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Chapter 370: Guar Jia Wen Yuan 54

Shen Meizhuang nodded and watched Wen Shichu leave. She knew that she had made the right bet, and Wen Shichu's feelings for Zhen Huan were the best weapon for her to take revenge on Guarjia Wenyuan.

After returning, Wen Shichu felt uneasy.

Shen Meizhuang's words kept echoing in his mind, and he felt mixed emotions.

After Wen Shichu left, a glimmer of hope ignited in Shen Meizhuang's heart.

She knew that it would be a pipe dream for Wen Shichu, an imperial physician alone, to overthrow the favored Guaerjia clan.

However, if she could take advantage of Wen Shichu's "old feelings" for Zhen Huan and win over some concubines in the harem who have grudges against the Guaerjia clan, she might be able to deal her a fatal blow.

At this time, Guarjia Wenyuan, who was regarded as a thorn in their side, was sitting in the Qinzheng Hall, playing with the round fan in his hand out of boredom.

"Your Majesty, please let me go back. This Qinzheng Hall is where government affairs are handled. It is really not appropriate for me to be here." Wen Yuan sat next to Yinzhen and said in a soft voice.

Trying to make him change his mind. Yinzhen put down the memorial in his hand and scratched her nose lovingly: "What's inappropriate? I think you are very suitable." As he said that, he hugged Wen Yuan into his arms.

"I will handle government affairs, and you will accompany me. This is good."

"Your Majesty, look at this ceiling. Does it look like a huge mooncake?" Wen Yuan suddenly said, holding her chin.

Yinzhen said without even looking up: "I think Yuan'er is like the red bean paste in mooncakes, very sweet."

Wen Yuan didn't get angry after hearing this. Instead, she smiled and came over to gently poke Yinzhen's cheek: "Your Majesty, are you tired of me?"

Yinzhen grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, saying with some helplessness: "I am reviewing memorials, but you only think about eating. You are such a greedy little cat."

Wen Yuan leaned into his arms and said coquettishly, "Isn't this because I'm worried that Your Majesty is tired? Your Majesty, look at this hour, and you haven't rested yet. I feel so distressed when I see you like this."

Yinzhen was amused by her innocent look. He put down the memorial in his hand and hugged her tighter: "You only know how to make me happy."

Wen Yuan rolled her eyes and took the opportunity to suggest, "Since Your Majesty is tired, why don't I accompany Your Majesty for a walk? Although the Old Summer Palace is large, it would be boring to stay in the house all day."

Yinzhen thought about it and nodded in agreement.

The two walked out of the Qinzheng Hall hand in hand and strolled in the Old Summer Palace. The setting sun made their figures look particularly slender.

Wen Yuan took Yin Zhen for a walk in the Imperial Garden. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the lake, and the ripples sparkled, setting off Wen Yuan's beautiful face. Her slightly bulging belly added a bit of maternal radiance.

"Your Majesty, look at the koi in the lake, they are swimming so happily." Wen Yuan said in a tender voice, pointing at the colorful fish in the lake.

Yinzhen looked down at her, his eyes full of doting: "You, now that you are pregnant, look more like a child."

Wen Yuan glanced at him coquettishly: "How do I look like a child?"

"I think you are more greedy than a child." Yinzhen couldn't help laughing when he remembered that she was in the Qinzheng Hall just now, saying that she was afraid of being tired, but she was staring at the snacks sent from the kitchen.

Wen Yuan was not annoyed when his thoughts were exposed. Instead, she hugged his arm with a smile and said coquettishly, "Isn't it that the child in my belly is greedy? Your Majesty, you must reward me and the child well."

Yinzhen smiled and shook his head. This little devil, now that she is pregnant, her ability to act like a spoiled child has improved.

Just as the two were in love, a fragrant breeze came from not far away, and a delicate voice sounded: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health."

Wen Yuan looked up and saw a woman in light green palace dress walking towards her gracefully. Her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting and she was very charming. Who else could it be but An Da Ying?

Hmm? Why does this scene look so familiar?

I heard that this An Da Ying always followed Zhen Huan's orders, and it was she who indirectly killed Zhen Huan.

Now that I'm pregnant with the dragon's seed, she still dares to come close to me. I'm afraid she wants to make trouble for me.

An Lingrong walked up to Yinzhen, bowed gracefully, her eyes full of charm.

Yinzhen responded calmly: "Get up."

An Lingrong stood up, her eyes intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over Wen Yuan's bulging belly, her tone was somewhat tentative: "The Imperial Noble Consort is pregnant now, you must take good care of yourself. There are many people in the harem who are looking forward to giving birth to a son for the Emperor."

How could Wen Yuan not hear the sarcasm in her words? Was she hinting at her being spoiled and arrogant, and not taking other concubines seriously?

When did the cowardly An Lingrong dare to speak to her like this?

She sneered and was about to fight back, but Yinzhen beat her to the punch.

"I will naturally protect my child, so you don't have to worry about it." Yinzhen's tone was cold, without a trace of warmth.

An Lingrong's face froze. She didn't expect Yinzhen to be so disrespectful to her in front of Wen Yuan. She felt ashamed and annoyed, but didn't dare to say anything. She could only lower her head and hide the anger in her eyes.

Yinzhen glanced at An Lingrong coldly, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

An Lingrong's face became even more embarrassed. She bit her lip, her eyes slightly reddened, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Wen Yuan couldn't stand her innocent look the most. She was obviously scheming, but she pretended to be weak and innocent to win the sympathy of men.

Of course, she is like that too, but aren’t people just double-standard?

"Hey, sister, what's wrong? But what did I say wrong?" Wen Yuan deliberately pretended to be surprised, but there was undisguised sarcasm in her tone.

An Lingrong trembled. She didn't expect Wen Yuan to provoke her so directly. She felt angry and scared.

"I dare not, I just..." An Lingrong hesitated and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Just what? You just can't bear to see me having an easy life?" Wen Yuan pressed on step by step, not giving her any chance to breathe.

An Lingrong's face turned pale. She opened her mouth and wanted to explain herself, but found that she had no way to start.

"My sister has a beautiful appearance and a charming singing voice, and is deeply loved by the emperor. I also hope that my sister can give birth to a son for the emperor as soon as possible." Wen Yuan smiled with her hands covering her mouth, her tone full of sarcasm.

An Lingrong's face turned pale. She hated it most when people called her a diva.

She suppressed her anger and said softly, "Your Highness, you are joking. How dare I, a humble concubine, compare myself with you?"

"Sister, you are too modest. Your singing voice is like the sound of nature. I am ashamed of myself."

An Lingrong secretly resented that the Imperial Concubine was clearly humiliating her!