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Chapter 588 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 45

Yinzhen's gaze fell on An Lingrong's slightly bulging belly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness and expectation.

"I naturally hope to have a prince like me, who can inherit the throne in the future." There was a hint of teasing in his tone. He reached out and gently stroked An Lingrong's belly, feeling the wonderful rhythm of life.

An Lingrong lowered her head shyly, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

"What if it's a princess? If she gives birth to a beautiful little princess, I can teach her music, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework and embroidery."

"If she is a princess, I will pamper her to the sky and no one will be able to bully her." Yinzhen said in a doting tone, as if he had already seen the cute little princess snuggling up to him and acting coquettishly.

"If he is a prince, I will train him to be a wise ruler, and let him inherit my legacy and govern the Qing Dynasty well."

An Lingrong smiled softly, her eyes full of happiness. "Your Majesty really has good intentions."

"Everything I do is for you and the child." Yinzhen looked at An Lingrong affectionately, the tenderness in his eyes almost melting her.

Shen Meizhuang returned to Cunju Hall, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums in the room could not hide the desolation in her heart.

She sat weakly on the couch, Zhen Huan's haggard face and Zhen Yuandao's hunched figure constantly flashing in her mind.

"Really... is there no other way?" She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Caiyue carefully offered a cup of hot tea: "My lady, drink some tea to warm yourself up. You have been standing in Yongshou Palace for so long, be careful not to catch a cold."

Shen Meizhuang took the teacup, but couldn't drink a single sip. The warm tea didn't seem to be able to dispel the chill in her heart.

"The emperor is so heartless to the Zhen family..." She sighed, her brows full of worry.

Caiyue whispered, "The Emperor now favors Concubine Li, so naturally no one else is in his eyes. What's more, the Zhen family is now..." She paused and didn't say anything else, but the meaning of her words was clear.

Shen Meizhuang closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Yes, An Lingrong is now favored by the emperor. The emperor stays in her palace almost every night. Even Concubine Hua is a little afraid of her.

Now that I have fallen out of favor and have a low position, how can I help Huan'er?

Zhen Huan was described as sitting haggard by the dilapidated window of the Yikun Palace. The sunlight shone on her, but it could not warm her cold heart at all.

Ever since she was exiled to Yiku Palace, she seemed to be isolated from the world and knew nothing about the outside world.

The Yikun Palace was in a state of disrepair, its former prosperity long gone. Cobwebs were tangled on the carved window frames, dust had accumulated thickly, and a musty smell permeated the air.

Zhen Huan was wearing a coarse linen dress, carrying a bucket of dirty water with her skinny hands, and moving step by step towards the long-dead plum tree in the yard.

She poured the dirty water on the roots of the tree, and the splashed mud stained her clothes, but she was completely unaware. The once glamorous Wan Changzai now acted like a lowly servant, doing the dirtiest work.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhen Huan covered her mouth and coughed violently. Her frail body seemed to be broken at any moment by the cough. Since she was demoted to the Yikun Palace, she had to do rough labor every day, was not well fed and clothed, and was exhausted. Her body had long since collapsed.

The magnificent scene of Yikun Palace further highlights Zhen Huan's desolation. She is like a butterfly with broken wings, fluttering helplessly in the mud.

Huanbi sneaked into Yikun Palace under the cover of night. Seeing Zhen Huan's appearance, she did not feel as happy as she had imagined. Instead, she felt filled with heartache.

She held back her tears and stepped forward to support Zhen Huan: "My lady, are you okay?"

Zhen Huan smiled weakly, with a hint of bitterness in her smile: "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Huanbi took out an oil-paper bag from her bosom, which contained a few cakes: "My lady, this is what I secretly brought from the kitchen. Please have some."

Zhen Huan shook her head: "Keep it for yourself, I'm not hungry."

Huanbi couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and they flowed down her cheeks: "My lady, please don't be like this, it hurts me to see you like this!"

Zhen Huan sighed and gently patted Huanbi's hand: "Don't cry, what's the point of crying? In this situation now, crying won't achieve anything."

Huanbi choked up and said, "My lady, I have something to tell you..."

She paused, as if organizing her words, wondering how to tell this cruel news to Zhen Huan, who was already exhausted both physically and mentally.

"What's wrong?" Zhen Huan noticed that Huanbi was acting strangely and felt a little uneasy.

Huanbi took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to say, "My lady, the master... the master has been imprisoned!"

Zhen Huan was struck by lightning, her body swayed, and she almost fell down. She tightly grasped Huanbi's hand and asked in a trembling voice: "What did you say? My father...what happened to him?"

Huanbi didn't dare to look Zhen Huan in the eye and whispered, "The master was falsely accused of corruption and bribery and has now been thrown into prison..."

Zhen Huan felt a black screen in front of her eyes and she almost fainted. She staggered back a few steps and barely stood firm by holding on to the wall. She could never have imagined that her father, who had always been honest, would be accused of such a crime.

Zhen Huan's mind was buzzing, and fragments of memory flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. In her previous life, although her father Zhen Yuandao was later dismissed from office, he was not implicated in crimes such as corruption.

This sudden change caught her off guard. Could it be that her rebirth had changed the course of certain things?

"My lady, my lady!" Huanbi's anxious voice pulled Zhen Huan back from her confused thoughts.

Zhen Huan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. No matter how panicked she was, it would be useless. She had to find a way to rescue her father as soon as possible. But what could she, a deposed concubine who was demoted to the Yikun Palace, do?

"And...and Miss Meizhuang..." Huanbi's voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

"Mei Zhuang? What happened to Sister Mei?" Zhen Huan asked with all her strength, having a vague premonition that something bad had happened again.

"Sister Mei was confined by the Emperor... by the Emperor because she pleaded for the master." Huanbi finally said it, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

Zhen Huan felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if someone had cut a piece of her flesh out.

Her father was imprisoned, her sister Mei was under house arrest, and she was trapped in this dilapidated Yikun Palace, with no relatives or friends, isolated and helpless. She closed her eyes in despair, letting the tears flow freely.

"My lady, don't be sad, everything will be fine." Huanbi hugged Zhen Huan and comforted her softly, but she knew in her heart that this was just deceiving herself.

Zhen Huan leaned weakly in Huanbi's arms, feeling that all the strength in her body had been drained away. She was like a small boat drifting in a storm, and could be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.