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

Northern Camp.

Candles were dimly burning in the four corners of the tent. The profile of the young man lying on the couch had sharp and smooth lines, and under the flickering candlelight, he looked extremely handsome.

His white hair was soaked with sweat, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he fell into a deep dream.

The dream was intermittent. In the dream, he and she were riding on the same horse. The bumps on the horse's back made them very close. He lowered his eyes to look at her. Her breath was so close to him, as sweet as fine wine, which made people feel excited.

When their eyes met, she looked flustered. He smiled and tightened his arms, "Don't be afraid, I can ride a horse."

She has always been a woman with her own ideas. She is neat and cheerful when getting along with others, and rarely shy like this.

The close yet distant contact made his heart beat fast.

The starry sky was low and there was no one else on the grass. The boy and the girl were galloping on their horses in the night.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and I don’t remember what I said exactly, but I felt so happy that I felt like I was there in the dream.

There were stones hidden in the grass. The horse's hoof tilted and her whole body slid to the side. He pulled her into his arms, and her warmth and softness blended with the sound of his pounding heartbeat.

He didn't know whether her feelings for him were pity or a natural affinity for a good-looking little brother.

He wanted neither of these.

She came back to her senses from her panic, looked at him and smiled, her eyes curved and gentle.

Forget it. She is still young, I will tell her my feelings when she reaches the age of marriage next year.

Later, without waiting until the next year, Xie Yunji killed him. In order to protect him, she and Song Lanzhi sent him away.

On the mountain road before leaving Yunjing, he held her hairpins and jade pendants in his arms. He endured the severe pain of the poison and looked back at her. He saw her standing there alone, her soft long hair disheveled, her red lips pursing, saying something to him.

What the hell did she say?

The next moment, there was a fire shooting up into the sky, covering the entire Xie Mansion. The Tanyuan where he was was right at the edge of the Xie Mansion, and one street further north was the Song Mansion.

The direction of the fire seemed to be where the Song Mansion was located, and there was a commotion of chaos and disorder outside.

The young man on the couch was breathing irregularly, and he seemed to be trapped in pitch-black night, falling and sinking, with his heart trembling.

The night wind was blowing, almost blowing out the burning candle. An oppressive chill was surging in the air, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

There were still beads of sweat on his forehead, and the feeling of despair and powerlessness in the dream had not yet subsided. He was breathing softly.

I haven't felt this helpless in many years.

It was as if I was back to that night again.

The night I parted with her.

"General!" A report came from outside the tent, "An urgent report from Yunjing!"

"Come in." Xie Tan said.

Before the news of the succession reached the northern border, his men had already rushed over to deliver the good news.

"Congratulations, Your Highness." A smile appeared on Xie Tan's face.

The emperor finally appointed his eldest son as the heir.

Xiao Xuan was an upright, honest and kind person. Although his mother's family was a little weak, he had made military achievements in the northern border. No one would disagree with making him the crown prince.

His gaze fell on the "Xie Yunji, Prince's Secretary" on the newspaper. His eyes were deep and cold, and he did not speak for a long time.

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Wanniang sat in the room in a daze.

The decree to appoint Xiao Xuan as the crown prince has been issued, and everyone in the palace is extremely happy, it is even more lively than the New Year.

The battle for the crown prince ended unexpectedly.

There was a celebration going on in the mansion, and even though Xiao Xuan told them not to make it too public, it couldn't hide the joy on everyone's face.

The yard was bustling, but it had nothing to do with her.

Because she was just a concubine, one of Xiao Xuan's many concubines, she thought she was special, but on such a day worth celebrating, she could only stay in her own room like other concubines, because only Xiao Xuan's first wife who had been with him for nearly twenty years was qualified to share such joy.

He told her that there was a lot going on these days, so she should stay put and not run around.

What could she be running around for?

His previous favor towards her made her feel that she and he were like a couple. Gradually, she got rid of her inferiority complex and anxiety, and dared to go out and see people again, and dared to laugh. She vaguely felt that this life was better than when she was in her father's house.

She was not wrong.

But now, this illusion of being a couple has finally been broken.

He was named Crown Prince, his wife was Crown Princess, and he had many children.

She lay on the soft pillow and sobbed. She didn't know why she was crying. It seemed that crying was useless, just like when she returned to her father and was treated coldly before, crying was useless.

Her mother was the concubine of the prime minister of the dynasty. As far as she could remember, it was that tall and thin man who supported her and her mother's lives.

But her mother didn't allow her to call him father.

She didn't know whether she was the Prime Minister's illegitimate daughter or something else.

Until her mother died, she sat in that magnificent house for three days and three nights, from day to dusk, losing all concept of time.

The man opened the door and there was a beam of light behind him.

He held out his hand to her and said, "Come with me, I will take care of your life from now on."

She went home with him.

But her identity was very embarrassing. The mistress thought she was an illegitimate daughter and treated her with contempt and harshness. The servants were not sure whether she was the Prime Minister's bloodline, so they served her reluctantly.

The Prime Minister's attitude towards her was not affectionate; it was considerate but distant, as if he just wanted to give her food to eat and feed her.

She didn't know who she should rely on, so she could only act carefully and try not to appear in front of others when nothing was going on. However, the resentment in her heart grew deeper and deeper.