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Chapter 599 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 56

Although the honor and favor are gone now, deceiving the emperor is a capital crime!

It's not that she didn't have the intention to kill her, but Zhen Huan was now a member of the Yikun Palace, and she was not sure if there was anyone else who knew this secret.

She didn't dare to disobey Zhen Huan's orders, for fear that she would end up being torn to pieces if she wasn't careful.

Yu Ying'er drugged the equipment used to make the pregnancy-preserving medicine for An Lingrong without anyone noticing...

The incense was curling up, and An Lingrong was leaning on the couch, one hand gently stroking her slightly bulging belly, and the other hand flipping through the poetry collection in her hand. The sunlight shone through the window lattice on her body, coating her with a layer of golden halo, making her even more gentle and charming.

When Yinzhen stepped into the Yanxi Palace, he saw such a peaceful scene. He walked to her side with light steps and gently put his arm around her shoulders.

"What are you looking at?" His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of imperceptible doting.

An Lingrong raised her head and smiled softly: "In reply to your Majesty, I am reading the Book of Songs."

"Oh?" Yinzhen raised his eyebrows, picked up the scroll in her hand, and looked at it.

“The orioles are chirping on the island in the river…” He recited the verses in a low voice with a unique flavor.

An Lingrong snuggled in his arms, listening to his charming voice, a blush on her face.

"Your Majesty, the fetus in my belly has been very active recently. I think it also likes to listen to Your Majesty reciting poems." She said coquettishly, her voice soft and sweet.

Yinzhen chuckled, and gently stroked her abdomen with his big hands, feeling the faint fetal movement, his eyes full of tenderness.

"My dear Rong'er, thank you for your hard work."

"It is my blessing to give birth to a child for His Majesty." An Lingrong said softly, with happiness shining in her eyes.

At this time, the little palace maid came in with the pregnancy-preserving medicine and knelt on the ground respectfully: "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."

An Lingrong frowned slightly and looked at the bowl of black medicine. A bitter taste spread out, making her instinctively want to refuse.

"Your Majesty, this medicine... is so bitter." She gently pushed away the medicine bowl in the palace maid's hand, her soft voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Seeing this, Yinzhen curled up his lips into a doting smile.

"Good medicine tastes bitter, but it's for your and the child's good." He took the medicine bowl, stirred it gently with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her lips.

"Be good, drink it."

An Lingrong turned her head slightly, her weak body shrank back, and said with a hint of pouting: "Your Majesty, I... I feel sick when I smell this medicine, I really can't drink it..."

Her eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry, which made me feel sorry for her.

Yinzhen felt even more pity for her when he saw her so delicate. He understood An Lingrong's temperament, she was delicate, sensitive, and easily frightened, especially during pregnancy.

He put the medicine bowl aside, gently held her in his arms, and comforted her softly, "My dear Rong'er, if you really can't drink it, then don't drink it. But this pregnancy-preserving medicine was specially prepared by the imperial physician. It's good for the child, so you have to drink some."

"But..." An Lingrong snuggled in his arms, her voice as soft as a mosquito.

"I am afraid of suffering..."

Yinzhen smiled helplessly. This little woman was actually like a child. He picked up the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it, and brought it to her lips: "I'll feed you, okay?"

An Lingrong then slightly opened her mouth and swallowed the medicine in small sips, her delicate brows knitted tightly, as if she was enduring great pain. Every time she drank a sip, she would rub against Yinzhen's arms for comfort.

Yinzhen sighed, took the medicine and put it into his mouth. A strong bitterness spread instantly, making him frown. He was not afraid of bitterness, but he didn't want his beloved woman to suffer any grievance.

He held the medicine in his mouth, leaned over and kissed An Lingrong's lips, and passed the medicine into her mouth.

An Lingrong was stunned at first, then she understood his intention, and her eyes instantly turned red. She passively accepted his medicine, and the warm medicine with his scent made her heart surge with warmth.

The bitter taste entangled between the two people's lips and teeth, but miraculously turned into a sweet taste.

After feeding him a bowl of medicine, Yinzhen's lips were also stained with the medicine juice.

An Lingrong wiped him with a handkerchief with concern, and said softly, "Your Majesty, it's all my fault. I have caused Your Majesty so much trouble."

Yinzhen held her hand, rubbed it gently in his palm, and said softly: "Silly girl, you are my Rong'er, I am willing to do anything for you."

He held her in his arms, sniffing the fragrance of her hair and feeling each other's heartbeats. An Lingrong snuggled in his arms, feeling his warm embrace and deep love, her heart filled with a sense of security and happiness.

"Your Majesty, I am so happy." She said softly, with a hint of sob in her voice.

"Me too." Yinzhen whispered in her ear, his voice as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through the willow branches.

The two hugged each other, enjoying this rare tranquility and sweetness. Outside the window, the sunlight shone through the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground, as if blessing their love.

But this sweetness didn't last long. She couldn't help but retching and her face turned pale.

"Ugh..." An Lingrong covered her mouth and retched uncomfortably, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Yinzhen helped her to the bed with concern, patted her back gently, and comforted her softly: "Rong'er, it's okay, I'm here."

An Lingrong vomited for a while and felt a little better, but her face was still pale and she was weak. Yinzhen looked at her distressedly, his heart full of worry. He called the imperial physician and asked about An Lingrong's condition in detail.

After checking her pulse, the imperial physician said solemnly, "Your Highness, this is a sign of miscarriage. You need to stay in bed and rest. Don't get angry."

"Miscarriage?" Yinzhen's face darkened, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: "How could this happen?"

The imperial physician said that the miscarriage was caused by taking a pregnancy-stabilizing medicine mixed with safflower.

Safflower is a blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing substance. If a pregnant woman takes it, the consequences will be disastrous. Yinzhen's face suddenly became terribly gloomy, like the dark clouds before a storm.

"Who? Who tampered with the medicine?" His tone was cold, chilling to the bone.

The palace maids and eunuchs were trembling with fear and kowtowed one after another: "Your servants did not know! Your Majesty, spare my life!"

"Investigate! Investigate thoroughly for me! I want to know who is so bold as to murder my prince!" Yinzhen roared, his voice full of murderous intent.

An Lingrong lay weakly on the bed, looking at Yinzhen's furious look, feeling both scared and distressed. She gently pulled his sleeve and said softly, "Your Majesty, please calm down. I am fine..."

"You almost lost the child, how can I not be angry?!" Yinzhen held her hand with such force that he almost crushed her bones.

He looked at her pale face distressedly, his heart full of self-blame. He wanted to give her a stable and happy life, but he didn't expect that the harem was so dangerous that he couldn't even protect the woman he loved.