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Chapter 577 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 34

"I am worried that Concubine Wan may have encountered some difficulties, but she seems unwilling to talk to anyone." There was a hint of worry in An Lingrong's tone, as well as a subtle hint of temptation.

Yinzhen stroked An Lingrong's smooth hair, with a complex light flashing in his eyes. He knew that the harem was full of twists and turns, and Zhen Huan's abnormal behavior might not be as simple as it seemed.

"Don't worry, Rong'er. I will send someone to investigate secretly."

He paused, and then said, "But the hearts of people in the harem are hard to predict. Rong'er should also be more careful and don't trust others easily."

"Your Majesty, I only want to be the one and only confidant in your heart." An Lingrong raised her head and looked at Yinzhen pitifully with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Yinzhen was touched by her tender eyes, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart. He bent down and kissed An Lingrong's forehead, and said softly: "Rong'er will always be the most special woman in my heart."

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The bedroom was dimly lit and filled with a faint sandalwood scent. Zhen Huan was leaning on the couch, her brows furrowed, and a handkerchief tightly clenched in her hand. The handkerchief was already wrinkled, showing her inner irritability.

Jing Xi hurried over with a barely perceptible look of joy on her face, and leaned over to whisper something in Zhen Huan's ear.

Zhen Huan's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up, like twinkling stars in the night sky. "Really? The Seventeenth Master will enter the palace in three days?" She confirmed eagerly, with a tremor in her voice.

Jin Xi nodded affirmatively: "I heard it with my own ears, it is absolutely true."

Zhen Huan finally showed a long-lost smile on her face, like a flower that had been budding and finally blooming. She stood up and walked to the window, opened it, let the breeze brush across her cheeks, and took a deep breath, as if to sweep away all the boredom.

"Yunli, I'm back..." Zhen Huan repeated in a low voice, as if these four words contained great magic power that could pull her out of the abyss of despair.

In three days, just three days, she will be able to see the lover she has been thinking about day and night. The coldness and severity of the harem, the intrigues of competing for favor, will all melt away under Yunli's gentle gaze.

She walked to her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror carefully. She looked much more haggard during this period of time, and the dark circles under her eyes could not be covered up no matter what she did.

Yunli, will he feel bad? Thinking of this, Zhen Huan's mouth curled up unconsciously into a faint smile. She wanted to show her best side to Yunli, to let him know that even in this cannibalistic harem, she still kept the original innocence and beauty for him.

She opened the rouge box, carefully selected a touch of delicate peach red, lightly dotted it on her lips, and used a fine brush to draw willow-leaf eyebrows, making her originally dull eyes glow again.

"My lady, you look so good today, as if you have become a different person." Jin Xi exclaimed sincerely as she looked at Zhen Huan's radiant appearance.

"Really?" Zhen Huan smiled sweetly at the mirror, her eyes full of unconcealable joy.

Before daybreak, Zhen Huan had finished dressing up, feeling extremely excited. She quietly left the bedroom and walked along the palace path towards the Imperial Garden.

There is a secluded path deep in the Imperial Garden. That is the only way for Yunli to enter the palace to pay his respects to the Queen Mother. Zhen Huan came here early and waited for him quietly behind the flowers.

From a distance, Yunli was seen walking slowly towards them in a green robe.

His features were clear and gentle, just as Zhen Huan remembered. Zhen Huan held her breath, as if even the air around her had become thinner.

As Yunli approached, Zhen Huan's heartbeat quickened, almost jumping out of her chest. But Yunli's eyes just glanced at her and then moved away, as if she was just an inconspicuous plant that did not attract his attention at all.

Zhen Huan was stunned, and a sense of inexplicable loss surged in her heart. Didn't he remember her?

Zhen Huan's heart sank, as if she had fallen into an ice hole. Yun Li's gaze was so strange and cold, as if they had never met before.

Her carefully dressed face and her expectant mood became a joke at this moment.

"Seventeenth Master..." Zhen Huan couldn't help but speak, her voice as faint as the flapping of mosquito wings.

Yunli stopped and turned his head slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"My young lady, is there something you want to talk to me about?" His voice was as gentle as jade, but with a kind of distant courtesy.

Zhen Huan's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a word. She wanted to tell him that she was Huan Huan, the Huan Er he had been thinking about, but looking at those strange eyes, all her courage disappeared.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Yunli nodded slightly and prepared to move on.

"Wait!" Zhen Huan finally plucked up the courage and called out to him.

Yun Li stopped again and looked at her patiently. "What else do you want, young lady?"

Zhen Huan took a deep breath, tried to control her trembling voice, and asked, "Seventeenth Master, you... don't remember me?"

Yunli's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to recall something.

"My lord, please forgive my stupidity, but do we... know each other?"

Zhen Huan's heart was completely cold. He really didn't remember her.

Tears blurred her vision, she could no longer hold on, her body was about to fall. Yun Li saw this and quickly reached out to support her.

"My lord, are you okay?" There was a hint of concern in his tone, but it was more of a polite inquiry.

Zhen Huan leaned in his arms, her tears soaking his collar. She tightly grasped his sleeves, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Yunli..." She murmured his name, her voice full of despair and helplessness.

Yunli's body stiffened slightly. He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to push Zhen Huan away, but he was concerned about the relationship between men and women, so he could only stand there stiffly. This name, so intimate, made him feel very uncomfortable.

He didn't know the tearful woman in front of him, why did she call him like that?

"My lady, you've got the wrong person." Yunli gently pushed Zhen Huan away, his tone still gentle, but with a hint of unquestionable firmness.

Zhen Huan staggered back a few steps, watching him turn and leave, his figure gradually disappearing in the morning mist. She could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears.

The morning mist gradually dissipated, and the imperial garden was filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, but it could not at all comfort Zhen Huan's broken heart.

She collapsed on the ground helplessly, her clothes soaked with tears, her makeup was smudged, and she looked disheveled.

In the darkness, a pair of sharp eyes took it all in.

The owner of these eyes is the secret guard sent by the Emperor to monitor Zhen Huan.

He watched Zhen Huan cry with cold eyes, without a single wave of emotion in his heart. Which of the women in the harem is not a drama queen? He had seen many crying and sobbing tricks.