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Chapter 561 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 18

Huanbi lay on the bed, her face pale and her lips bloodless. The brocade she was wearing had long been replaced with a plain nightgown.

Wen Shichu hurried over and frowned after taking Huanbi's pulse.

"Miss Huanbi has caught a cold, and she is emotionally agitated, which has caused her qi and blood to attack her heart. She needs to be properly nursed back to health." As he spoke, he picked up a pen to write down a prescription and handed it to Liu Zhu who was standing beside him.

"Take the medicine according to the prescription, three times a day, and be careful not to catch a cold again."

Liu Zhu took the prescription and bowed: "Thank you, Master Wen."

On the second day, when the sun was already high in the sky, Zhen Huan finally arrived with Jing Xi.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Huanbi lying weakly on the bed, her face pale and her lips bloodless.

Zhen Huan slowly walked to the bedside, looked down at the pale-faced Huanbi, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Huanbi, are you feeling better?"

Huanbi's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Zhen Huan, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. She struggled to stand up and salute, but was gently held down by Zhen Huan.

"No need to be so polite. You're weak, just lie down." Zhen Huan's voice sounded gentle and caring, but Huanbi heard a subtle hint of coldness in it.

"Thank you for your concern, my lady." Huanbi lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito. She didn't dare to look directly into Zhen Huan's eyes, for fear that she would see the hatred in her heart.

Zhen Huan's eyes fell on Huanbi's pale face, and she felt mixed emotions. This girl, who usually boasted of her intelligence, had ended up like this, and it was all her own fault.

But, she was her sister after all, and Zhen Huan felt bad seeing her suffer.

"Huanbi, you have been wronged this time, but it is also your fault for being too ostentatious. Remember not to do this again in the future." Zhen Huan's tone was flat, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.

Huanbi bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"My young master has taught me a lesson. I know I was wrong."

Zhen Huan sighed softly. This girl is still so unwilling to admit defeat.

She reached out and stroked Huanbi's forehead, saying softly, "You are weak, take a good rest. Don't worry about other things."

Huanbi nodded gently, but did not dare to look up at Zhen Huan. She knew that although the young lady said she cared about her, she might not really care about her in her heart.

Zhen Huan stood up and instructed Liu Zhu and Jin Xi, "Take good care of Huan Bi and don't let her catch a cold again."

"Yes, my lady." Liu Zhu and Jin Xi responded in unison.

After Zhen Huan left, Huanbi couldn't hold back her tears. She clutched the quilt tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she didn't feel any pain.

She hated, hated An Lingrong's humiliation, and hated Zhen Huan's coldness even more.

"Why? Why am I always the one who gets hurt?" Huanbi roared in her heart, her voice hoarse.

Tears blurred Huanbi's vision. She bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud. Why? She refused to accept it!

Although she and Zhen Huan are master and servant, they are also sisters and share the same blood.

Why can she enter the palace and be the master? But she can only be her slave!

Huanbi, call the maid!

She really has a good father!

When Shen Meizhuang learned that Zhen Huan met An Lingrong in the Imperial Garden yesterday and was reprimanded by the Emperor, she hurried to Sui Yuxuan.

As soon as Shen Meizhuang entered the Sui Yuxuan, she saw Zhen Huan looking listless. She was leaning on the couch with a book in her hand, but she didn't turn a page for a long time.

"Huan'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Meizhuang quickly stepped forward, held Zhen Huan's hand, and asked with concern.

Zhen Huan forced a smile and shook her head: "Sister, you are worrying too much. I am just a little tired."

"You just like to show off." Shen Meizhuang gave her a reproachful look.

"I heard about what happened in the Imperial Garden yesterday. Did the Emperor... embarrass you again?"

When talking about yesterday's incident, Zhen Huan's smile faded. She said calmly, "It's just a small matter. Sister Mei, don't take it to heart."

"Huan'er, is there anything we can't talk about between you and me as sisters?" Shen Meizhuang held her hand tightly.

Zhen Huan gently patted the back of Shen Meizhuang's hand and said softly, "Sister, I know you are doing this for my own good, but the emperor... has his own decision in his heart. As concubines, we can only abide by our duties and not speculate on his intentions."

Shen Meizhuang frowned slightly and looked at Zhen Huan worriedly: "What happened? Lingrong... Although I am not close to her, we know each other. She doesn't seem to be such an aggressive person."

Zhen Huan smiled bitterly and slowly recounted what happened yesterday.

"You mean, the emperor... reprimanded you for Lingrong?" After hearing this, Shen Meizhuang's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The Emperor... maybe he thinks I'm making a big deal out of nothing." Zhen Huan lowered her eyes to hide the desolation in them.

"How is this possible?" The more Shen Meizhuang thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

Zhen Huan didn't say anything, but just gently stroked the handkerchief in her hand, and her fingertips turned pale.

Shen Meizhuang frowned, puzzled: "This is strange. In my opinion, Ling Rong doesn't seem like that kind of person. Is there some misunderstanding?"

Zhen Huan rubbed her aching forehead and sighed helplessly, "Even if there is even a slight possibility, I don't want to believe it's her. But... Sister, what do you want me to think?"

Shen Meizhuang gently stroked the back of Zhen Huan's hand and comforted her softly, "The emperor's heart is hard to predict. Perhaps the emperor just feels sorry for Ling Rong's frail body and is not intentionally biased. Huan'er, don't let your imagination run wild and hurt yourself."

Zhen Huan was startled, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She originally thought that with Shen Meizhuang's intelligence, she would be able to see through An Lingrong's hypocrisy, but she didn't expect that she would speak for her.

"Sister Mei..." Zhen Huan hesitated to speak, feeling mixed emotions.

Shen Meizhuang gently patted the back of her hand and said softly, "Huan'er, I know you feel bad. Lingrong is in great favor recently, and the emperor has pity for her. There will inevitably be bumps and bruises in the harem, so why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?"

Shen Meizhuang's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Zhen Huan's head, shattering the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

She originally thought that Shen Meizhuang would share the same hatred with her and denounce An Lingrong's hypocrisy together, but she didn't expect that she would say such "sensible" words.

A sour feeling welled up in Zhen Huan's heart, as if she had swallowed a sour plum, so sour that her teeth became soft.

"What Sister Mei is saying is that Huan'er is obsessed." Zhen Huan forced a bitter smile, with a hint of self-mockery in her tone.

Shen Meizhuang felt a little reluctant when she saw Zhen Huan's gloomy expression.

She held Zhen Huan's hand and said softly, "Huan'er, don't think too much. The emperor now favors Lingrong, so you should be more cautious and don't confront her head-on. There is a long way to go, why rush?"