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Chapter 568 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 25

She seemed to see her elderly parents, her infant brother, and the queen's sinister and vicious smile.

What should she do? If she didn't tell the truth, the emperor would kill her. If she told the truth, what would happen to her parents and relatives?

"Speak!" Yinzhen raised his tone and kicked Baojuan on the shoulder. Baojuan felt so much pain that she almost fainted.

"Yes... yes..." Baojuan uttered a word with difficulty, but was afraid to say the next word. She knew that if she dared to say the queen's name, the queen would make her live a life worse than death!

She secretly raised her eyes, observing Yinzhen's expression, and quickly glanced at An Lingrong. An Lingrong still lowered her head, and her slender shoulders trembled slightly, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, ready to be broken at any time.

Yinzhen's sharp eyes caught Baojuan's subtle movement and he sneered in his heart.

This lowly maid is clearly trying to take advantage of Lingrong!

He grabbed Baojuan's hair and forced her to look up. His eyes pierced her like ice spikes: "Who is it? Tell me clearly!"

Baojuan cried out in pain, her scalp was torn and tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She looked at Yinzhen in horror, feeling the cold murderous intent emanating from him, and was frightened to death. The threat from the Queen and the pressure from Yinzhen made her feel torn, as if she was in a world of ice and fire.

"Your servant... Your servant..." Baojuan spoke incoherently, with sweat dripping down her forehead. She didn't dare to say that she was the queen, let alone An Lingrong.

Yinzhen was furious when he saw that she was still hesitant. He pushed Baojuan away, walked to An Lingrong, gently helped her up, and said softly, "Lingrong, don't be afraid, I will make the decision for you."

An Lingrong raised her head and looked at Yinzhen with tears in her eyes.

"I know you have been wronged." Yinzhen hugged her in his arms with heartache, patted her back gently and comforted her.

He turned his head and looked at Baojuan with cold eyes: "Since you refuse to say it, don't blame me for being rude!" He winked at the guard.

"Take him away and torture him severely!"

Baojuan was dragged away by the guards, and her shrill screams echoed in the palace, which frightened An Lingrong. She snuggled in Yinzhen's arms, feeling his warm embrace, but her heart was filled with anxiety.

"Your Majesty, Baojuan..." An Lingrong hesitated to speak.

"I know what you want to say." Yinzhen interrupted her: "I believe you are innocent."

"But..." An Lingrong bit her lip: "Baojuan is my concubine's after all..."

"I understand." Yinzhen stroked her hair gently: "But I trust my own judgment more. I will investigate this matter and clear your name."

An Lingrong nestled in Yinzhen's arms, her body still trembling slightly.

Baojuan's screams lingered in her ears like a demonic sound, lingering. She closed her eyes, but the look of fear and despair in Baojuan's eyes when she was dragged away appeared in front of her, and that look pierced her heart like a needle.

Yinzhen sensed the uneasiness of the person in his arms and hugged her tighter. His deep voice rang in her ears, as deep and pleasant as a cello: "Go to sleep, Rong'er, I'm here, no one will hurt you anymore."

He patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child. An Lingrong gradually calmed down in his warm embrace, and her breathing became even and long.

Calming incense was burning in the hall, and the faint fragrance filled the air, making people drowsy. Yinzhen looked at An Lingrong sleeping peacefully in his arms, and an indescribable tenderness surged in his heart.

The way she sleeps looks like a frightened deer, making people want to protect her.

Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her fair face, her small nose was slightly raised, and her pink lips were slightly pouting, like a tempting cherry, making people want to kiss her.

Yinzhen's eyes fell on her slightly pale face, and his heart ached. He knew that the intrigues in the harem had put her under too much pressure that she shouldn't have to bear.

He gently brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead, placed a kiss on her smooth forehead, and whispered, "Rong'er, I will protect you for the rest of your life and will never let you suffer any injustice again."

Outside the palace, the night deepened and the sound of the clock could be heard. Yinzhen just held An Lingrong in his arms and sat quietly all night.

The next morning, when An Lingrong woke up, she found herself still in Yinzhen's arms. She looked up at him and found that he was also asleep.

The morning light shone through the window lattice, shining on his handsome face, making him look even more gentle and affectionate. An Lingrong felt warm in her heart, and stretched out her fingers to gently trace his eyebrows.

Yinzhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw An Lingrong looking at him closely, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Awake?"

An Lingrong lowered her head shyly and asked softly, "How could the emperor fall asleep like this?"

"I'm afraid you'll have another nightmare." Yinzhen hugged her tighter: "From now on, I will always be with you."

As he spoke, he bent down and kissed her forehead. An Lingrong's cheeks instantly became hot, and her heartbeat quickened. She snuggled in his arms, feeling his warm embrace, her heart filled with sweetness and happiness.

If other people saw this sweet scene, they would be shocked. Everyone knows that Emperor Yongzheng was ruthless and decisive, but now he also has such a tender side.

But this tenderness was only given to An Lingrong.

After breakfast, An Lingrong was about to return to Yongshou Palace when she saw Huichun running towards her in a panic. She fell to her knees and said, "My queen, this is bad!"

An Lingrong's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

"What happened?"

Huichun trembled and said, "There are rumors in the palace... in the palace... that your Majesty... is plotting to murder the heir to the throne..."

An Lingrong felt a black screen before her eyes and she almost fainted. She held onto Huichun's hand and managed to stand steady, her nails digging deep into her flesh but she didn't feel any pain.

Yinzhen took a quick step forward and supported the shaky An Lingrong. His broad and warm palms tightly wrapped around her cold little hands, and a warm current flowed from his palms to her whole body, making her feel a little more stable.

His deep eyes were filled with worry and heartache. He locked his eyes tightly on her pale face, and said in a low voice with a trembling voice: "Rong'er, don't be afraid. I'm here."

An Lingrong raised her head, tears blurring her eyes. She choked and said, "Your Majesty, I...I didn't..."

Tears rolled down An Lingrong's fair cheeks, splashing onto Yinzhen's bright yellow dragon robe, staining a small dark spot. She wanted to speak, but she opened her mouth in vain, as if her throat was blocked by something, and no sound came out.

Yinzhen felt even more distressed when he saw her like this. He gently stroked the soft skin on the back of her hand with his thumb and comforted her softly, "Silly girl, I know you have been wronged, and I will definitely seek justice for you."