vrcanaries Chapter 417 Fit
Chapter 417 Fit
Night falls and candlelight flickers.
An Lingrong shed her elaborate and ornate palace attire of the day and donned a soft inner garment. The delicate fabric clung gently to her slender figure, perfectly outlining her petite yet well-proportioned form.
Shen Meizhuang, standing next to her, has a tall figure with graceful and smooth lines, forming a sharp and harmonious contrast with An Lingrong's petite figure.
She gently stroked An Lingrong's back, and through the thin fabric, a warm touch quietly passed through: "Rong'er!"
This call, wrapped in endless tenderness, gently fell on An Lingrong's heart.
She moved upwards a few times until she was shoulder to shoulder with Shen Meizhuang, then raised her head, eyes sparkling as she called softly, "Sister."
The flickering candlelight swayed gently in the room, and the warm yellow light gently fell on Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong, outlining a hazy golden edge for them.
The two of them lay side by side, their profiles reflected against each other in the candlelight, one gentle and dignified, the other charming and touching, just like a beautiful classical painting, quiet and poetic.
"We've known each other for so many years," Shen Meizhuang paused slightly, her eyes filled with emotion and reminiscence, as if she wanted to salvage every bit of these years from the depths of her memory. "I always thought I knew you well enough, whether it was your preferences or your temperament, I could guess most of them. But I didn't expect that you would always surprise and shock me. Take what you said to Caiyue today, for example. I really didn't expect your thoughts to be so clear and profound. The more I get to know you, the more I admire you."
An Lingrong shook her head: "Sister, I admire you more and more!"
"Oh why?"
"Whether it's my wild ideas or irrelevant words, you always accept them calmly and tolerate me without any bottom line."
An Lingrong pondered, coming from the open-minded and culturally diverse 21st century, the education and influence she received had long since ingrained a modern mindset. Yet, in this era of strict feudal ethics, her thoughts, words, and actions often unconsciously clashed with the world around her. She unconsciously applied modern thinking to certain matters.
But Shen Meizhuang, a woman who grew up under the influence of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues and feudal ethics, faced with these novel, bold and even somewhat "heretical" views, not only did not show the slightest doubt or rejection, but instead, in the little time they spent together day after day, she subtly understood and accepted these new concepts.
Although the two came from completely different worlds, one raised within the mold of feudal ethics, the other deeply influenced by modern thought, it was miraculous that their souls were able to highly align in this time and space. It was as if fate had deliberately brought them together to break those rigid boundaries.
An Lingrong looked into Shen Meiyu's eyes, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.
Looking back at the drama, she faced Concubine Hua's oppression without the slightest fear, daring to stand up straight and resist head-on; she disdains to fawn over the emperor's favor, always sticking to her original intention and not following the crowd. And now, her tolerance of her own thoughts has fully demonstrated her inherent rebellious spirit.
If Shen Meizhuang lived in the 21st century, with her extraordinary intelligence, courage and perseverance, as well as this rare spirit of resistance, she would surely be able to show her talents on the broad social stage, carve out a brilliant world of her own, become an independent and admirable woman, and leave her own unique mark in the tide of the times.
"Sister, I really want to take you away!"
Thinking about being able to return to the modern era, An Lingrong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She was afraid that she would never find such a close friend who could share weal and woe with her and understand her thoughts.
Shen Meizhuang was stunned: "Where are you going?"
An Lingrong buried her head deeply in Shen Meizhuang's warm embrace, her hands tightly grasping her sleeves: "Anywhere is fine, as long as I can be with my sister!"
Shen Meizhuang's heart felt like it was struck hard by something. She gently turned sideways and tightly embraced An Lingrong in her arms: "Okay!"
This word was said with absolute certainty.
A good night's sleep.
The next morning, it was early morning.
"Rong'er, get up!"
An Lingrong was still immersed in a sweet dream. When she heard the call, she struggled to open her sleepy eyes and asked in a voice thick with sleep, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Shen Meizhuang patiently explained, "It's time to pay your respects!"
Upon hearing this, An Lingrong closed her eyes again, mumbling in dissatisfaction, "What are you asking for? Isn't the Queen under house arrest?"
Shen Meizhuang looked at her lazy appearance, smiled helplessly, and reached out to pat her shoulder gently: "Now Huan'er is the Imperial Noble Consort. How we used to pay our respects to the Queen is how we should pay our respects to her now!"
"What!" An Lingrong woke up instantly and sat up straight, her eyes wide open, her face full of surprise. "From now on, I have to visit you every morning and evening on time?"
The thought of having to get up early every day to pay her respects to Zhen Huan gave her a headache.
"Yes!" Shen Meizhuang nodded and answered affirmatively.
An Lingrong rolled her eyes, secretly complaining in her heart. After a long while, she slowly said, "Sister, why don't you just ask Sister Zhen to resign!"
Although Shen Meizhuang didn't quite understand the meaning of "resignation", she guessed and almost understood that An Lingrong wanted Zhen Huan to give up the position of Imperial Noble Consort to avoid the trouble of paying respects.
She couldn't help but laugh and said, "You finally got her the position of Imperial Noble Consort, but now you don't want her to sit there just because you don't have to pay your respects?"
Upon hearing this, An Lingrong scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly, then wrapped the quilt tightly around her and said weakly, "I... I can't get up!"
"Then don't go today. Huan'er won't care about it anyway." Shen Meizhuang said, and got out of bed.
An Lingrong sighed, counted to three in her mind, sat up straight, and quickly jumped out of bed.
The whole action was done in one go without any drag.
Shen Meizhuang was stunned: "Didn't I tell you not to go?"
"Forget it. Sister Zhen has just become the Imperial Noble Consort. If I don't even support her, that would be too unreasonable! Juqing, quickly get me some water to wash my face. I'm about to fall asleep again!"