Chapter 153 An Lingrong 94
This was the first time that An Lingrong enjoyed a truly peaceful life.
The most scheming women in the palace didn't want to die. Some were willing, some were forced. But Lingrong, lying in bed as sick as a fairy, was secretly pleased.
It's no exaggeration to say that even the Queen Mother might not have received such treatment. After all, although the women in the palace would not harm her, her son refused to look at her.
She had been ill for a long time, and the emperor seemed to treat her Chengqian Palace as a daily check-in point. He would come for a stroll whenever he had time, or accompany her for meals or chat with her, or give guidance on Hongyao's homework.
Yes, after his son showed his extraordinary talent, the emperor started teaching him in advance, assigned homework to his eldest son who was over five years old, and checked him from time to time.
Lingrong originally wanted to use her body to hit the porcelain and seek justice for her son. Unexpectedly, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually betrayed the revolution.
Before she even opened her mouth to beg for mercy, Hongyao stuffed some snacks into her mouth and said, "Rest more, mother. Your son and Khan Ama are talking about serious matters. I will read to you later."
Well, now that the King of Curls is here, she can really lie down.
Ling Rong listened to the questions and answers between the father and son, and soon fell asleep in the ocean of knowledge.
The emperor and Hongyao stopped talking when they saw her sleeping peacefully. Their faces were not alike, but no one would ever doubt that they were father and son, simply because they had the same temperament.
After the emperor finished practicing calligraphy with his son, the two of them picked up their respective books and sat on either side, looking very happy.
But as time passed, when they found that Ling Rong had slept for another two hours, they all frowned at the same time.
Ever since Lingrong woke up, she has not been as energetic as before and is often tired. Sometimes she even falls asleep while talking to people. Once she falls asleep, she feels dizzy and it seems like she will never wake up.
I always get distracted from time to time, and my memory is getting worse and worse.
Ju Wen Shichu said that this was caused by a serious mental illness, so during this period of time, everyone tried their best to make Lingrong happy and did not dare to show any sign of wrongness in front of her.
The emperor touched Lingrong's wrist and felt that her wrist, which used to be fair and smooth, was now so thin that it would break with a slight bend.
Perhaps God favors her, and even if he wants to take her away cruelly, he is unwilling to destroy her appearance in the slightest.
The emperor stayed with her silently until the sun went down before waking her up. As usual, neither of them mentioned Lingrong's health, and they even talked about flying kites together next spring after the baby was born.
"Actually, I also like flying kites at home." Ling Rong leaned on his shoulder, speaking with some effort: "But I'm not good at it."
"What is that?"
"I love to follow my sisters and when they fly their kites high, I'll cut them in half with a pair of scissors."
Ling Rong couldn't help laughing as she spoke. Thinking of her half-sisters who used to bully her every year during the outing, she was afraid the grass on their graves would be five feet tall by now. Her smile grew even brighter. "My sisters are good-tempered, but mother scolded me, saying that I was cutting off the bad luck for each of them. If I cut off the bad luck for others, wouldn't that bring bad luck to the others?"
Thinking of the swallow kite her mother had made for her, which was then chopped up by Shuyi, Lingrong took a deep breath and said, "After that, I never cut kites again. I even gave all my kites to my sisters to cut."
The emperor stroked her still soft long hair and whispered, "When you recover, I'll have the Imperial Household Department prepare a lot of kites for you. I'll just cut them for you to play with, okay?"
"Okay, then just let Hua'er watch from the side." Lingrong smiled, held the emperor's hand in a daze, and shook her head again: "Hmm... Your Majesty and Hua'er also want to have their hair cut to get rid of bad luck, so that they can be healthy and free from disasters year after year..."
The voice gradually became inaudible. Yinzhen lowered his head and saw Lingrong leaning in his arms, falling into a deep sleep again.
At night, the emperor emerged from Chengqian Palace. Su Peisheng cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, are you going to...?"
"Return to the Hall of Mental Cultivation." Yinzhen sat on the sedan chair, rubbed his brow, and without waiting for Su Peisheng to persuade him again, he waved his hand. Eunuch Su understood and had no choice but to get up the sedan chair and follow the emperor back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
The emperor reviewed a few more memorials in his study, and finally picked up the promotion edict.
This edict was drafted by the Ministry of Rites. Yinzhen himself was not very willing to write it. It seemed that by writing it, he was sentencing Lingrong to death.
Afterwards, he wrote it himself and left it there. After all, the Imperial Concubine had already woken up, so there was no need to use the Imperial Concubine to bring good luck. But now, looking at this imperial edict that only needed the seal, the emperor was filled with mixed feelings.
He suddenly picked up his pen and wrote a new imperial edict...
The emperor on this side is full of hatred and resentment, while An Lingrong on the other side is comfortable and relaxed.
As soon as the emperor left, she woke up and opened a big gift bag of snacks for herself.
She lay in bed all day, her limbs almost atrophied. She also had to drink bitter medicine every day and eat tasteless food, her mouth was almost dry.
Fortunately, I still have some family assets, otherwise I might not be able to continue pretending to be sick.
[Hehehe, the rewards from this system are useful, right?] System N1 proudly put his hands on his hips: [I'm not a useless little Tong anymore!]
[Yes, yes, you are a super-evolved, super-useful little Tong.] Ling Rong complimented him perfunctorily, then opened the luxurious snack package and discovered that she could choose whatever she wanted. She quickly ordered a bucket of iced kuoluo and devoured it.
"Finally alive~" An Lingrong had originally wanted to endure it, just in case. But she hadn't expected the most difficult part of this plan would be controlling her diet while pretending to be sick.
After just three days of drinking the liquid diet, she couldn't hold out any longer. It was just like when she was trying to control her sugar intake to lose weight. Her brain wasn't producing dopamine anymore, and she almost went into depression.
[I'll still have to use this move with caution in the future, but the Sickness Aura is really useful, and paired with the improved version of the Turtle Breathing Pill, it's incredibly effective.]
Lingrong looked at herself in the mirror, and no matter how many times she looked at herself, she was amazed at her appearance. As she looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, a crystal tear slowly rolled down her face.
[Fuck, if I were a man, I'd offer the position of Queen with both hands once I saw this face crying.] Ling Rong picked up the Coke and drank it boldly: [Do you understand what I mean by "I'm pitiful to see you"?]
[Stop talking nonsense. The Queen and Concubine Duan have reached an agreement to save your life. What are you going to do next?]
"Eating from the rich." Lingrong said matter-of-factly, "My position as a Noble Consort is basically over now. Unless the Queen's murder of Chun Yuan is exposed, there's no way I'll be promoted. Even if it's exposed, there's still the Queen Mother. Even if she dies, she can still protect her niece's position as Queen. Besides, she's just sick."
[Ah? Then your illness was all for nothing?]
[It's not a blatant illness, wasn't I almost crowned Imperial Noble Consort?] An Lingrong said that never having been an Imperial Noble Consort and almost becoming one are not so simple. Even if the window paper you poke doesn't break, it leaves a mark.
[Besides, this time, the emperor will most likely raise the flag for me.]
[Ah? Didn't you raise the flag before?]
[That was only carried within the Han army flag, similar to what happened with Nian Shilan back then. This time, it should be carried to the Manchu army flag.]
An Lingrong hadn't finished speaking yet. After giving birth to twins, the seriously ill empress dowager would not live long.
Once the Empress Dowager died, as long as the Emperor did not depose the Empress, it would be impossible for Zhu Xi to produce the Empress Dowager's edict.
Besides, her loyalty talisman has not been used up yet.
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