PDLP Chapter 162 Hairpin
Chapter 162 Hairpin
In the courtyard of the Yanxi Palace, An Lingrong stood there quietly, staring at the direction of the East Side Hall.
Noble Lady Fucha was sitting in her room, observing the goings-on in the courtyard through the window. Upon seeing An Lingrong, a sarcastic smile played across her lips, and she slowly walked to the door, holding onto the hand of her maid.
"Oh, who was it? It turns out to be Noble Lady Wen." Noble Lady Fucha said sarcastically, "I heard that the emperor went to Yonghe Palace today. Why didn't you accompany him?"
These words were clearly provocative.
An Lingrong's voice was gentle and calm as she replied calmly, "Noble Lady Fucha is doing well!"
She didn't want to get entangled with Noble Lady Fucha, so she prepared to turn around and return to the west side hall.
"Don't go!" Noble Lady Fucha didn't want to let her go like this, and quickly came to her side. "What's wrong? I heard that your west side hall is decorated very gorgeously. Don't you want to invite me to sit down?"
"It's getting late today. I'll treat you to tea someday when I'm free!"
"Oh, you're really good at climbing the social ladder! Now that Concubine Hui is in charge of the six palaces and holds great power, you're also trying to rise to the top. The Yanxi Palace is too small to accommodate a giant like you, so why not move to the Yonghe Palace?"
An Lingrong watched her haughty attitude, anger rising in her heart. She sneered and said, "Noble Lady Fucha, we are both noble ladies now, and I have a title, so according to the rules I am half a level higher than you. Are you sure you want to talk like that?"
These words instantly infuriated Noble Lady Fucha. She opened her eyes wide, glared at An Lingrong fiercely, and sternly said, "Half a grade higher? I'm of noble birth, and what about you? A pauper, not even worthy of carrying my shoes. I saw your mother the other day, and it's true what mothers teach their daughters to be, both petty and shrewd..."
"Enough!" An Lingrong's voice was low, her face was ashen, and her eyes were fixed on Noble Lady Fucha. There was a glint of anger in her eyes, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time.
The harsh look on Noble Lady Fucha's face became increasingly apparent, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of bullying others, especially seeing An Lingrong's angry expression, which filled her heart with pleasure.
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
An Lingrong clenched her teeth tightly, making a clattering sound. The veins on her forehead bulged like earthworms, as if ready to burst at any moment. Her hands, hanging at her sides, were pinched so hard that the knuckles turned white, and her nails dug deep into her palms.
Her mother had always been the softest and most cherished person in her heart, but now someone dared to use this to provoke her, which undoubtedly touched the most sensitive nerve in her heart. Since the other party was so ungrateful, it was no wonder that she was being rude!
An Lingrong suddenly suppressed her anger and asked with a smile, "Do you still remember Ma Yong?"
Noble Lady Fucha was stunned for a moment, then she realized who she was talking about, "What do you mean?"
An Lingrong deliberately kept the secret a secret: "Ma Yong was sentenced to death in the autumn, and now he has only a few months to live. Seeing that no one would save him, he changed his confession. Do you want to know?"
"Hurry up and tell me!" Noble Lady Fucha was a little anxious, and her face no longer had the arrogant look she had just now.
An Lingrong continued, "Even if Ma Yong has a grudge against the Fucha family, would he be so foolish as to murder the royal heir? This is a crime that could lead to genocide! If he wants revenge, you Fucha family have plenty of married daughters to help you!"
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Ma Yong said that everything he did was instructed by his master. You should know who his master is, right?"
Well, this is what she made up, Ma Yong did not change his confession!
Noble Lady Fucha suddenly had an idea: "It's Xia Wei!"
"Yes! He is Xia Dongchun's father!"
As soon as these words came out, Noble Lady Fucha immediately turned her gaze towards the East Side Hall and murmured, "Why did she want to harm me? I have no grudge against her!"
An Lingrong sneered, "Right! Why would she want to harm you? She has the Empress as her backer, who went to great lengths to get her out of the cold palace and helped her win the Emperor's favor. Why do you think she would want to harm you?"
Regardless of the petrified Noble Lady Fucha, An Lingrong continued, "If you really want to know, go ask her!"
After An Lingrong finished speaking, she turned around, took two steps, and then stopped again. She returned to Noble Lady Fucha's side, took off a red gold Hehe Ruyi hairpin from her head, and handed it to Noble Lady Fucha. "I think your hairpin doesn't match your clothes. This hairpin is new and I'm giving it to you, sister. But the end of this hairpin is sharp, so be careful, sister. It would be terrible if it hurts anyone!"
After saying this, without caring about Noble Lady Fucha's expression, he helped her put it on her hair and then slowly left.
After a moment, Noble Lady Fucha came to her senses and walked angrily towards the east side hall.
An Lingrong looked at her expression and knew that there would be another good show today, but she was no longer in the mood to watch it.
She raised her head and stared into the distance with empty eyes. She felt exhausted both physically and mentally, as if all her strength had been drained away. At this moment, she just wanted to find a safe and warm place to rest.
She turned and walked out, each step seeming extremely heavy. Seeing this, Liu Zhu hurried forward to support her and asked with concern: "My lady, what's wrong with you? Where are you going so late?"
Liu Zhu accompanied An Lingrong throughout the day. She knew everything that happened clearly, and her admiration for An Lingrong increased even more.
An Lingrong shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine, just a little tired. By the way, Liuzhu, is the Emperor staying at Yonghe Palace tonight?"
Liu Zhu replied, "Yes!"
The master and servant left the Yanx Palace and walked along the long palace road. They had no purpose, no idea of time, and just walked mechanically.
The Forbidden City, shrouded in night, has lost the hustle and bustle of the day and appears exceptionally peaceful. The boundless darkness seems to conceal all the conspiracies and intrigues in the city.
The high moon couldn't bear to see the two of them alone, so it sent its shadow to follow closely behind them, giving them a little warm companionship.
Seeing her tired face and somewhat swaying figure, Liu Zhu suggested, "Young Master, why don't you go to Suiyu Pavilion to rest?"
"it is good!"
When they arrived at Suiyuxuan, the door was locked. Liuzhu knocked on the door and saw Zhen Huan lying down in the bedroom. She sat up quickly after hearing the report.
An Lingrong came into the bedroom, looked at Zhen Huan, and without saying a word, let Liu Zhu help her remove her makeup and change her clothes, and then she lay down next to Zhen Huan.
Zhen Huan keenly noticed that her mood was a little off, and without asking any more questions, she put her arm into her arms and asked, "Are you tired?"
An Lingrong nodded.
"have a good rest!"
An Lingrong nodded again.