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Chapter 544 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 1

As night fell, the Forbidden City was shrouded in silence. However, the Hall of Mental Cultivation was brightly lit and warm, just like the emperor's mood at the moment.

After reviewing the last memorial, Yinzhen rubbed his brows tiredly.

"Your Majesty, it's time to turn over the cards." Su Peisheng walked in quietly and presented the green card.

Yinzhen flipped through it casually, but his eyes stopped on the three words "An Da Ying".

Two young eunuchs gently carried An Lingrong to the dragon bed. Yinzhen was sitting at the table, one hand on his forehead, as if he was resting his eyes. Hearing the noise, he slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze fell on the petite figure in the quilt.

An Lingrong shuddered. She felt the emperor's overwhelming aura, and even through the hazy gauze curtain, it was hard for her to breathe. She clutched the quilt tightly, curled up into a ball, and shivered like a frightened deer.

"What's wrong?" Yinzhen looked at her reaction, and a playful smile appeared on his originally tired face. He stood up and walked to the bed, and used his slender fingers to lift the gauze curtain.

An Lingrong lowered her head even lower. Under the moonlight, her fair neck was faintly pink, just like a peach blossom budding in spring, tender and juicy.

Yinzhen's eyes fell on her red earlobe, and the smile on his lips deepened. He reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Raise your head and let me see you." His voice was low and magnetic, as if it carried some kind of magic that made An Lingrong irresistible.

An Lingrong raised her head timidly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her watery eyes were full of panic.

"Your Majesty..." she called softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Hmm?" Yinzhen looked at her, a barely perceptible trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

"My concubine... My concubine is scared..." An Lingrong bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Silly girl, I won't eat you, what are you afraid of?" Yinzhen gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, his movements as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Yinzhen felt that she was very familiar, with her watery almond eyes, a bit timid and a bit stubborn, just like... A picture suddenly flashed through his mind.

An image flashed quickly through Yinzhen's mind. It was a woman with a smile as bright as the warm spring sun and a face as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water.

But the scene was as illusory as a mirage, and he tried his best to catch it, but he couldn't. He only remembered those eyes, clear and bright, but with a hint of indelible sadness.

"Your Majesty?" An Lingrong called out timidly, interrupting Yinzhen's thoughts.

Yinzhen came back to his senses and looked at the pitiful woman in front of him. The strange feeling in his heart also dissipated. He suppressed his doubts and gently took An Lingrong into his arms.

"Are you Anshi?"

"Your Majesty, I, your concubine, am..." An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and even weaker in the empty bedroom. She didn't dare to look up at the emperor, she could only feel the burning gaze wandering over her body, as if he wanted to see through her.

"Raise your head." Yinzhen's voice carried a hint of command, but it did not make people feel disgusted. Instead, it revealed a hint of unquestionable majesty.

An Lingrong's heart trembled suddenly. She didn't know why the emperor suddenly asked this question, and she didn't know how to answer. She took a deep breath, tried to control her trembling body, slowly raised her head, and looked timidly at the emperor in front of her.

Under the candlelight, Yinzhen's face was still calm, and his deep eyes made it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

But An Lingrong felt that the emperor's eyes seemed a little different, a look she had never seen before.

An Lingrong was trembling with fear. She didn't understand why the emperor's eyes were so scary, as if he wanted to eat her alive. This was far from the joy she had imagined on the dragon bed. She thought the emperor was gentle and would treat her like a treasure. But now, she only felt endless fear.

"Your Majesty...I..." An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of tears. She wanted to explain, to tell the emperor that she did not intend to resist, but was just too nervous and afraid, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them.

Yinzhen looked at the fear in her eyes, and the strange feeling in his heart became stronger. Which of the women in the harem didn't try their best to make him smile?

But the woman in front of him was like a frightened deer, trembling and looking so pitiful.

He suddenly became playful and wanted to see how long this little concubine could pretend.

"What? Do you feel that I have wronged you?" Yinzhen deliberately frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

An Lingrong shuddered when she heard this, and she dared not look up anymore. Her slender shoulders trembled slightly, and crystal tears slid down her fair cheeks, shining silver in the moonlight.

"Your Majesty, I dare not..." An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito's silk, with obvious crying tones.

"Don't dare? Then why are you shaking?" Yinzhen looked at her tearful face, and the nameless fire in his heart dissipated a little, and instead he felt a little pity.

He reached out and gently lifted An Lingrong's chin, forcing her to look at him.

The tears in An Lingrong's eyes kept piling up, and finally she couldn't help but burst out, and the hot tears fell on the back of Yinzhen's hand. She didn't know what she had done wrong, and she had tried her best to please the emperor, but she still angered him.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. I, your concubine..." She spoke incoherently, her heart filled with fear and helplessness.

Yinzhen looked at her tearful face, and the nameless fire in his heart strangely dissipated a little. He let go of her hand and looked at the trembling little woman in front of him with amusement.

"What? I haven't even touched you yet, and you're crying like this?"

An Lingrong's tears were like pearls that had broken off a string, falling one by one on the back of Yinzhen's hand, burning his heart and making it tremble.

He had never seen such a weak woman. Which of the concubines in the harem did not smile coquettishly and flatter him in front of him, trying her best to please him?

This An was different. She was like a frightened little rabbit, shivering and lovable.

He wanted to tease her some more, but seeing her crying and looking so pitiful, he couldn't bear it.

"Okay, stop crying." Yinzhen withdrew his hand, and his tone unconsciously became a little gentle.

An Lingrong shuddered when she heard this, and looked at him with tearful eyes, as if to confirm whether he was really not angry.

"Your Majesty..." She called out timidly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"I told you that you don't have to be afraid." Yinzhen looked at her, and the strange feeling in his heart became stronger. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her soft hair: "As long as you are obedient, I will not treat you badly."