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Chapter 600 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 57

The imperial doctors were busy giving An Lingrong acupuncture and medicine. Yinzhen stayed by her bedside, waiting anxiously.

As time went by, An Lingrong's face gradually regained some color. Yinzhen finally felt relieved. He gently stroked her cheek and said softly, "Rong'er, you scared me to death."

An Lingrong smiled weakly and said softly, "I'm fine now. I'm sorry to have made Your Majesty worried."

"Who is it? Who wants to harm you?" There was still a hint of anger in Yinzhen's voice.

An Lingrong shook her head. She didn't know who it was. In the harem, she had always been low-key and cautious, never making enemies with anyone. She really couldn't think of who would be so cruel to want to harm her and her unborn child.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to pursue the matter anymore. I just hope that the child is safe." An Lingrong said softly.

Yinzhen felt even more distressed when he saw her frail appearance. He understood what she meant, she didn't want to cause trouble, she just wanted to spend her pregnancy peacefully.

"Okay, I promise you." Yinzhen said softly, "But I will definitely find out who is behind this and will not show any mercy!"

In the following days, Yinzhen strengthened the guards in the harem and sent people to secretly investigate the matter. Everyone in the harem was worried that they would be the next to suffer.

All clues pointed to Yu Ying'er. Yinzhen sent people to investigate secretly and learned from the palace maids and eunuchs around Yu Ying'er that she had purchased safflower privately.

Su Peisheng came to Yu Ying'er's residence with a team of guards with a stern look. At that time, Yu Ying'er was humming a little song and drawing her eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror, completely unaware of the danger coming.

"I agree. The emperor summons you to the Yangxin Palace for questioning." Su Peisheng's voice was emotionless, but it sounded like thunder to Yu Ying'er. The thing in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and her face turned pale in an instant.

"Father-in-law, but...but what happened?" Yu Ying'er pretended to be calm, but her voice trembled slightly.

Su Peisheng glanced at her coldly and said, "You'll know when you get there."

The atmosphere in the Yangxin Palace was so solemn that it was suffocating. Yinzhen sat on the dragon throne, his face terribly gloomy, his eyes flashing with cold light. An Lingrong leaned weakly in his arms, her face pale, tears in her eyes.

When Yu Ying'er was brought in, her legs were weak and she could hardly stand. She knelt on the ground, trembling, and did not dare to look up at Yinzhen.

"Yu Ying'er, do you know your crime?" Yinzhen's voice was cold, like a judgment from hell.

"Your Majesty...I don't know..." Yu Ying'er's voice trembled violently, and her heart was filled with fear.

"I don't know?" Yinzhen sneered.

"Someone mixed safflower into Concubine Li's pregnancy-preserving medicine. Do you know what safflower means to pregnant women?"

Yu Ying'er trembled all over and her face turned even paler. She certainly knew the harm of safflower to pregnant women. It was a deadly poison!

"Your Majesty, I am innocent! I have never done such a thing!" Yu Ying'er cried and kowtowed desperately. Her forehead was soon broken and blood flowed down her cheeks.

"Unfair?" Yinzhen took a package wrapped in oil paper from Su Peisheng and threw it in front of Yu Ying'er: "What is this?"

Yu Ying'er trembled as she opened the oil-paper package, revealing some dried red flowers. Her face instantly turned pale, like ashes.

"This...this..." Yu Ying'er was speechless and couldn't say anything.

"This was found in your room. What else do you have to say?" Yinzhen's voice was cold and ruthless, like a sharp blade piercing Yu Ying'er's heart.

Yu Ying'er collapsed on the ground, feeling powerless. She knew she was finished.

“Your Majesty, I was just confused for a moment…” Yu Ying’er cried and begged for mercy: “Please spare my life, Your Majesty!”

Yinzhen looked at her without a trace of pity in his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice: "Come here, banish Yu Ying'er to the cold palace and never let her take a single step out of it for the rest of her life!"

Yu Ying'er collapsed on the ground, like a puddle of mud, tears and snot all over her face, her makeup was smudged, she looked funny and embarrassed. She sobbed and spoke intermittently, her voice was weak and mosquito-like: "Your Majesty...I...I was confused for a moment, and was...instructed by someone..."

Yinzhen's eyebrows were almost twisted together, and he glanced at her fiercely: "Who ordered you to do this?"

Yu Ying'er hesitated for a moment, secretly glanced up at An Lingrong, then quickly lowered her head, as if she had made a great decision, and said in a tearful voice: "It's... it's Zhen Huan! She gave this concubine a packet of medicine powder."

The palace was suddenly silent, and even a pin drop could be heard clearly. An Lingrong looked up suddenly, looking at Yu Ying'er in disbelief, her eyes full of shock and confusion. Yinzhen's face became even gloomier, and he hugged An Lingrong tightly, as if to give her strength.

An Lingrong's frail body trembled slightly, as if she was frightened by this sudden accusation. She raised her watery eyes and looked at Yinzhen in disbelief, and said, "Your Majesty...I...why did she want to harm me and the baby in my belly?"

As she spoke, tears rolled down her face like pearls from a broken string, making her look even more pitiful.

Yinzhen's deep eyes wandered back and forth between An Lingrong and Yu Ying'er. He pursed his thin lips tightly, exuding a chilling imperial aura. The palace was terribly silent, with only the subtle sobs of An Lingrong and the heavy breathing of Yu Ying'er intertwined.

Yinzhen took a deep breath and hugged An Lingrong tighter. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his deep eyes, and a deep voice rang in An Lingrong's ears: "Don't be afraid, Rong'er, I will protect you."

An Lingrong buried her head in Yinzhen's chest, her tears soaking his dragon robe, her delicate body trembling slightly, looking weak and helpless, and pitiful. She sobbed softly, like a frightened little rabbit, making people feel pity.

"Su Peisheng," Yinzhen's voice returned to its usual coldness, "drag Yu Ying'er away and beat her to death." He paused, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"As for Zhen..." He said in a cold tone.

"Since she is so vicious, let her and her family disappear together."

Su Peisheng took the order and left, leaving only Yinzhen and An Lingrong in the palace. Yinzhen gently stroked An Lingrong's back and said softly, "Rong'er, I know you have been wronged. In the future, I will definitely compensate you."

An Lingrong raised her head from Yinzhen's arms, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and said softly: "I thank the emperor for his great grace. I have nothing else to ask for, but I wish the emperor good health."