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Chapter 548 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 5

"My sister is right. You and I have a deep sisterly love, so naturally we won't care about these empty formalities." Zhen Huan smiled softly with her hands covering her lips, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"But now your status is different from before. I don't know how many eyes are watching you in this palace. You have to be more cautious in your actions."

An Lingrong's face froze, and her smile faded a little: "Sister Wan is right, I will remember it."

After An Lingrong left, the smile on Zhen Huan's face faded a little bit. She picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, sniffed it gently, but did not eat it, just put it aside.

"Please take these things and put them away." Zhen Huan instructed calmly.

Huanbi took the tray and asked in confusion, "My lady, these are specially sent by Miss An. If you don't like them, I will just put them in the storeroom. Why bother..."

"I'm giving it to you." Zhen Huan interrupted her, with no emotion in her tone.

Huanbi was startled and looked up at Zhen Huan, only to find that she looked normal, but her clear eyes seemed to be covered with a faint shadow.

"My lady, this..." Huanbi wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Zhen Huan's eyes.

"This color doesn't suit me, but I think it suits you just fine."

Huanbi was startled, looking at the things on the tray in a somewhat bewildered manner, and then looked at Zhen Huan. Normally, the young lady likes these bright colors the most, why did she say today...

"My lady..." She wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

"The color of this brocade is too bright. It would be a bit ostentatious for me to wear it." Zhen Huan gently stroked the soft fabric, her tone light.

"On the contrary, you look more lively in these bright colors. It's getting late. You should go and have a rest. I'll sit for a while."

Zhen Huan was the only one left in the room. She looked out the window with a dazed look in her eyes. An Lingrong's visit today made her feel very uncomfortable.

On the other hand, Yinzhen went to An Lingrong's Yongshou Palace

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the glazed tiles of Yongshou Palace, casting a golden halo. When Yinzhen entered the palace, An Lingrong was leaning on the couch, her slender fingers gently playing with a string of agarwood Buddhist beads, with a bit of fatigue between her brows.

Hearing the footsteps, she quickly stood up and bowed: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

"My beloved, there is no need to be so polite." Yinzhen reached out to help her up, his deep eyes falling on her slightly pale face, and there was a bit of heartache in his tone.

"Why do you look so bad today? Are you feeling unwell?"

An Lingrong shook her head gently and said softly, "I am fine. I just took a nap in the afternoon and I am not fully awake yet."

"I see that you are clearly worried about something." Yinzhen pulled her to sit on the couch, gently stroking the back of her smooth hand with his slender fingers, his tone gentle.

"What's on your mind? Why don't you tell me?"

"If Rong'er doesn't want to talk, I won't ask." Yinzhen said softly, taking An Lingrong into his arms and patting her back gently, as if he was coaxing a wronged child.

"I know there are many disputes in the harem. You are new here, so it is inevitable that you will feel uncomfortable. But don't worry, I will protect you."

An Lingrong buried her head in his chest and took a deep breath. His embrace was as warm as ever, with a faint scent of ambergris, which made her feel inexplicably at peace.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's voice was muffled and nasal.

"Do you really believe me?"

Yinzhen was slightly startled, then he understood what she meant. He gently stroked her hair and said softly, "I have said that in this harem, you just need to be yourself. Those hypocritical and pretentious people are not worth your trouble."

An Lingrong raised her head and looked into his deep eyes, feeling mixed emotions. She knew that the emperor treated her differently, but this difference made her even more uneasy.

"Your Majesty, I understand how good you are to me." An Lingrong bit her lower lip lightly, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

Her watery eyes were like hibiscus petals covered with dew, delicate yet with a hint of uneasiness that made people want to pity her.

When Yinzhen saw her like this, his heart softened.

He gently lifted her chin, his deep eyes locked onto her evasive gaze, and his deep voice carried a hint of teasing: "Oh? Then tell me, what is so good about me to you?"

An Lingrong's cheeks instantly turned red, like peach blossoms in full bloom in spring, delicate and beautiful. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered like a row of small fans, covering the shyness in her eyes.

"The emperor comes to Yongshou Palace every day and rewards me with so many treasures..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, but Yinzhen could hear it clearly.

"Is that all?" Yinzhen raised his eyebrows, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Did this little thing think he was such a superficial person? Was he being nice to her just because of these material things?

An Lingrong sensed his displeasure and was startled. She quickly raised her head and wanted to explain, but when she met his unfathomable eyes, she lowered her head timidly again.

"Your Majesty, I..." She stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Yinzhen looked at her at a loss, and his heart softened. He deliberately put on a stern face and said in a serious tone: "What? You can't tell? It seems that you only have a half-understanding of my kindness."

When An Lingrong heard this, she suddenly became flustered.

She suddenly knelt on the ground, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, her tone full of grievance and fear: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn't mean to deceive you, it's just... it's just that I..."

The more she spoke, the more confused she became, and in the end she burst into tears.

Yinzhen looked at her tearful face, and the teasing thoughts in his heart suddenly disappeared. He sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to pull her up from the ground, held her in his arms, and comforted her softly: "Okay, I was just joking with you, look at you, how scared you are?"

An Lingrong leaned on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. The uneasiness and fear in her heart gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of peace of mind and dependence that she had never experienced before.

"Rong'er..."

An Lingrong felt as if her whole body was on fire, and her heartbeat was almost jumping out of her chest. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but Yinzhen pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong said coquettishly, her voice as gentle as a feather brushing across the tip of the heart, with a hint of trembling and shyness.

Yinzhen looked at the person in his arms. Under the moonlight, her skin was whiter than snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her watery eyes were full of passion. He could no longer restrain the desire in his heart, and lowered his head to kiss the red lips that made him think about it day and night.