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Chapter 611 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 68

"This is what I should do." An Lingrong said softly, with a hint of fatigue between her eyebrows. The fatigue from childbirth had not completely subsided, but she still tried to keep herself alert, not wanting Yinzhen to worry about her.

Yinzhen hugged her tighter with heartache, and his warm breath brushed gently against her ears.

"I know you've been working hard, but you won't have to work so hard in the future. The child will be taken care of by a wet nurse, so you just need to rest and recuperate."

An Lingrong nodded gently, snuggling in his warm embrace, feeling the rare tranquility. Since she became the queen, the atmosphere in the harem has obviously become much more relaxed. Those eyes that once stared at her covetously have now turned into awe and flattery.

She knew that all this stemmed from Yinzhen's favor towards her.

The days are like the moat flowing slowly outside the palace walls, calm and peaceful, yet quietly changing everything.

In the blink of an eye, Hongyan had reached the age of babbling, but she was still as favored as ever.

On this day, An Lingrong was teaching the little prince to read, and her soft and tender childish voice echoed in Yongshou Palace.

"Emperor...Emperor...Father..." The little prince pointed at Yinzhen's portrait and called out incoherently. An Lingrong looked at her son with tenderness in her eyes. She gently corrected the child's pronunciation with a happy smile on her lips.

After Yinzhen finished handling government affairs, he went straight to Yongshou Palace. When he opened the door, he saw such a warm scene. He walked lightly behind An Lingrong and gently put his arm around her shoulders. "Rong'er, are you teaching Hongyan to read?"

An Lingrong turned her head slightly, kissed Yinzhen lightly on the cheek, and said softly: "The emperor is back. Hongyan, call him father-in-law."

When the little prince saw Yinzhen, he immediately stretched out his chubby little hands and asked him to hug him. Yinzhen smiled and picked up his son and kissed him on the face. "Hongyan is so good."

"Your Majesty, you have returned very early today." An Lingrong stood up and changed Yinzhen's clothes herself, her movements gentle and considerate.

Yinzhen held her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it gently: "I came back early today to accompany you and Hongyan." He paused, with a barely perceptible hint of fatigue in his tone.

"The affairs of the court are really disturbing."

An Lingrong caressed his face lovingly and said softly, "Your Majesty is very busy, you must also pay attention to your health."

"I'm fine." Yinzhen held her in his arms, feeling the fragrance on her body, and his irritable mood gradually calmed down.

"Only with you can I feel a moment of peace."

An Lingrong snuggled in his warm embrace and whispered, "Your Highness will always be with me."

Time flies, and the years pass by. Ten years have passed, and An Lingrong is still the only love in Yinzhen's heart. There are new people in the harem, but no one can shake her position.

During these ten years, An Lingrong gave birth to two sons and one daughter for Yinzhen, and his position became more stable.

Yinzhen's health was indeed not as good as before. Ten years is enough to smooth out a person's edges and also wear out a person's energy. He was no longer as vigorous and resolute as before. He spent more and more time reviewing memorials and felt tired more and more easily.

An Lingrong saw it all and felt pain in her heart. She knew that even with supreme power and honor, she could not resist the erosion of time.

On this day, Yinzhen was reviewing memorials until late at night when he suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. He covered his chest with his hands and his face turned pale instantly.

Seeing this, An Lingrong hurried forward to support him and asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Yinzhen suppressed his discomfort and shook his head: "Nothing wrong, just a little tired."

An Lingrong was not willing to believe it, so she quickly summoned the imperial physician. After checking the emperor's pulse, the imperial physician looked serious and said that the emperor was ill from overwork and needed to be properly nursed back to health.

An Lingrong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. She knew that Yinzhen's health was already showing signs of danger.

From then on, An Lingrong took better care of Yinzhen, brewing tonic medicine for him, giving him massages, and helping him solve his problems. She was like a hardworking bee, surrounding Yinzhen and building a wall of love for him.

Yinzhen's health was deteriorating, and the imperial doctors were helpless and could only use some mild herbs to barely maintain his health. An Lingrong was extremely worried, and she looked for famous doctors and even risked trying some folk remedies.

However, everything is in vain.

That night, Yinzhen suddenly woke up and looked at An Lingrong who was sleeping beside him. He gently stroked her face and felt the warmth of her skin.

"Rong'er..." he called softly.

An Lingrong opened her eyes dazedly and saw Yinzhen looking at her affectionately. Her heart warmed and she said softly, "Your Majesty, you are awake."

"Rong'er, I'm afraid I don't have much time left." Yinzhen's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of helplessness and reluctance.

An Lingrong's tears burst out instantly. She held Yinzhen's hand tightly and choked up, "Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense. You will definitely get better."

Yinzhen shook his head. He gently held An Lingrong in his arms, feeling her fragrance, as if he wanted to remember this moment forever in his heart.

"Rong'er, after I leave, you must take good care of yourself..."

An Lingrong burst into tears. She hugged Yinzhen tightly, as if she wanted to merge him into her body.

"Your Majesty, I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay with me forever..."

Yinzhen raised his shaking hands with great effort and pointed at the incense burner beside the bed. His weak voice was barely audible: "Rong'er... Boshan incense burner..."

An Lingrong instantly understood that the Boshan incense burner contained Yinzhen's secret decree about the successor to the throne. She held back her tears, took down the Boshan incense burner, and took out a brocade box from the secret compartment at the base.

The brocade box was opened, revealing a bright yellow imperial edict. Yinzhen used up his last bit of strength and said, "Hongyan...Xuan...Hongyan..."

An Lingrong nodded with tears in her eyes and immediately sent someone to summon Hongying.

When Hongyan arrived, Yinzhen was already dying. He held Hongyan's hand tightly, handed him the imperial edict, and said in a low voice: "I am leaving... The Qing Dynasty... is entrusted... to you..."

Hongxuan knelt in front of the bed, tears streaming down his face: "Father Emperor..."

Yinzhen turned his gaze to An Lingrong, his eyes full of tenderness and reluctance. He used up his last bit of strength, raised his hand, wanted to touch her face, but finally fell down powerlessly.

"Rong'er..." He used up his last bit of strength to utter the name he cherished most, and then closed his eyes forever.

An Lingrong was grief-stricken. She hugged Yinzhen's cold body tightly and cried out heartbreakingly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Hongyan took the imperial edict and, besides feeling grief, he also felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

The palace was filled with weeping, and the maids and eunuchs all cried on the ground, fearing that their cries were not loud enough to arouse the suspicion of the new emperor. However, An Lingrong cried silently, just hugging Yinzhen's cold body tightly, as if she wanted to merge herself into this body. Her face was pale, her eyes were dull, and she looked like a puppet without a soul.

Hongyan knelt beside An Lingrong, gently hugged her trembling shoulders, and patted her like An Lingrong comforted him when they were children.

"Mother, please accept my condolences." His voice was low and choked with sobs, but he tried hard not to let the tears fall.