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Chapter 576 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 33

How she wished to see Mei Zhuang's gentle smile again and hear her call her "Huan'er" again.

Zhen Huan was so anxious that she almost shouted, "Huanbi! Go and ask Sister Mei to come over and tell her that I have something important to discuss with you!"

Huanbi was startled by Zhen Huan's anxiety and quickly retreated. Zhen Huan paced back and forth in the room, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She urgently needed someone to talk to, and Mei Zhuang was the only person she could think of at the moment.

Huanbi trotted all the way to Cunju Hall and explained her purpose to Meizhuang's personal maid Caiyue. Meizhuang heard that Zhen Huan had something urgent to ask her, so she didn't dare to neglect it and immediately changed her clothes and went to Suiyuxuan.

When Mei Zhuang stepped into the Sui Yu Pavilion, she saw Zhen Huan standing by the window, her back lonely. She called out softly, "Huan'er."

Zhen Huan turned around when she heard the voice, her eyes slightly red. When she saw Mei Zhuang, she seemed to have found her backbone. She quickly stepped forward and took Mei Zhuang's hand: "Sister Mei, you are here!"

Mei Zhuang held Zhen Huan's hand and asked with concern, "Huan'er, what happened? You are so flustered."

Zhen Huan couldn't believe her eyes. She blinked hard, and blinked again. Mei Zhuang was still standing in front of her, wearing a lilac palace dress, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, gentle and quiet, as if she was walking out from the depths of her memory.

"Sister Mei..." Zhen Huan called out again with a trembling voice, tears welling up in her eyes and blurring her vision.

She suddenly threw herself into Mei Zhuang's arms and hugged her tightly, as if she wanted to rub her into her own bones and blood.

"Is it really you? Sister Mei, I... I am not dreaming, am I?"

Mei Zhuang was knocked back slightly by Zhen Huan's sudden hug, but she quickly steadied herself, gently patted Zhen Huan's back, and said softly, "Huan'er, it's me, it's really me. What's wrong with you?"

Zhen Huan's crying gradually subsided, but she still held Mei Zhuang tightly, as if Mei Zhuang would disappear if she let go. She greedily breathed in the familiar orchid fragrance from Mei Zhuang, feeling the warmth that she had lost and regained, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"Sister Mei, I thought... I thought I would never see you again..." Zhen Huan choked up, her voice intermittent. The scene of Mei Zhuang's death in childbirth in her previous life was like a nightmare, replaying over and over in her mind, making her feel miserable.

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? What's wrong with you? Why are you crying so sadly?" She felt Zhen Huan trembling, and her doubts grew even more intense. What on earth had happened to make the usually strong Zhen Huan lose her composure like this?

Zhen Huan gradually stopped crying, but she still hugged Mei Zhuang tightly, unwilling to let go. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Zhen Huan's throat seemed to be blocked by something. How could she tell Mei Zhuang about such an incredible thing as rebirth? Besides, even if she told her, would Mei Zhuang believe it? Would she think she was crazy?

"Sister Mei, I...I..." Zhen Huan hesitated but could not say the words.

Mei Zhuang was even more confused when she saw Zhen Huan was so hesitant. She gently wiped away the tears on Zhen Huan's face and asked softly, "Huan'er, what happened? Tell me, don't keep it in your heart."

Zhen Huan felt even more distressed when she saw Mei Zhuang's gentle and caring eyes. Mei Zhuang had died tragically in her previous life, and it was a great blessing for her to see her again in this life. She could not let Mei Zhuang suffer any harm again.

"Sister Mei, I just... just had a nightmare. I dreamed of you... you..." Zhen Huan choked up, and ultimately did not have the courage to tell the truth.

Mei Zhuang held Zhen Huan in her arms, patted her back gently, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, Huan'er, it's all over, it's just a nightmare."

Zhen Huan leaned on Mei Zhuang's shoulder, feeling the warmth she had lost and regained, with mixed feelings in her heart. She hugged Mei Zhuang tightly, fearing that if she let go, all this would be just a dream.

"Sister Mei, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will be fine, okay?" Zhen Huan raised her head with a pleading look in her eyes.

Mei Zhuang was somewhat overwhelmed by Zhen Huan's sudden request, but she still nodded gently: "Okay, I promise you, Huan'er."

Zhen Huan was relieved at this moment. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She had to adapt to her current life as soon as possible and find a way to protect Mei Zhuang to avoid the tragedy of her previous life from happening again.

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An Lingrong's slender fingers gently touched the blooming peony, the petals were delicate and beautiful, just like her complicated mood at the moment. She secretly raised her eyes to look at Yinzhen, who was concentrating on reviewing the memorials, with a trace of fatigue between his brows.

Today's Zhen Huan is really a little weird.

"Your Majesty, I have made some new incense. Would you like to smell it?" An Lingrong called softly, trying to break the slightly depressing atmosphere.

Yinzhen put down the red brush in his hand and looked at An Lingrong, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "Oh? What's that fragrance?"

An Lingrong stood up, walked slowly to Yinzhen's side, and handed him a small and exquisite sachet: "I named it 'Anxin', I hope that the emperor can feel at ease and relieved after smelling it."

Yinzhen took the sachet, put it to his nose and sniffed it. A faint and elegant fragrance slowly drifted away, refreshing his heart.

"It smells really good. Lingrong's cooking skills are getting more and more sophisticated." He looked at An Lingrong with admiration, with a smile in his eyes.

An Lingrong's face also showed a faint blush, and she whispered: "I just want to share the emperor's worries."

"I know that Rong'er's gentleness and thoughtfulness are my greatest comfort." Yinzhen took An Lingrong into his arms and gently stroked her hair.

The two of them hugged each other quietly, enjoying this moment of tranquility. However, Zhen Huan's abnormal behavior always lingered in An Lingrong's mind and could not be shaken off.

"Your Majesty, do you think Wan Chang is acting strangely today?"

An Lingrong's voice was gentle, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a ripple in Yinzhen's heart. He frowned slightly and held An Lingrong's hand tighter.

"Rong'er also noticed it?"

Although Yinzhen had few interactions with Zhen Huan, after the last incident, he had some understanding of her. She was indeed abnormal today.

An Lingrong nodded gently, snuggled in Yinzhen's arms, and felt the warmth coming from him.

"I saw Wan Changzai behaving strangely in the Imperial Garden today. It seemed... as if she had experienced something big."

Yinzhen pondered for a moment, and the image of Zhen Huan's distraught appearance today emerged in his mind. Her crying, her panic, her hesitation to speak, were all completely different from her in the past.

"I noticed that, too. She was indeed a little abnormal today."