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Chapter 593 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 50

Concubine Hua was heartbroken to learn that behind the emperor's many years of favor, there was such a cruel truth. She once loved Yinzhen deeply and gave everything for him, but now she found that she was just a pawn in his hands.

The love that had accumulated over the years completely dissipated at this moment, leaving only cold hatred.

Songzhi didn't dare to look up. She could only hear the trembling breathing of Concubine Hua echoing in the palace, like the roar of a trapped animal. After a long time, Concubine Hua spoke slowly, her voice as hoarse as a broken bellows: "Songzhi, tell me, am I stupid?"

Songzhi held back her tears and knelt on the ground: "My queen, you are the most noble woman in this palace..."

"Your Excellency?" Concubine Hua laughed sadly, her laughter full of self-mockery and despair.

"This so-called nobility is just a gift from the Emperor. Once he gets tired of it, he can take it back at any time. What do I mean to him?"

She sat up suddenly, looking forward with empty eyes, as if she saw the young self many years ago, who married the man she loved with great longing, thinking that she could live with him forever. But now, reality gave her a hard blow, waking her from her beautiful dream.

"Your Majesty, you still have your brother..." Songzhi said with a sob, wanting to comfort Concubine Hua, but found that any words seemed pale and powerless.

Hua Fei smiled bitterly: "Brother? Isn't it because of my military power that the Emperor is using me? Now that the war in the northwest is getting tense, the Emperor is becoming more and more wary of my brother. I'm afraid that I'll soon be useless as a chess piece..."

She collapsed on the couch helplessly, tears silently falling, soaking the hair on her temples. The pride and arrogance she once had were gone at this moment, leaving only endless sadness and despair.

Songzhi felt so distressed when she saw Concubine Hua's despair, but she didn't know how to comfort her. She could only kneel silently beside her and endure the heart-wrenching pain with Concubine Hua.

As night fell, Yikun Palace was completely silent, with only the intermittent sobbing of Concubine Hua echoing in the air. She tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand, her knuckles turning white, as if she wanted to pour all her pain into it.

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Yinzhen suddenly sat up from the dragon bed, covering his mouth and retching. His stomach was churning, and acid rushed straight into his throat. He couldn't help but lie on the side of the bed and vomit. The bright yellow quilt on the dragon bed was wrinkled by him, just like his mood at the moment, chaotic.

"Your Majesty! What's wrong with you?" Su Peisheng, who was on night duty, heard the noise and rushed in. Seeing Yinzhen's miserable appearance, he was frightened out of his wits.

Yinzhen waved his hands, indicating that he was fine, but the morning sickness was really unpleasant, and it made him, the emperor, lose his usual dignity. He took a break, took the tea handed to him by Su Peisheng, rinsed his mouth, and his face was still pale.

"Your Majesty, do you want to summon the imperial physician?" Su Peisheng asked cautiously.

"It's okay, just... I feel a little uncomfortable when I wake up in the morning." Yinzhen endured the discomfort and sat back on the dragon bed. If this were to get out, wouldn't everyone laugh? The emperor would actually have morning sickness?

Thinking of Rong'er, Yinzhen couldn't help but smile gently. This little woman's appetite has become more and more picky after she got pregnant. Last night, she insisted on eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Li Ji in the south of the city, which forced him to send someone to buy it in the middle of the night. Now that he is suffering from morning sickness, it can be said that it is all his own fault.

An Lingrong was awakened by a low retching sound. She was a light sleeper, and the slightest movement from Yinzhen woke her up. She opened her eyes and saw Yinzhen lying on the bed in the dim candlelight, his shoulders shaking violently.

"Your Majesty?" An Lingrong quickly stood up, supported Yinzhen's back, and gently helped him breathe.

"But you're in a nightmare?"

Yinzhen vomited so much that he felt dizzy and his stomach was churning. All the delicacies became a weapon for vomiting. He waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, but the morning sickness was really unbearable, more torturous than attending court to handle government affairs.

An Lingrong blamed herself so much that her tears fell on the back of Yinzhen's hand, burning his heart. "Your Majesty, it's all my fault. I made you so miserable..."

Yinzhen was already feeling very uncomfortable, and seeing her crying like a pear blossom in the rain made him feel even more distressed.

He suppressed his discomfort, sat up, took An Lingrong into his arms, and patted her back gently.

"Silly boy, I'm happy. This is... a sweet burden." As he said this, he found it a little funny that a dignified emperor was tormented like this by morning sickness.

An Lingrong nestled in his arms, crying even harder as she listened to his forced witty remarks.

Yinzhen hugged An Lingrong tightly, feeling her slightly trembling body.

He kissed her hair gently and said softly, "Silly girl, I'm fine. But you are so worried about me even though you are pregnant."

An Lingrong rubbed against his chest, like a frightened kitten, and sobbed softly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is just worried about Him..."

Yinzhen chuckled and scratched her nose: "I am the emperor, what do I have to worry about? As for you, you should rest well now that you are pregnant and stop worrying about me."

Yinzhen gently pushed An Lingrong away and looked at her crying like a little kitten, feeling both distressed and amused.

He picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from her face, saying softly, "I'm really fine, Rong'er, you don't have to worry so much. But you, who are carrying my child in your belly, should take better care of yourself."

An Lingrong sniffed, trying to stop crying, and whispered: "Your Majesty...I am just worried about the emperor's health..."

Yinzhen smiled and scratched her nose, saying lovingly, "I am the Son of Heaven, I have the dragon spirit to protect me, how can I fall so easily? But you, what are you thinking about in your little head all day long?"

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong glared at him coquettishly and couldn't help but reddening her eyes.

"Silly girl," Yinzhen held her in his arms and patted her back gently, "Just take good care of yourself, and that will be the greatest relief for me."

He knew that An Lingrong came from a humble background, was sensitive, and always lacked a sense of security.

In the harem full of intrigues, she was walking on thin ice and carefully maintaining her position. He felt sorry for her difficulties and also cherished her gentleness and talent.

"Your Majesty, are you...are you going to court?" An Lingrong asked softly, nestling in his arms.

Yinzhen looked at the sky outside the window. It was already turning pale, and it was time to go to court.

"Well, I have to go take care of government affairs. You should have a good rest and stop thinking about random things."

An Lingrong reluctantly came out of his arms and changed his clothes herself. Her slender fingers wandered over his bright yellow dragon robe, her movements gentle and delicate, as if she were treating a precious work of art.