Chapter 82 Visiting Concubine Ling

Jun Zechen hurried to Yikun Palace, and the eunuch who was dozing at the door suddenly had a look of fear on his face.

It's so late, why is Your Majesty coming?

His body trembled violently, and then he knelt down as quickly as possible, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

"Where is Concubine Ling?" Jun Zechen pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, the master is in the Buddhist temple." The eunuch answered tremblingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Zechen strode towards the Buddhist temple.

Jun Zechen arrived at the door of the Buddhist temple. Just as he was about to step into the temple, he heard the question from the palace maid who was kneeling next to Concubine Ling.

Jun Zechen's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Master, two hours today are enough. His Majesty only asked you to pray for the Second Prince for two hours every day. Today you have already kneeled in the Buddhist temple for the third hour."

"It rained tonight and your body has already been cold. Now it is burning hot. How can your body withstand kneeling down?"

Juxiang's face was full of anxiety and worry. She frowned and looked at Concubine Ling eagerly, giving her advice earnestly.

Concubine Ling knelt weakly on the cushion in the Buddhist hall, her face flushed and her eyes a little blurry due to the high fever.

She spoke weakly: "Juxiang, I can't sleep, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

Her voice was hoarse from the fever.

"Master, I know that His Majesty has promised to accompany you every year during the Flower Festival. So since you can't sleep well today, I want to pray for the Second Prince. But you also need to take care of yourself."

Juxiang looked at Concubine Ling with heartache, her eyes slightly red and her voice choked with sobs.

"Juxiang, please stop trying to persuade me. The Second Prince died because of me. Even though I was not the mastermind, I let Chun..."

Concubine Ling paused here, her lips trembled slightly, and then she continued.

"I have let the Imperial Concubine lose her child. I am sorry to her."

Having said that, Concubine Ling couldn't help coughing a few times, and the unhealthy blush on her face became more obvious.

Then she said with difficulty: "I can't sleep. Praying for the Second Prince can reduce the guilt in my heart. Maybe then His Majesty will not hate me so much..."

There was a hint of self-mockery in her tone and expression.

"Even if you want to pray, you have to be healthy. Are you dragging your sick body like this for me to see or are you really praying for the Second Prince?"

Jun Zechen's cold voice suddenly sounded, his face looked a little gloomy, and then he slowly stepped up and stepped into the Buddhist hall.

When Concubine Ling heard the familiar voice, a look of surprise first appeared on her face, then she quickly stood up and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

"Get up." Jun Zechen's voice was flat and calm.

"Why did your majesty come to Yikun Palace?"

Concubine Ling raised her head slightly and asked with confusion in her eyes.

"Your personal maid came to Zhaochun Palace to cause trouble, and asked me to come to Yikun Palace to save you. How come you didn't know?"

Jun Zechen's indifferent eyes fell directly on her, and the words he spoke were like sharp knives, piercing her heart.

When Concubine Ling heard this, her body trembled violently and she quickly knelt on the ground, her eyes full of panic and helplessness.

Her head was already dizzy at this time, her thoughts were a little confused, and she didn't know what she was saying.

"Your Majesty, I never asked Meixiang to ask for an audience with Your Majesty. Meixiang must have seen that I was unhappy and felt sorry for me, so she acted on her own. I know I was wrong. I didn't manage the servants well and disturbed Your Majesty."

"Meixiang committed a crime. I have sent her to the Ministry of Punishment." Jun Zechen said expressionlessly.

When Concubine Ling heard this, her eyes widened with fear.

She knelt down and moved to Jun Zechen's feet regardless of everything, grabbing the corner of his clothes tightly with both hands.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to let Meixiang go. She has been with me all the time. She just acted on her own because she was worried about me. Wuwu, Your Majesty, please."

At this time, Concubine Ling's eyes were blurred with tears, and tears kept pouring out like a flood. Her crying made people feel pity.

Jun Zechen looked at her with a frown, his heart full of complicated emotions.

The reason why he was so indifferent to her was that he didn't want Ling Yue to hurt herself again and again in order to gain his sympathy.

But seeing her being so humble and compromising now, his mind would unconsciously recall her former happy and carefree self.

He hoped that she would stop clinging to his favor. Even without his favor, he would let Ling Yue live well in the harem.

He hoped that she could live in peace in the harem, and did not want to see her become unrecognizable, nor did he want to see her die because of the various schemes of the harem.

Ling Yue cried extremely sadly, and her sorrowful cries seemed to burst her heart and lungs.

Her body was already weak from the high fever, and she was staggering as if she had no bones, and her head was dizzy, as if it was stuffed with paste.

When faced with the man's frosty indifference, Ling Yue felt a black screen before her eyes, and she fell straight back and fainted.

Jun Zechen was shocked when he saw this, and a look of anxiety instantly appeared on his face. He quickly reached out and picked her up.

"Where is the imperial physician!" Jun Zechen roared, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

Having said that, Jun Zechen held Ling Yue in his arms and strode towards the bedroom of Yikun Palace.

After entering the bedroom, Jun Zechen put her on the bed.

Concubine Ling frowned tightly, as if she was in great pain.

Her hands had been unconsciously holding tightly onto Jun Zechen's sleeves, refusing to let go, with tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes, making her look particularly adorable under the candlelight.

Jun Zechen originally wanted to sit on a chair nearby, but seeing her like this, he couldn't bear it.

He also didn't want to appear too cold in front of so many palace servants in the hall. After all, the servants in the palace were the best at judging people and deciding what to do with them. So he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Juxiang followed behind and hurriedly brought the imperial physician who had been invited earlier into the bedroom.

When the imperial physician came in, he bowed and greeted with great trepidation, "Your Majesty, I am your humble servant."

"Come here and let Concubine Ling see it." Jun Zechen said with a serious face.

The imperial physician responded hastily, then began to carefully feel the patient's pulse and diagnose him, his expression focused and serious.

After a busy work, the imperial physician wrote out a prescription, and then someone took the prescription to boil the medicine.

After Juxiang carefully fed the medicine to Concubine Ling, Concubine Ling finally regained consciousness.

She opened her eyes with great effort, and when she saw Jun Zechen, her originally confused look suddenly became clear again.

She threw back the quilt and struggled to get out of bed.

Jun Zechen was quick to stop her, "You are still sick, what are you doing getting up? Get some rest."

Concubine Ling couldn't get out of bed, so she knelt on the bed, tears in her eyes, and spoke while crying.

"No, Your Majesty, I beg you to let Meixiang go. It's all my fault. I am willing to accept any punishment you want. Your Majesty, please take Meixiang out of the Ministry of Punishment."

Ling Yue knelt on the bed, crying and kowtowing to Jun Zechen continuously, her forehead hitting the bed board again and again, making a dull sound.

Jun Zechen's face was full of helplessness. He opened his mouth slightly and sighed softly.

Then, he said slowly: "Okay, take a rest, I will release Meixiang."

Hearing the voice, Concubine Ling slowly raised her head, her red eyes filled with tears, and she just looked at him straight, her eyes full of pleading and gratitude.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jun Zechen was about to get up from the bed, and upon seeing this, Concubine Ling hurriedly reached out and held his big hands.

The whole body was shaking slightly.

"Your Majesty, I have always been obsessed with the idea of ​​you accompanying me during the Flower Festival, so I have been unable to sleep."

Concubine Ling's voice was filled with deep sorrow and anticipation, and her eyes were filled with sadness and despair, as if the whole world had collapsed.

"I know very well that I am not worthy of being by your side on the Flower Festival."

Concubine Ling's eyes drooped slightly, her expression was full of loneliness and inferiority, her voice was low and trembling slightly.

"The Imperial Concubine will be your legitimate wife in the future."

When she said this, she raised her head, her eyes full of pleading, as if she had used up all her strength.

"It's just that... the Flower Festival has already passed. Your Majesty... could you please take pity on me for my frail body and stay with me for one night?"

After Concubine Ling finished speaking, her humble attitude seemed to sink into the dust, and her words seemed to turn into fine needles, piercing straight into Jun Zechen's heart.

Jun Zechen's fists clenched and unclenched unconsciously.

Now the ugly time is almost over and Yaoyao is already asleep. If I go back to Zhaochun Palace now, I will definitely wake her up.

Jun Zechen looked at her with a frown, with a hint of hesitation and reluctance in his eyes.

"Go to sleep, I will accompany you."

When Concubine Ling heard that he agreed, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes for a moment. Although tears were still hanging on her cheeks, she showed a relieved smile.

She trembled as she slowly moved towards the bed, deliberately leaving most of the space for Jun Zechen.

Jun Zechen did not take off his dragon robe, but lay down on the outside with it still on.

Concubine Ling held his sleeves tightly the whole time, as if only in this way could she feel a little bit of security. Her hands seemed to be afraid that if she let go, Jun Zechen would disappear.

Concubine Ling closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and her mind was filled with thoughts.

Now that Su Jingyao has been named Imperial Consort by His Majesty, the position of Empress is within her grasp.

And she lost her position as the legal wife and the favor of her husband, as if everything had left her.

What does she have to lose now?

Concubine Ling gritted her teeth. She must rely on Jun Zechen's kindness to get what she wanted!

There was still a patter of rain outside the palace, and the sound of the rain seemed to be telling endless sorrow.

Concubine Ling curled herself up into a ball, looking so pitiful. She slowly moved her body towards Jun Zechen little by little, even if it was just to touch his arm lightly.

Jun Zechen had not felt sleepy at all. When he felt Concubine Ling approaching, he slowly opened his eyes, his brows tightly wrinkled, but he did not push her away in the end.

Concubine Ling breathed a sigh of relief, at least His Majesty didn't completely hate her yet.

Even though she is not as good as the Royal Concubine now, no one else in the harem can surpass her.

Suddenly, without any warning, a blinding bolt of lightning flashed outside the palace like a silver snake, instantly illuminating the entire bedroom for a moment.

Then, a dull and loud thunderous sound rang out.

Jun Zechen was obviously startled and panicked, then he quickly sat up from the bed, his movements hurried and urgent.

Concubine Ling sensed his movements and with a puzzled look on her face, she called softly, "Your Majesty?"

Jun Zechen began to put on his dragon boots in a hurry, saying, "You should have a good rest. The Royal Concubine is afraid of thunder. I will go to accompany her."

After saying that, Jun Zechen strode away.

Concubine Ling stared blankly at Jun Zechen's quickly disappearing back. Her nails had already dug into her palms, which were already faintly smeared with blood.

Is the Royal Concubine the only one who is afraid of thunder?

He is now only worried that the Royal Concubine will be frightened by the thunder...

I had clearly warned myself in my heart not to care about his concern for the Imperial Concubine and not to have any more expectations of him.

But why, every time she saw him rushing towards the Imperial Concubine without hesitation, she still felt heartbroken...

Concubine Ling quickly calmed herself down, and a fierce look flashed across her eyes.

She would no longer cling to the illusory imperial favor. She would only use his sympathy and guilt to get everything she wanted.

For example, Miss Chu's child...

She does not have a strong family background, and the Ling family is no longer her solid backing. She must possess the power of the previous dynasty, otherwise how can she fight?

Therefore, she had to join forces with Lady Chu, and she needed the family power behind Lady Chu.