After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

At that time, he was pushed into the lake by Xie Yunji. After the onlookers had dispersed, he went to the rockery to change his wet cloak first.

"Are you a god?"

"Your white hair is so beautiful."

Xie Tan looked around but didn't see anyone. He was very unhappy because people often made fun of him about the color of his hair.

"Hey, I'm here." A voice came from above.

This was the first time he met Song Nihuan. When he looked up, he saw her on the top of the rockery. Her pair of dark and clear eyes were filled with envy and surprise, and she praised his hair color from the bottom of her heart.

With such sincere praise, he could no longer keep a straight face.

Just like now, he didn't even notice a smile creeping up to the corner of Xie Tan's lips.

Saint Feng Mian looked at him, and she suddenly felt the tenderness and...unspeakable sadness in his heart at that moment.

Feng Mian's eyes became sharp, he quickly stood up and took a few steps back, a strong murderous aura filled the air. The guard who had just been standing behind Xie Tan with his hands hanging down suddenly jumped up, and a sharp blade came through the wind.

Xie Tan was prepared for such a sudden attack because of his intuition of countless brushes with death on the battlefield, but he did not hide and allowed the Zhen tribe member to put the dagger on his neck.

The man disguised as a guard raised his face. He had a typical Hu appearance, with high brow bones, casting a deep shadow. His eyes were firm, and he threw down a stack of guard clothes. "Saint, you go first!"

Feng Mian looked at the general in front of him hesitantly, but saw that there was nothing unusual on his face. He just lowered his long eyelashes and looked at them calmly.

This man has become notorious in the North in recent years. He is the kind of person who can make the whole North tremble if he stomps his feet.

Will he just surrender like this?

The man was very anxious when he saw that the Saint was still not leaving. "Hurry up, I'll stop him! Everyone outside is busy making a fire right now. Saint, it's your best chance to leave now!"

Xie Tan's cold voice came: "Let's go."

He remained calm, letting the dagger remain between his neck, with a faint curve at the corner of his lips that made people shudder.

"Why don't you leave?"

To Feng Mian, these words sounded like a threat, not a question.

The next moment, the wrist of the Ligustrum tribe member went numb, and he didn't even see how the general made the move. The dagger flashing with cold light flew out, and then a sudden force dragged him backwards. His body flew out, slid backwards for a long distance, and stopped only after hitting the wall.

He looked up with his teeth bared, only to see the white-haired young man brushing the dust off his hands. His thin, long eyes had a frightening edge, the look of a murderer, and just one look made his heart go cold—

This is the general who controls the military power in the northern part of Dazhao and disperses all the Zhu tribes in the northern border!

It seemed like everything was under his control.

Xie Tan took a step forward. His tall stature brought a strong pressure. "Since you are not leaving, then...does the Saint still want to see Ajia Ruo?"

Hearing this name again, Feng Mian's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he murmured, "How do you know Ajia Ruo?"

The next moment she pounced on him, like a wounded she-wolf, with fierce murderous intent in her eyes, "What did you do to Ajia Ruo!?"

However, Xie Tan just smiled, took away her hands that were grabbing his collar one by one, and slowly took out a evening primrose from his arms.

That is not a real evening primrose. Evening primroses are born in the morning and die in the evening. This one is an everlasting flower made of silk paper.

This pale pink flower was out of place in the dark prison, but it made Saint Feng Mian's heart feel as if it was wrapped in softness.

"Ajia Ruo..." Feng Mian's voice was low, filled with love and expectation.

"Yes, your daughter Ajia Ruo." Xie Tan said.

The Saint of the Privet Department is a servant of God and cannot marry in her lifetime, but Feng Mian has a daughter.

Feng Mian originally thought that no one would know about this forbidden love, and her daughter Ajiaruo's name would be buried forever in her heart.

She was young back then, and even though she knew it would have no result, she still made an appointment with him the night before he left. She knew that this separation would be forever, and he was so reluctant to let her go, his eyes were filled with unspeakable love for her. The moment he turned around, Feng Mian reached out and hooked his little finger...

The lover went to Central Plains and never came back.

Feng Mian's belly grew bigger day by day.

The saint cut herself off from all contact with ordinary people. She meditated day and night, and comprehended the secrets of heaven and earth. She lived in isolation from the world and did not need to go out to see people. Her belly, hidden under the wide divine robe, grew bigger day by day.

It was not until the day of delivery that everything was exposed to her mother-in-law who had raised her. In the end, her mother-in-law took pity on her and sent her daughter away.

Feng Mian begged her mother-in-law to let her give her daughter a name, her Ajia Ruo... She only glanced at her.

With this glance, the little, soft daughter was engraved in Feng Mian's heart. She could no longer devote herself to worshipping God and forget about the world and herself.

Ajia Ruo’s name was added to the daily prayers.

"Ajiaruo, what a beautiful name." Xie Tan said frankly, "The little girl is four years old this year, and she really wants to have a mother."

Hearing Ajia Ruo's name, Feng Mian's heart began to beat violently, "Where is she? What did you do to her?"

"I wouldn't do anything to a little girl." Xie Tan said, "She's very nice."

After a while, Feng Mian sat on the ground somewhat exhausted, his eyes that were once bright now lost their luster. "Even if you threaten me with Ajia Ruo, it is useless. The Nuzhen tribe has lasted for thousands of years, and the respect for the Saint has long been engraved in their bones, but they respect the identity of the Saint, not me as a person. I can't give them any orders."

Xie Tan naturally understood that what she said was the truth. After all, faith is not directed at a certain person, but a kind of spiritual sustenance.

"If my people knew about Ajia Ruo's existence, then... they could choose a new saint." Feng Mian's voice was full of bitterness and helplessness. She smiled self-deprecatingly, "And I am useless to you, General."

Xie Tan frowned tightly and thought secretly in his heart. He gradually realized that the complexity of the problem at hand was far beyond his initial imagination.

Originally, he thought that as long as he could successfully capture Saint Fengmian, all the problems would be solved. However, at this moment, he clearly realized that the chastity tribe's respect for the saint was entirely based on the fantasy and halo in their minds. This halo could only maintain the saint's high and worshipped status, but could not make these tribesmen sincerely submit to the foreign tribe under the rule of power because of the saint's words.

"It's already so difficult to capture you alone." The white-haired general who had been silent all this time suddenly raised his head and asked in a cold tone: "Then, what exactly do we need to do to order the Privet Department to stop interfering?"

As power in Yunjing is changing, he must maintain stability in the northern border in order to give Xiao Xuan a chance to succeed the throne.