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Chapter 564 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 21

"You are a very clever girl. I know what's going on. Please go down." An Lingrong was amused by Baojuan.

Baojuan bowed and stepped back. Before leaving, a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

An Lingrong sat alone in front of the dressing table, looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, feeling mixed emotions. She knew that Baojuan's words made sense, but the harem was not allowed to interfere in government affairs. This was the family law passed down by the ancestors. If she crossed the line, the consequences would be disastrous...

An Lingrong pondered Baojuan's words, and it was as if a feather gently brushed across her heart, stirring up ripples. The emperor had been worried about the flood in the south of the Yangtze River recently, and it would be great if she could make him smile...

She was a thoughtful person, and she was eager to be loved by Yinzhen. Baojuan's words undoubtedly touched her heart. After thinking about it, An Lingrong decided to take a risk.

She ordered someone to bring the best Longjing tea, brewed a pot of tea herself, changed into simple and elegant clothes, and walked to the Yangxin Palace.

"Your Majesty, I have brewed a pot of tea for you. Would you like to try it and see if it suits your taste?" An Lingrong said softly, handing the teacup in her hand to Yinzhen.

Yinzhen raised his head and saw that it was An Lingrong. His frown relaxed a little: "It's Rong'er, why are you here?"

"I heard that the emperor has been busy with state affairs these days and has been unable to sleep or eat, so I thought of coming to share his worries." An Lingrong said, gently placing the teacup in Yinzhen's hand.

Yinzhen took the teacup, took a sip, and praised: "Rong'er still understands my feelings the best."

Seeing Yinzhen's expression eased a little, An Lingrong felt relieved and asked softly, "I wonder what has caused His Majesty to be so upset? I am a stupid person, I wonder if I can help His Majesty share his worries?"

Yinzhen put down his teacup and sighed, "The flood in Jiangnan is serious, but the ministers in the court have different opinions and have been slow to come up with a feasible plan. This is really giving me a headache."

An Lingrong's eyes flickered as she said casually, "I have heard that the flood in Jiangnan has been going on for a long time. It is not something that happened overnight. If we want to cure it, we need to take a long-term plan. First, dredge the river and then build water conservancy projects. This is the best strategy."

When Yinzhen heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Rong'er also understands this?"

An Lingrong smiled shyly and said, "I only know a little bit. If Your Majesty doesn't mind, I am willing to grind ink for Your Majesty, stay by your side, and share your worries."

Yinzhen looked at the gentle and lovely An Lingrong in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He held her hand and said softly: "Rong'er is thoughtful. It is my honor to have you accompany me."

An Lingrong spoke softly, with a hint of tentativeness: "Your Majesty, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not..."

Her eyes moved, as if she had some concerns.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Yinzhen felt even more fond of her. He put down the teacup in his hand, gently held her in his arms, and said softly, "Rong'er, is there anything we can't say to each other? Just say it."

An Lingrong nestled in his warm embrace, feeling the faint scent of ambergris emanating from him. Her heart was sweet yet uneasy. She bit her lips gently and whispered, "Your Majesty, I am only worried that the harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs..."

Yinzhen was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he understood her concerns. He looked down at the person in his arms, and saw that there was a bit of uneasiness and anxiety between her eyebrows, which made him feel even more distressed.

"Silly girl," Yinzhen chuckled and scratched her nose with his finger: "I know you are only thinking about me, but I know how to handle the affairs of the harem. Just be at ease."

An Lingrong raised her head and looked at him with her big watery eyes, which were filled with a bit of anticipation and uneasiness: "Your Majesty, do you really... not mind?"

Yinzhen looked at An Lingrong's watery eyes, which were like a clear spring reflecting his own shadow, and his heart softened.

He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kissed her smooth forehead, saying softly: "Why would I mind? I love you so much that I can't wait."

An Lingrong felt his warm lips and her body trembled slightly. A blush appeared on her cheeks, just like the peach blossoms blooming on the branches in spring, so beautiful and tempting.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, hiding the uneasiness that flashed across her eyes.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's voice was as gentle as a breeze, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"I just... just hope to share the emperor's worries, but I don't want to..."

"Are you unwilling to violate our ancestral family rules?" Yinzhen said what she had not finished saying, with a hint of doting in his tone.

An Lingrong nodded gently, but she felt even more uneasy. She knew that the harem was not allowed to interfere in government affairs, this was an iron rule, and if she crossed the line, she would probably get into even greater trouble.

Yinzhen looked at her cautious appearance and felt even more pity for her.

He gently lifted her chin and let her look at him, his deep eyes full of tenderness: "Rong'er, don't worry, I understand in my heart. I can feel your sincerity. I won't make things difficult for you."

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it had some kind of magic, which gradually calmed An Lingrong's restless heart. She raised her head and looked at the tall and majestic man in front of her, and a sense of security she had never felt before surged in her heart.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's eyes were slightly moist. She snuggled gently in Yinzhen's arms, feeling his warm embrace, her heart filled with sweetness and happiness.

"Okay, silly, stop imagining."

Yinzhen patted her back gently and said in a soft voice, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

An Lingrong nodded, got up from Yinzhen's arms, straightened his clothes, and said softly, "Then I will wait on His Majesty to sleep."

Yinzhen looked at the gentle and virtuous woman in front of him, and his heart softened. He took her hand, gently brought her into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her delicate and beautiful red lips.

An Lingrong moaned in response to his enthusiasm.

The red candles are swaying, there are soft humming and laughter inside the tent, and the room is charming.

Outside the bedroom, Baojuan felt like sitting on pins and needles.

She waited anxiously outside the hall, peeking into the hall from time to time, but she could see nothing except the flickering candlelight and occasional whispers.

"Why hasn't he come out yet? It can't be true..." Baojuan bit her lip, her heart in turmoil.

Baojuan was stamping her feet anxiously outside the hall. There was no movement in the hall. Could it be that her plan had failed?

She thought to herself: This is impossible. An Lingrong has always been timid and afraid of things, and she only wants to be favored by the emperor. I only gave her a slight suggestion and she agreed. How could something go wrong?