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Chapter 554 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 11

Yinzhen came back to his senses, waved his hand, and said calmly: "You can go down. I will make the decision on this matter."

"Yes." The secret guard retreated, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Your Majesty, do you really not care about Queen Chunyuan anymore?

Yinzhen sat on the dragon throne, closed his eyes, and the figure of An Lingrong kept appearing in his mind.

Her smile, her tears, her every frown and smile were all deeply engraved in his mind and could not be erased.

"Rong'er..." Yinzhen murmured in a low voice, with a hint of tenderness in his tone that he himself did not even notice.

He suddenly wanted to see her, hold her in his arms and tell her that he would never let her get hurt again.

"Somebody come!"

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Prepare your carriage, Yongshou Palace!" There was a hint of urgency in Yinzhen's voice that he himself did not even notice. Yixiu's cruelty chilled his heart, and also made him cherish that gentle and kind woman even more.

As the sedan chair sped along, Yinzhen became more and more anxious. He wished he could see her right now, hold her in his arms, and never let her go.

In Yongshou Palace, An Lingrong was reclining on the couch, holding a scroll of poetry in her hands, reciting softly. The sunlight outside the window was just right, shining on her, casting a faint halo on her, making her look even more pure and elegant, and I felt pity for her.

Hearing Yinzhen's footsteps, An Lingrong quickly stood up to greet him, bowing and saying, "Your Majesty, your concubine pays respect to you."

Yinzhen helped her up, his eyes fell gently on her face, as if he wanted to see through her: "Rong'er, there is no need to be polite."

Yinzhen held her hand, only to feel it was cold. He said distressedly, "Rong'er, why are your hands so cold? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

As he said this, he placed his other hand on the back of An Lingrong's hand, trying to warm her with his body temperature.

An Lingrong felt the warmth of Yinzhen's palm, and her heart warmed. She said softly, "I am fine. Maybe I didn't wear enough clothes today, so I caught a cold."

She gently withdrew her hand, poured a cup of hot tea for Yinzhen and handed it to him.

Yinzhen took the teacup but did not drink it. He just stared at An Lingrong, with complex emotions surging in his deep eyes. He thought of the secret guard's report and Yixiu's cruelty, and his love for An Lingrong grew even stronger.

He took An Lingrong into his arms, let her sit on his lap, rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, and greedily breathed in the faint fragrance from her body.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

An Lingrong's voice was soft and concerned, pulling Yinzhen back from his thoughts. He looked at the beautiful face in front of him, and felt pity for her.

He thought of Yixiu's cruelty, and became more determined to protect the weak woman in front of him.

"Rong'er, I'm fine." Yinzhen took a deep breath and held An Lingrong's hand tightly, as if to pass his strength to her.

"I just remembered some past events and felt a little depressed."

An Lingrong gently nestled in Yinzhen's arms. She didn't ask any more questions. She just looked at him with her watery eyes and said softly, "If Your Majesty doesn't want to talk about it, I won't ask. But... I hope Your Majesty can understand that no matter when and where, I will be by Your Majesty's side and face it together with Your Majesty."

Yinzhen felt warm in his heart, bent down and kissed An Lingrong's forehead, and said softly: "Rong'er, thank you."

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

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's voice trembled a little. She could feel Yinzhen's emotional fluctuations, and her heart began to feel uneasy.

"I...I am a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, Rong'er. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." Yinzhen's voice was low and firm, as if he was assuring An Lingrong, and as if he was swearing to himself.

He held An Lingrong's face in his hands, stared at her with burning eyes, and said word by word: "I am pleased with you, Rong'er."

When An Lingrong heard this, her body trembled. She looked up at Yinzhen in disbelief, and her eyes were instantly filled with tears.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong choked up, wanting to say something but not knowing how to express it.

"Shh..." Yinzhen gently pressed his index finger against An Lingrong's lips and gently interrupted her.

"You don't have to say anything, I understand."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, gently and domineeringly. An Lingrong felt her mind go blank, all the anxiety and fear disappeared at this moment, leaving only joy and sweetness in her heart.

That night, Yinzhen stayed in Yongshou Palace.

After a night of passion and deep love, An Lingrong felt as if she was floating on the clouds, light and yet so real.

As the sky brightened, Yinzhen stood up and left. Before leaving, he gently stroked An Lingrong's cheek and whispered, "I still have to go to court. I will come to see you later."

Although An Lingrong was reluctant to leave, she also understood that the emperor was busy with affairs, so she said softly, "Your Majesty, please put state affairs first. I respectfully send you off."

"Su Peisheng."

After the court session, Yinzhen summoned Su Peisheng and said, "Pass on my decree to confer the title of Zhenpin on An."

Su Peisheng was stunned when he heard this, then he bowed and said, "Well, I'll do it right away."

He thought to himself that the emperor's love for his precious concubine was extraordinary. In just a few days, he promoted her from concubine to concubine, and granted her a residence in Yongshou Palace, a prestigious place. It seemed that the wind direction in the harem was about to change again.

Su Peisheng received the imperial edict and walked back to Yongshou Palace in small steps. He knew clearly that this lady was the apple of the emperor's eye and he must not neglect her.

After entering Yongshou Palace, Su Peisheng saw An Lingrong leaning against the window, fiddling with a pot of blooming orchids with her slender fingers. The sunlight shone on her through the window lattice, making her skin look even whiter than snow and more delicate and charming.

"Your servant greets your precious one, and may Your Majesty be blessed with good health." Su Peisheng bowed his body, smiling widely, and spoke in a respectful tone as if he was talking to the queen.

An Lingrong turned around when she heard the voice and saw that it was Su Peisheng. She showed a hint of surprise on her face, "Eunuch Su, there is no need to be so polite. I wonder if you have come here today to ask for anything from the Emperor?"

Su Peisheng quickly turned aside and said with a smile: "Oh, my lady, this is really embarrassing for me. I came here today to congratulate the queen in accordance with the emperor's order!"

After saying that, he pulled out a bright yellow imperial edict from his sleeve and held it high above his head.

An Lingrong was confused but remained expressionless. She slowly walked to the table, signaled the palace maid to bring a brocade cushion, and then knelt down to receive the order.

"The Emperor, by the Mandate of Heaven, proclaims: Mrs. An is gentle and virtuous, beautiful and intelligent, and deeply loved by me. I hereby promote her to the title of Concubine Zhen. I decree this." Su Peisheng read out the imperial edict in a shrill voice, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Empress Zhen, please accept the order quickly."