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

The lantern held by the palace maid fell to the ground in the snow, illuminating the cloud and dragon patterns embroidered on the corners of the visitor's gold-woven robe.

She didn't dare to look up. What a bad luck! Shouldn't the emperor be entertaining his ministers at this hour? Why did he end up at the Zhenshun Gate? !

The emperor hadn't spoken for a long time, and the palace maid couldn't help but look up, and her gaze met the emperor's.

The emperor's striking coldness disappeared, replaced by an expression of extreme shock.

It was as if a perfect mask was shattered. How could such an expression appear on the face of this decisive and murderous new emperor?

She knew that the emperor was not looking at her, and could not help but look back along the emperor's gaze... Was he looking at the person in the sedan?

"Your Majesty, I am here to escort Madam Song out of the palace on the orders of Governor Chen..." the palace maid lowered her head and explained.

"Who?" The emperor lowered his gaze, and listened carefully to the trembling voice. "Who are you sending out of the palace?"

"Ms. Song, Ms. Song..."

Before the palace maid finished her words, Xie Tan stepped forward and opened the curtain of the sedan chair. He saw a pair of silk shoes embroidered with white plum blossoms. He glanced up and then quickly put them down.

It happened so fast that Song Nihuan couldn't see clearly who it was. She could vaguely see that the man was wearing a dragon robe with a golden dragon flying in it, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was tall and unrestrained, with a head of silver hair like falling snow.

The emperor is in his old age, so how come his figure is still like that of a young man?

Just as I was thinking about it, that person's voice came, "Ni Huan?"

The voice was familiar yet strange, as if it came from a distant memory.

She couldn't remember who it was for a moment, but she remembered the palace maid's serious instructions not to lift the curtain of the sedan chair or look outside, so she hesitated and didn't say anything.

"Ni Huan." He called again, this time, it was no longer a question, but an affirmation.

She was indeed still alive. No, even if she really died, he wanted to see her again.

The exclamation just now was so familiar. Her every smile and frown, as well as her voice, were all engraved in Xie Tan's mind and had never faded away.

Surprise, disbelief, and the shock of regaining what was lost are overwhelming.

He lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, his eyes shining, "This time you can see clearly, who am I?"

After years and life and death, he and she finally reunited.

Song Nihuan stared at it, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

The thin, frail, cold and delicate boy who only liked to smile at her, and the emperor in front of her wearing a heavy and gorgeous royal robe with cloud dragon patterns... they really couldn't be connected together.

Compared with the delicate one five years ago, his face was now tougher and his stature was taller. His aura and pressure made people feel fearful.

He smiled at her, his eyes were deep and his smile was free.

She finally became one with the boy who promised her a sky full of fireworks many years ago.

Xie Tan's breathing was a little rapid. This moment seemed like a dream. He was waiting for her to recognize him.

"Brother Tan?" Song Nihuan called him tentatively.

The palace maid kneeling in the snow knew that the new emperor's name was just Tan. When she heard the woman calling the new emperor by his name, she quickly reminded her, "How dare you! You don't know how to bow your head and kneel before the emperor, but you call him by his name!"

As he said this, he pulled her out of the sedan chair.

Song Nihuan staggered down, her mind in a state of confusion.

What holy chariot...

What's going on with your Majesty?

Why is he wearing a dragon robe?

The maid pulled her arm and knelt down, trembling under the bright white snow, kneeling and begging for life, "Madam Song has never seen the emperor's face, and offended His Majesty. It is my fault for not disciplining her well. Please spare her life..."

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the new emperor lifted up the kneeling woman and held her tightly in his arms, pressing her against his chest, "It's me, I'm your brother Tan."

"Ni Huan, is it really you?"

"You...remember me?"

The question I had wanted to ask so many times in my dreams, finally came out today.

The word "Brother Tan" made Xie Tan's heart tremble.

When they met again in Fu Rao Court five years ago, she didn't recognize him and mistook him for Xie Yunji.

Now she calls him Brother Tan, just like she did many years ago!

She finally came back, and God had mercy on her and finally returned her to him!

She is no longer Madam Xie! She is his Song Nihuan!

Song Nihuan was held by him, her body was a little stiff, she pushed him twice, but he was completely unmoved, so she could only whisper: "Let me go first..."

Xie Tan finally woke up from his dream and let her go. Under the moonlight, he looked carefully at the person in front of him.

She was very different from what he remembered.

Even though she was wearing a thick fox fur cloak, one could tell from her exposed wrists that she was incredibly thin. Her once bright eyes and brows were gloomy, and her face was sickly pale. She looked like a gust of alluring smoke that would dissipate with the wind.

It reminded him of a word, "sick beauty".

When she was a girl, she was as bright and lively as the south of the Yangtze River in March. Later, when I met her in Furao Courtyard, her every frown and smile revealed her silent charm.

I have never felt like this before. I have no vitality at all, as if a lamp has gone out.

But she is Song Nihuan for sure.

She asked: "Brother Tan, are you the emperor?"

His voice was gentle, as usual, "Yes, I'll tell you in detail later."

"It's you who wants me?" Song Nihuan asked the question she had always had.

Xie Tan was speechless for a moment, and the tips of his ears turned red.

She added, "Did you ask the Sixth Prince to take me away and send me to the palace?"

Xie Tan finally understood what she said. He connected all the clues about her in his mind and roughly knew the truth. It turned out that all this was arranged by Xiao Shen. Later, for some reason, she was sent to the palace after he became emperor.

He answered seriously: "No, I don't know."

"I was stationed in the northern border, and I heard from my people that you died suddenly. At that time, Yecheng was besieged again. When I led my men to rush out, I found that the whole world was in chaos. After the dust settled, I went to Xie Mansion several times, but I couldn't get any news about you..."

"You, heard that I was dead?" She grasped the key point, "Who told you the news about me?"

Xie Tan paused, his face slightly red, and he coughed twice, "It's cold in the snow, don't talk here, come back to the palace with me first. I have a lot of things to ask you, and you have something to ask me too, right?"

Song Nihuan nodded.

At this time, a row of eunuchs came running over, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, we finally found you. All the officials are waiting for you in the Linde Hall, waiting for you to join us in the Nuo Festival."

Xie Tan's expression returned to its indifference, and he said, "Let them go, and go back to be with their wives and children."

His heart was filled with a tenderness he had never felt before! He was also going to accompany the one he loved!

Fine snow began to fall again without him noticing. He glanced at her beside him, as if he wanted to engrave this moment into his bones.