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Chapter 558 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 15

"Haha, if I say you are beautiful, then you are beautiful. Why should you be so modest?" Yinzhen laughed loudly, his eyes full of pampering.

Just as the two were being affectionate with each other, a melodious flute sound suddenly came from behind a rockery not far away, breaking the moment of tranquility.

Yinzhen frowned in displeasure. How dare this damn flute sound disturb his enjoyment!

He just wanted to spend some time with Rong'er, why was it so difficult?

"Your Majesty, this flute sound..." An Lingrong also heard this sudden sound. She looked at Yinzhen with some uneasiness, only to see that his face was gloomy, and it was obvious that he was disturbed by the flute sound.

"It's just someone playing tricks." Yinzhen waved his hand impatiently.

The flute sounded soft and gentle, like weeping and complaining, adding a bit of sorrow and sadness to the spring-filled imperial garden. Yinzhen was already upset by the sound, and seeing An Lingrong's worried face, he felt even more unhappy.

"Let's go! Let's go see which blind slave is blowing such a horrible story!"

An Lingrong gently pulled Yinzhen's sleeve and said softly, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Maybe someone is practicing the flute. It's not his intention to disturb your Majesty's interest."

Yinzhen looked down at An Lingrong and saw that she was worried. His tone softened a bit, "Rong'er is just too kind. Everyone in this palace has an agenda. The flute sounds so sad. Who knows what evil intentions they might have."

After saying that, Yinzhen took An Lingrong's hand and walked in the direction of the flute sound.

From a distance, I could see a swing that had been built next to the rockery, with a woman in a pink cheongsam sitting on it.

"It's Sister Wan!"

An Lingrong cried out in joy, her eyes full of joy at seeing an old friend. She walked quickly to the swing, and said with some concern: "Sister Wan, why are you playing the flute here alone? This tune sounds so sad, what's on your mind?"

The woman in front of him was Zhen Huan, who entered the palace with An Lingrong.

Hearing An Lingrong's voice, Zhen Huan stopped what she was doing, slowly raised her head, and smiled faintly: "It's Lingrong, I'm playing casually here, but I'm disturbing my sister's elegant mood."

Yinzhen saw that An Lingrong knew the flute player, and his expression eased a little, but his tone was still a little unhappy: "Are you Concubine Wan? I was walking in the imperial garden with Concubine Zhen, but you didn't stay in your own palace, but ran here to play mournful music, disturbing the peace. What's your intention?"

Zhen Huan stood up and bowed, her tone neither humble nor arrogant: "Your Majesty? I mean no harm to you. I just felt a little cold today and was feeling depressed, so I thought of relaxing in the imperial garden. I was suddenly inspired and played a few songs. I didn't expect to disturb your Majesty and Concubine Zhen's leisure. Please forgive me."

"Oh? Really?" Yinzhen obviously didn't believe her.

His sharp eyes swept across Zhen Huan's slightly pale face, and then looked at her hands that were deliberately hidden behind her back, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Since you caught a cold, you should stay in your own palace to recuperate. You came to the Imperial Garden to play funeral music, do you want me to be infected with this disease?"

Zhen Huan's heart tightened, but she was not flustered. She bowed down gracefully, her voice soft and aggrieved, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I just thought that the beautiful scenery and pleasant fragrance of the flowers in this imperial garden might help alleviate my illness, but I didn't mean to offend Your Majesty. Please understand."

"Oh? Really? Then I would like to ask Concubine Wan, there are so many beautiful places in the harem, why did you choose this imperial garden? Could it be that you have other intentions?" Yinzhen pressed on step by step, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

An Lingrong stood aside and saw all this. She knew that Yinzhen suspected that Zhen Huan was waiting here on purpose to attract his attention. She gently tugged at Yinzhen's sleeve and said softly, "Your Majesty, Sister Wan is weak and may have offended you unintentionally. Please calm down."

Yinzhen looked down at An Lingrong and saw that she was worried. His anger subsided a little and his tone softened, "Rong'er is just too kind. Who in this palace doesn't have an agenda? The flute sounds so sad, who knows what evil intentions it has."

An Lingrong wanted to say a few more words for Zhen Huan, but her eyes wandered to Huanbi behind Zhen Huan.

This glance made her stunned.

What Huanbi was wearing was clearly the Shu brocade that she had given to Zhen Huan before! The Shu brocade was intricately woven and brightly colored, with delicate hibiscus patterns embroidered with gold thread. It was the only one in the palace, and it was specially given to her by Yinzhen.

She couldn't bear to wear it herself, so she gave it to Zhen Huan. However, she never imagined that the clothes would be worn by a servant like Huanbi.

An Lingrong felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. The hibiscus flowers on the Shu brocade seemed to be smiling mockingly, stinging her eyes.

She never thought that her sincere treatment of Zhen Huan would result in such a result.

"Rong'er? Rong'er, what's wrong with you?" Yinzhen saw An Lingrong's pale face and her eyes staring at the maid behind Zhen Huan, as if she had seen a ghost. He couldn't help but worry, reached out and held her hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

An Lingrong stared at Huanbi's clothes with a pale face. Yinzhen also noticed that the material was given to Ronger by him. He frowned slightly, and his doubts became even greater.

This Shu brocade is extremely precious. No one in the entire harem is qualified to own it except Rong'er. Why would it appear on the body of a palace maid?

Seeing that the emperor was staring at her, Huanbi was secretly delighted, thinking that the emperor was attracted by her pitiful appearance. What's more, she was so proud that she rolled her eyes at An Lingrong, looking like a smug villain.

An Lingrong felt her stomach churning and was filled with disgust. She had treated Zhen Huan sincerely before and even gave her the Shu brocade bestowed by the Emperor. But who would have thought that Zhen Huan would use it to dress up the palace maids and show off in front of her.

Yinzhen was so smart that he naturally saw all of this. He was suspicious by nature, and now seeing Huanbi wearing Rong'er's Shu brocade and seeing her look at Rong'er so boldly and rudely, his doubts became even greater, and a nameless anger suddenly rose up.

He snorted coldly, pulled An Lingrong to his side, hugged her waist tightly, and asked in a cold tone: "Wan Changzai, the clothes on this palace maid seem familiar, I wonder where they came from?"

When Zhen Huan heard Yinzhen's question, her heart skipped a beat. She had never thought that the emperor would actually notice the clothes on Huanbi.