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Chapter 598 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 55

Yinzhen ordered people to place An's mother in a side hall of Yongshou Palace, not far from An Lingrong's bedroom, so that the mother and daughter could meet at any time.

The side hall is decorated comfortably and warmly, and the palace maids and eunuchs are all carefully selected and attentive.

An Lingrong personally helped her mother sit down on the couch, held her mother's hand, and said softly: "Mother, you can live here peacefully from now on. Your daughter will take good care of you."

Mother An patted An Lingrong's hand gently, a trace of relief flashing in her cloudy eyes: "Okay, okay, mother believes in you."

She paused, then asked worriedly, "The Emperor...how does he treat you?"

A shy smile appeared on An Lingrong's face: "The emperor treats his daughter very well." She thought of everything Yinzhen had done for her, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

An Lingrong stroked her slightly bulging belly, her face filled with the glow of motherhood, and said softly, "Mother, my daughter is pregnant with the emperor's child. It's been five months."

When Mother An heard this, she was stunned at first. A glimmer of light seemed to flash in her cloudy eyes, and then dimmed again.

She stroked An Lingrong's belly with trembling hands and whispered, "Good, good, that's great..." But there was a hint of imperceptible bitterness in her tone.

An Lingrong noticed her mother's change of mood and asked with concern: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mother An shook her head and sighed, "Rong'er, in the harem, a mother is honored by her son, but it's also... every step is frightening..."

She had lived in a secluded house for a long time, and although she was blind, she was not completely ignorant of the struggles in the harem.

An Lingrong felt the cold temperature of her mother's hand, and her heart tightened. She understood what her mother meant. Giving birth to a prince in this deep palace was a blessing, but it also meant being drawn into a deeper vortex.

"Mom, don't worry. I will protect myself and the child." An Lingrong comforted her mother softly, but a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

Mother An sighed and said no more. She just gently stroked An Lingrong's belly and silently prayed in her heart that her daughter and grandson would be safe and sound...

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Zhen Huan followed far behind the team that was dragging Yu Ying'er. Seeing the once glorious Yu Ying'er, now with disheveled clothes and messy hair, being dragged like a stray dog, Zhen Huan couldn't tell what it felt like.

If you say it's pitiful, Yu Ying'er was reaping the consequences of her arrogance and domineering behavior; if you say it's what she deserves, she was a living being after all, and it's hard not to sigh to see her fall to this point.

Yu Ying'er was thrown to the ground roughly, covered in dust and in a state of disgrace. She struggled to get up, but her eyes had long lost their former brilliance, leaving only emptiness and numbness.

"Bitch! It's all your fault!" Yu Ying'er suddenly went crazy, grabbed a trembling little palace maid beside her, and slapped her hard.

"If you hadn't failed to serve me well, how could I have fallen out of favor? How could I have been disliked by the Emperor?"

The young palace maid was hit so hard that she staggered and almost fell down, and a bright red slap mark instantly appeared on her face.

She covered her face, not daring to cry out loud, but kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy: "My lord, please spare my life. I deserve to die, I deserve to die..."

Zhen Huan watched this scene and sighed inwardly. This harem was the most ruthless.

Yu Ying'er was still not satisfied, so she kicked the maid fiercely a few times, cursing in a way that was unbearable to hear. The maid curled up on the ground, not daring to dodge, but silently endured Yu Ying'er's anger.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Yu Ying'er suddenly muttered in a daze.

Zhen Huan walked up to Yu Ying'er and looked down at her with a complex emotion in her eyes. She felt pity for her former colleague's downfall, worried about her future fate, and even wanted to use her to achieve her own goals.

"I agree. It's been a long time." Zhen Huan's voice was soft, but with a barely perceptible chill.

"Who are you?!" Yu Ying'er seemed to have never seen her before, but she felt that her voice was very familiar.

Zhen Huan chuckled, but to Yu Ying'er it sounded like a ghostly whisper.

"Yu Ying'er is really a forgetful person. On New Year's Eve... in the Plum Garden..." Zhen Huan's voice was like a poisonous needle wrapped in honey, gently piercing Yu Ying'er's heart.

Yu Ying'er suddenly raised her head, and her scattered gaze gradually focused on Zhen Huan's face.

Yimei Garden, New Year's Eve... The memories that she had deliberately sealed away came flooding back like a tide, instantly drowning her. She pointed at Zhen Huan with trembling lips, her voice hoarse: "You...you are..."

"Who is it?" Zhen Huan smiled sweetly, her eyes full of mockery.

"He is just a poor man whose honor and favor you stole and who has taken over your position."

Yu Ying'er's face turned pale, as if she had been struck by lightning. She wanted to refute and curse, but found that she could not make any sound. She stared with horror, as if she saw a ghost crawling out of hell.

Zhen Huan looked at Yu Ying'er's collapsed appearance and felt not very happy.

She squatted down, got close to Yu Ying'er, and whispered, "Yu Da Ying, do you think the emperor really loves you?"

Yu Ying'er's pupils suddenly contracted, and this sentence pierced through her fantasy like a sharp knife.

"If the emperor knew that you had deceived him, do you think he would still spare your life?"

Yu Ying'er seemed to be strangled by someone. Her face turned from pale to blue, and then from blue to purple. Her eyeballs bulged out, almost rolling out of their sockets. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Only rough "ho ho" sounds came out of her throat, like a dying fish.

Zhen Huan looked at her terrified expression, and a sense of revenge rose in her heart. She stood up, patted the wrinkles on her dress, and looked down at Yu Ying'er, as if she were looking at a humble ant.

"I am here today not to humiliate you, but to show you a clear way." Zhen Huan's voice returned to its former gentleness, but it was like a death spell that made Yu Ying'er shudder.

"If you want to live, then listen to my instructions." Zhen Huan leaned down, leaned close to Yu Ying'er's ear, and whispered a few words.

Yu Ying'er widened her eyes and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes, but the instinct for survival finally overcame her fear, and she nodded tremblingly.

Zhen Huan smiled with satisfaction, turned around and left, leaving Yu Ying'er alone sitting on the ground, like a walking corpse.

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Since being threatened by Zhen Huan, Yu Ying'er has been in a state of panic all day long. Her once pretty face is now filled with fear and anxiety, and the arrogance of being favored in the past has long gone, replaced by humility and fear.

She was like a frightened bird, and the slightest movement made her tremble with fear. Zhen Huan's words lingered in her like a nightmare, making her unable to sleep or eat.

The favor she stole was like a powder keg that could explode at any time, making her live in fear all the time.