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Chapter 582 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 39

She slowly knelt up, lowered her head, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I...I know I was wrong."

Concubine Hua felt pleased when she saw Zhen Huan's humble appearance.

"What concubine? Zhen Huan, listen carefully, you are now the lowest-ranking maid in the Yikun Palace! You should call yourself a slave!" Concubine Hua scolded harshly, her saliva almost spraying on Zhen Huan's face.

Zhen Huan shrank back and said in a trembling voice: "This servant... This servant knows that he was wrong."

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Concubine Hua's domineering appearance. Her swollen cheeks were burning with pain, and the smell of blood at the corners of her mouth made her feel nauseous.

"Do you know you're wrong? Where did you go wrong?" Hua Fei's voice was like ice, and every word was chilling.

Zhen Huan shuddered, tears mixed with blood smeared all over her cheeks, blurring her vision. She swallowed hard, her throat dry as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper.

“I…I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t…” She stammered, but couldn’t say anything.

"Shouldn't say what? Tell me! I want to hear what sweet words you have to say!" Concubine Hua interrupted her impatiently, tapping her sharp nails on the mahogany table again and again, making a harsh sound, like a death note.

Zhen Huan was trembling all over, fear like an invisible hand tightly gripping her throat. She knew that if she didn't tell the truth, Concubine Hua would not let her go. She looked around desperately, but the luxurious palace seemed like a cage to her, making her feel suffocated.

"Your servant... Your servant shouldn't... shouldn't have contradicted Her Majesty..." She finally squeezed out a few words, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

Concubine Hua looked down at me with a mocking expression on her beautiful face. "Talk back? Zhen Huan, who do you think you are? Are you qualified to talk back in front of me?" As she spoke, she lifted Zhen Huan's chin with her sharp nails painted with bright red nail polish, forcing her to look up. "Look at your face, tut tut, what a pity for such a foxy face."

Zhen Huan was forced to meet Hua Fei's gaze, which was as cold as a venomous snake, making her shudder. She did not dare to struggle and could only let Hua Fei manipulate her...

Ambergris rose in the warm room, and the air was filled with a faint sweet fragrance. An Lingrong leaned in Yinzhen's arms, and her light yellow palace dress made her skin look even whiter than snow, delicate and charming. Yinzhen's broad palm gently covered her flat belly, gently stroking it again and again, his eyes full of expectation and joy.

"My Lingrong is truly a treasure bestowed upon me by God." Yinzhen's voice was low and magnetic, with a barely perceptible tremor. He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of An Lingrong's head.

"I and Rong'er are finally going to have our own child."

An Lingrong lowered her eyes shyly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings. She gently placed her hand on the back of Yinzhen's hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, and a warm current surged in her heart.

"Your Majesty, I...I am very happy too." She said softly, her voice as soft as honey.

Yinzhen hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.

"Rong'er, you've worked hard." She was already weak, and now that she was pregnant, she needed to be extra careful.

"It is my blessing to bear a child for the emperor." An Lingrong leaned softly in his arms, feeling his strong love, and her heart was at peace. This was what she had always longed for, a sincere love, a warm support.

Yinzhen's eyes fell on her belly, his heart filled with tenderness. He seemed to have seen their child, a lively and lovely little prince, chasing and playing in the imperial garden, babbling in the palace...

Yinzhen gently stroked An Lingrong's belly, with a hint of worry between his brows. Although he longed to have an heir, he felt sorry for her because she was still young, and he couldn't bear the pain of childbirth.

"I heard that giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell for women, and Rong'er is still so young..." Yinzhen's voice was low and trembling. He raised his head and stared at An Lingrong, his eyes full of pity.

An Lingrong noticed his worry and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will take good care of myself and the child." She gently placed her hand on Yinzhen's hand, her soft skin in sharp contrast to his rough palm.

Yinzhen held her hand tightly, and the warmth of his palm passed to her, as if to dispel the anxiety in her heart. "I have ordered the imperial physician to take good care of you and your child and make sure they are safe."

He paused, then added: "If the pain during childbirth is too great, I would rather..."

An Lingrong understood what he hadn't finished saying. She knew that he would rather not have the child than let her suffer. This deep affection touched her heart, but also made her feel uneasy.

"Your Majesty, the child is a gift from God to us. I will give birth to him safely." She spoke in a firm tone, with a maternal glow in her eyes.

Yinzhen looked at her determined eyes, feeling both relieved and distressed. He held her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and gently stroking her long hair.

"Rong'er, you are always so sensible, how can I not love you?" He murmured with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

In the following days, Yinzhen stayed by An Lingrong's side almost every step of the way, fearing that she would get into trouble. He would walk with her every day, read to her, and coax her to sleep.

Zhen Huan's days in Yikun Palace were miserable. Concubine Hua tortured her in various ways, and almost all the rough work in the palace fell on her.

Sweeping the courtyard, washing clothes, these things that she never dared to think about before, have now become her daily routine. In her previous life, she was the queen mother, and she had been pampered for decades. How could she have suffered such pain?

Within just a few days, blisters appeared on those hands. The slender fingers that had never touched water were now rough, and the originally fair skin was tanned.

Concubine Hua looked at Zhen Huan in such a state of embarrassment, feeling extremely happy in her heart, and said sarcastically: "Oh, isn't this our Concubine Wan? How come she has become like this in just a few days? If you don't know her, you would think she crawled out of a coal mine!"

Zhen Huan gritted her teeth, endured the humiliation, and whispered, "Your Highness, you are joking."

"I'm not joking," Concubine Hua glanced at her with contempt in her eyes.

"Look at how you look now. How can you be even a little bit like you used to be? It's really shameful!"

Song Zhi, who was beside Concubine Hua, also echoed, "That's right, the way you dress, I'm afraid you're not even as good as the maids in the palace!"

Zhen Huan was furious, but she could only hold it in. She knew that she was alone and powerless and could not defeat Concubine Hua. She secretly swore that one day, she would make Concubine Hua pay the price!