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Chapter 592 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 49

"Zhen Huan, who do you think I am? Will I let you control me?"

Zhen Huan trembled, and immediately knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face. "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I dare not do that! It's just that... it's just that my father is dying, and I really have nowhere else to turn, so I dare to ask Your Majesty for help..."

"Desperate?" Concubine Hua sneered.

"You and An Lingrong have a deep sisterly relationship, why don't you ask her for help? She is in the emperor's favor now, and may be more useful to me than me."

Zhen Huan's nails dug deep into her palms, but the pain was not even one ten-thousandth of what she felt at the moment. Concubine Hua's contempt, every word, was like a sharp knife, cutting into her self-esteem.

An Lingrong is favored by the emperor, but how could she disobey the emperor for her?

Besides, she had already had a grudge with An Lingrong before her rebirth. Compared with An Lingrong, she still felt that Concubine Hua was easier to control.

However, the humiliation she suffers now will be returned a thousand times in the future!

"Your Majesty, you are joking." Zhen Huan's voice was trembling, with a barely perceptible hint of resentment.

"Concubine Li's father is just a small county magistrate. How can he be compared with General Nian?"

Hua Fei smiled contemptuously, her tone full of disdain: "A daughter of a county magistrate, also dreaming of flying up to the tree and becoming a phoenix? Don't you see how much you weigh? If it weren't for the emperor's spur of the moment, she, An Lingrong, would be crying right now!"

Zhen Huan was secretly delighted, but her face still looked pitiful: "Your Majesty is right. Although Concubine Li is favored by the Emperor, she is of humble origin and has an unstable foundation. Unlike you, Your Majesty, you are of noble origin and have the support of the Nian family. Naturally, no one can match you."

These words just hit the spot for Concubine Hua. She raised her chin in triumph, and the contempt in her eyes became even stronger: "Of course! Who in the harem dares to compete with me?"

Zhen Huan knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, like a pear blossom destroyed by a rainstorm, so weak that it seemed like it would fall down with a gust of wind. "My queen, please! My father was an honest official who had never committed any corruption or abuse of power, but now he has been framed and is in prison. My queen, I only have this one father!" She cried with tears streaming down her face, her voice choking, and Concubine Hua felt annoyed.

Concubine Hua hated such crying women the most. They were so pretentious and disgusting. However, Zhen Huan's pitiful appearance reminded her of someone - An Lingrong. The woman who came from a humble background but climbed onto the dragon bed with a little cleverness and beauty.

"Okay, stop crying!" Concubine Hua interrupted Zhen Huan's crying impatiently. Her sharp voice was like nails scratching on glass, harsh and unpleasant.

"What's the point of crying? I've said that the harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. You are making things difficult for me!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan trembled and cried even more heartbrokenly.

"Your Majesty, I know that this matter has put Your Majesty in a difficult position. However, I am really at my wits' end. I beg Your Majesty to have mercy and save my father!" She kowtowed desperately, her forehead hitting the cold ground with a dull sound.

Concubine Hua felt a little pleased when she saw Zhen Huan like this. She liked to see others grovelling and begging for mercy in front of her. This feeling made her feel that she was high above everyone else and in control of everything.

"Since you beg me so much, I will make an exception this time." Concubine Hua sighed pretentiously, with a hint of alms in her tone.

"Come here, bring me pen and ink!"

Hua Fei took up her pen and dipped it into ink. The rich ink spread on the snow-white letter paper, and a faint scent of ink filled the air. She pondered for a moment, then wrote: "Brother, I hope you are well. There are so many trivial matters in the palace these days, which makes me upset. I have a favor to ask of you today. I hope that you will lend a hand for the sake of our brother-sister relationship..."

The tip of Hua Fei's ink-soaked pen was suspended in the air, but her eyes were fixed on Zhen Huan, with scrutiny and amusement. Zhen Huan's head still slammed heavily on the ground, and her tears soaked the ground, forming a small puddle of water.

This humble posture of begging for mercy is somewhat similar to An Lingrong's, but unfortunately, An Lingrong's tears are clearer and more heartbreaking.

Thinking of An Lingrong, Concubine Hua felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart. That woman, obviously of humble origin, had won the emperor's exclusive favor.

Her every frown, smile, and gesture were like a thorn that pierced Hua Fei's heart and made her unable to sleep or eat.

"Your Majesty, please..." Zhen Huan's crying brought Concubine Hua back to her senses.

Concubine Hua frowned impatiently, wrote a few lines on the letter, and then threw the letter to the maid beside her: "Send it to my brother."

Upon seeing this, Zhen Huan immediately bowed in thanks: "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Concubine Hua glanced at Zhen Huan who was still kneeling on the ground, with undisguised contempt in her eyes.

"Get up! What a mess you are making!"

Only then did Zhen Huan stand up tremblingly, lower her head, and wipe the tears from her face with a handkerchief, looking weak and helpless.

Concubine Hua waved her hand impatiently: "Songzhi, take her downstairs to wash up, and then arrange a better room for her to stay in. After all, she has helped me, so we can't treat her badly."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Song Zhi responded respectfully, and then helped Zhen Huan out of the Yikun Palace.

After Concubine Hua left, Zhen Huan slowly stood up, the tears in her eyes had long dried up, replaced by a barely perceptible chill. She held Song Zhi's hand and staggered towards the residence arranged by Concubine Hua.

Songzhi supported her carefully, with sympathy and pity in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Songzhi asked with concern.

Zhen Huan shook her head slightly, forcing a bitter smile on her pale face: "Nothing, just a little tired."

Songzhi sighed and said nothing more. She knew that Zhen Huan must be filled with pain and suffering at this moment.

After settling Zhen Huan, Song Zhi went back to report. Concubine Hua was reclining on the couch, holding an exquisite round fan in her hand, fanning herself intermittently.

"Your Majesty, I have already settled Zhen Huan." Song Zhi said respectfully.

The round fan in Hua Fei's hand paused, and the hibiscus flowers on the silk seemed to have lost their vitality due to her stagnation. Song Zhi observed her expression and asked carefully, "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"

Concubine Hua didn't say anything, but slowly put the fan aside and took a deep breath. A chill spread from the bottom of her heart, making her fingertips numb.

Songzhi had served her for many years, so she naturally understood the meaning behind the silence. She didn't dare to say anything more and just stood quietly by the side.

After a long while, Concubine Hua finally spoke, her voice terribly low and deep: "Songzhi, tell me, is the emperor...really so cruel?"

Songzhi's heart trembled, she knew what Concubine Hua was asking.

"Your Majesty..." Songzhi choked up, not knowing how to start.