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Chapter 565 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 22

Just as Baojuan was puzzled, embarrassing sounds came from the hall, one louder than the other, accompanied by the creaking of the bed and the heavy breathing of the man. Baojuan's face became more and more uglier.

This voice is clearly the emperor's... But how could this happen? Shouldn't the queen...

Bao Juan was filled with doubts and confusion. She had clearly arranged everything, and An Lingrong had agreed to it, so why was it that now...

Could it be that the plan was exposed?

The more Baojuan thought about it, the more scared she became. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead. She didn't dare to think about it anymore and could only pray in her heart.

At this time, An Lingrong in the bedroom had already been immersed in the land of tenderness.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong panted softly, her slender arms tightly around Yinzhen's neck, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her.

Yinzhen was aroused by her charming appearance and his actions became more and more violent.

"Love..." An Lingrong murmured intermittently, with a confused look in her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Yinzhen paused slightly and looked down at the lovely girl under him.

An Lingrong's face flushed with shyness. She bit her lip and whispered softly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty wants to..."

"What are you thinking about?" Yinzhen's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of bewitching flavor.

An Lingrong raised her head and looked at him with her big watery eyes, which were full of desire and expectation: "I want to... want to give birth to a child for the emperor."

Yinzhen looked at An Lingrong's watery eyes and his heart tightened.

She is just a child, how can she bear such a thing? Thinking of this, he felt a surge of pity in his heart, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand.

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about?" Yinzhen gently scratched her nose, with a hint of doting in his tone.

"You are still young, there is no rush."

An Lingrong's heart trembled, and the light in her eyes dimmed a little.

She bit her lip and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, do you... despise me because of my humble origin?"

Yinzhen felt even more distressed when he saw her so pitiful. He held her in his arms and said softly, "How could I dislike you? I just can't bear to see you suffer so early."

"But, I..." An Lingrong wanted to say something, but Yinzhen gently pressed his finger against her lips.

"Okay, don't say anything." Yinzhen's eyes were full of tenderness.

"Don't you understand my intention? I want you to live a peaceful and happy life without worries."

An Lingrong snuggled in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, her heart gradually filled with emotion.

"There's no rush for the baby, let's take our time. Rong'er is still young, and getting pregnant too early won't be good for her health."

After hearing this, An Lingrong felt a little disappointed, but she nodded obediently and said softly, "I will obey the emperor."

After saying that, she gently leaned her head on Yinzhen's chest, feeling his warm body temperature.

Yinzhen gently stroked An Lingrong's cascading hair, his eyes full of doting. How could he not know An Lingrong's thoughts? In the harem, which woman did not want to give birth to a prince, and be honored by having a son?

But she was still young and weak, and he really couldn't bear to let her suffer the pain of childbirth too early.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing that Yinzhen remained silent, An Lingrong became even more uneasy. She gently grasped Yinzhen's fingers, her voice as soft as a mosquito.

"Is there something I did wrong?"

Yinzhen came back to his senses and looked at her big watery eyes filled with tears. His heart softened and he held her in his arms.

"Silly boy, what are you thinking about? I love you so much, how could I dislike you?"

"But...but Noble Fucha is already pregnant...she is the same age as me..." An Lingrong's voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

"Rong'er, listen to me!" Yinzhen held up An Lingrong's tearful face and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with heartache.

"Since that night with you... I have never summoned other concubines. Don't you understand my heart?"

An Lingrong was shocked when she heard this. She looked up at Yinzhen, tears welling up in her eyes, but also a glimmer of surprise. "Your Majesty, are you serious?" Her voice trembled with a hint of disbelief.

Yinzhen smiled gently and pinched her cheek lightly.

"How could I lie to you? You are the only one in my heart."

An Lingrong burst into laughter and shyly buried her head in Yinzhen's chest. She thought that she was born in a humble family and was just a drop in the ocean in the harem, but she didn't expect that Yinzhen cherished her so much. This unique love made her feel extremely happy and safe.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong's voice was soft and a little coquettish: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is just worried..."

"What are you worried about?" Yinzhen asked softly, stroking her hair.

An Lingrong raised her head and looked at him with her big watery eyes, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

"I am worried...I am worried that the emperor is just...temporarily interested..."

Yinzhen looked at her cautious appearance, and his heart was filled with love. He hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear: "Silly girl, how can I express my feelings for you in just a few words? I will use my whole life to prove that my love for you will last until death."

An Lingrong's face was filled with a brilliant smile, like a blooming peony, so beautiful that it was tempting to shed tears. She took the initiative to put her arms around Yinzhen's neck and kissed him gently on the lips.

"I believe in Your Majesty."

"Don't worry, Rong'er. That's why Noble Lady Fucha... made Rong'er pregnant before she slept with him." When Yinzhen said this, there was a hint of unnaturalness in his tone, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

He held An Lingrong's hand, placed it in his palm and rubbed it gently, as if to soothe the uneasiness in her heart.

An Lingrong nestled in his arms, feeling the warmth of his palms, but a ripple appeared in her heart. She knew that the emperor's favor was like flowing water, and the oath made today might become a bubble tomorrow.

But she didn't want to think about those things. At this moment, she just wanted to indulge in this gentle place and enjoy this moment of tranquility and sweetness.

The atmosphere in Jingren Palace was so oppressive that it was suffocating. Empress Yixiu sat on the phoenix chair, her face terribly gloomy.

Baojuan knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to breathe.

"Waste! Everything I carefully planned was destroyed by you!" Empress Yixiu suddenly threw the teacup in her hand to the ground, and the fragments flew everywhere. The tea spilled on Baojuan's clothes, but it was not even one-tenth of the fear in her heart.

"Your Majesty, please calm down..." Baojuan said in a trembling voice, but she did not dare to look up at Yixiu.

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?" Yixiu laughed in anger, pointed at Baojuan's nose and cursed: "That vixen An Lingrong is in the emperor's favor now, and the emperor listens to her every word. How can you not handle such a small matter!"