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Chapter 572 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 29

When Concubine Hua heard the news that the Queen had been deposed, she was reclining on the imperial concubine couch, with Songzhi peeling lychees for her. The bright red lychees made her nails painted with nail polish look even more gorgeous.

"Your Majesty, the Queen... the Queen has been deposed!" The little eunuch stumbled in with a trembling voice, but the news he brought was like a bomb, exploding in the Yikun Palace.

Hua Fei was stunned at first, and then, her gorgeous face blossomed into a brilliant smile, like a blooming peony, outshining all the other beauties. "Really? The old witch, the queen, finally got her comeuppance!" She snatched the lychee from Song Zhi's hand and took a big bite, splashing juice everywhere.

"Hahaha! I'm so happy!" She laughed so hard that her body shook, with an undisguised smugness in the corners of her eyes and brows.

"Go, bring me my treasured Biluochun. I want to celebrate!" Concubine Hua was in high spirits, as if she was ten years younger. Songzhi quickly withdrew, secretly relieved. The Queen's dethronement was undoubtedly great news for Yikun Palace.

"The Emperor has finally done something wise!"

While eating lychees, Concubine Hua said smugly, "The queen always puts on a sanctimonious look, which makes people upset!"

Hua Fei glanced at the lychee in her hand, the bright red juice flowing down her fingertips like blood. In her opinion, this was a good omen. The queen had fallen, who else in the harem could compete with her? She seemed to have seen herself wearing a phoenix robe and a phoenix crown, accepting the worship of everyone.

"Songzhi." Concubine Hua called lazily.

"You said, if I become the queen, shouldn't I put the harem in order?"

Song Zhi hurried forward, nodded and said, "Your Majesty is right. This harem really needs someone as decisive as you to take charge."

Hua Fei smiled with satisfaction. She had long disliked the Queen. Her hypocritical virtuous appearance was really disgusting. Now that she had lost power, it was what she deserved.

Concubine Hua seemed to be in the magnificent Hall of Supreme Harmony. She was wearing a bright yellow phoenix robe and a heavy phoenix crown on her head, which was studded with pearls and gems, sparkling in the sun.

She sat upright on the phoenix chair, accepting the worship of the civil and military officials, listening to the thunderous cheers of "Long live the queen". She raised her chin slightly, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were arrogant and insolent.

Hua Fei was having a great dream, but she didn't expect Yinzhen to have no intention of even setting foot in Yikun Palace. He went straight to Yongshou Palace.

An Lingrong's slender finger was pierced by the needle tip, and a drop of bright red blood oozed out. She let out a soft cry and subconsciously put her finger into her mouth to suck it.

Seeing this, Yinzhen strode forward and grasped her injured finger, with a barely perceptible nervousness in his tone: "Why are you so careless?"

His fingertips gently rubbed her wound, his eyes full of heartache. An Lingrong was startled by his sudden action, and her cheeks instantly flushed. She wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong lowered her eyes, her heart beating like a drum, hitting her chest again and again.

Yinzhen's eyes fell on her shy face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile. He took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully bandaged her wound, his movements as gentle as treating a precious piece of porcelain.

"Did I scare you?"

"No...no." An Lingrong's voice was so thin that it was almost inaudible. She secretly raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of Yinzhen's focused expression, and a warm current surged in her heart.

An Lingrong subconsciously hid the dress behind her, the soft silk sliding across her fingertips like a frightened fish. It was a goose yellow nightgown embroidered with delicate twin lotus flowers, which she had sewn by herself, with her indescribable affection for Yinzhen. However, the embroidery on the nightgown was not an ordinary twin lotus flower, but... a pair of mandarin ducks entwined in love.

Yinzhen naturally noticed her actions. His deep gaze fell on her red earlobe, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Rong'er, what are you doing? Can't I bear to see the clothes you made?"

An Lingrong's cheeks became even redder, like a ripe apple, so beautiful and tempting.

She lowered her head and whispered softly, "Your Highness...I am just afraid that this dress is not well made and will offend the Emperor."

"Oh? Did it offend my eyes?" Yinzhen raised his eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Then I must take a good look at how you have polluted my eyes." As he said this, he reached out to take the clothes she hid behind her.

An Lingrong dodged quickly like a frightened deer, but did not dare to resist too much. She could only let him take the pajamas from her hands.

Yinzhen spread out his pajamas, the goose yellow silk flowed between his slender fingers, the mandarin ducks embroidered on it were lifelike, their postures were intimate, which made his eyes darken.

"The embroidery is really good." Yinzhen's tone was meaningful, his eyes moving across her face.

“It’s just this pattern…”

An Lingrong's heart was in her throat. She knew Yinzhen had seen through it. The mandarin duck on her nightgown was her bold confession, but also her cautious test. She twisted her fingers nervously, waiting for his verdict.

Yinzhen gently put her pajamas aside, then pulled her into his arms, his warm breath whispering in her ears with a low smile.

"I understand Rong'er's thoughts."

An Lingrong's body stiffened, then relaxed. She snuggled in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, a sweet warmth welling up in her heart.

"Your Majesty..." she called softly, with a hint of shyness and dependence in her voice.

Yinzhen stroked her long hair gently, with a hint of doting in his tone.

"I know what you want, and I will give it to you."

His words were like a reassurance, and An Lingrong's heart finally settled down. She raised her head, looked into his deep eyes, mustered up her courage, stood on tiptoes, and gently kissed his lips.

It was a gentle kiss, but full of affection, like a bud about to bloom, slowly blooming in the spring breeze.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yinzhen's eyes, and then he deepened the kiss and held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Yongshou Palace was filled with a sweet atmosphere. The moonlight from outside the window poured in, casting two intertwined figures on the ground.

At the same time, in Yikun Palace, Concubine Hua was like an ant on hot pot, feeling uneasy.

She waited and waited, but there was no sign of Yinzhen, and her anger grew stronger and stronger.