened her pace, wanting only to escape this disgusting place as quickly as possible.

Jin Xi followed closely behind her, carefully observing Zhen Huan's expression, and asked worriedly, "My lady, are you okay?"

Zhen Huan took a deep breath and tried to calm her surging emotions.

"It's okay," she said coldly, "Go back to the palace."

Back at Suiyuxuan, Zhen Huan locked herself in the room, letting her tears flow freely. She thought of her first meeting with Yunli at Tonghua Terrace, his gentle smile, his soft words, and the butterfly hairpin he gave her...

Every little bit of her time with Yunli was like a trickle of water, nourishing her dry heart.

Only when she was with Yunli did she feel that she was truly alive, instead of wearing a mask and carefully playing the role of a gentle and virtuous woman like she did in front of Yinzhen.

She wants to see Yunli, she wants to tell him her feelings, she wants to be with him!

Zhen Huan's tears gradually stopped, replaced by a burning fire in her eyes. The gentle image of Yun Li lingered in her mind, forming a sharp contrast with Yin Zhen's coldness and ruthlessness.

She clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, almost crushing it. She wanted to see him and couldn't wait any longer!

Zhen Huan rubbed her aching temples and tried to suppress her irritability. The gentle image of Yun Li lingered in her mind, forming a sharp contrast with Yin Zhen's coldness and ruthlessness, which further aroused her desire for Yun Li.

She was eager to see him, even if it was just a glimpse from afar, it was better than withering away alone in this Shattered Jade Pavilion.

"Jinxi, go and find out if Prince Guo has any plans to enter the palace in the near future." Her voice trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to break out of its cocoon, eager to fly to her lover.

Jin Xi bowed and replied softly, "Yes, my lady."

Jinxi bowed and retreated, but her heart was filled with confusion.

The lady's attitude towards the emperor changed so quickly that it was really puzzling. A few days ago, she was looking forward to the emperor's picking her, but now she turned a blind eye to the emperor's favor and instead...

Jin Xi didn't dare to think further, she only felt that every step in the harem was truly thrilling.

Zhen Huan couldn't help but think of Shen Meizhuang, the one who entered the palace with her and was as close as a sister. In her previous life, Meizhuang died of dystocia and hemorrhage due to An Lingrong's calculations. Thinking about it now, it is still heartbreaking.

Tears blurred Zhen Huan's vision, and Mei Zhuang's gentle smile seemed to be right in front of her. She remembered Mei Zhuang's immaturity when she first entered the palace, her despair when she was framed by Concubine Hua, and her weakness when she tightly held her hand before giving birth.

Everything, like needles piercing Zhen Huan's heart.

"Sister Mei..." Zhen Huan choked up, her voice barely audible. If Mei Zhuang were still alive, she would not be so isolated and helpless as she is now. She and Mei Zhuang were like sisters, and they could talk about anything. In the harem, only Mei Zhuang could truly understand her.