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

"Madam, madam, wake up!"

"Madam, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Frosthua's voice seemed so far away, yet seemed so close to my ears.

Song Nihuan opened her eyes drowsily.

She was covered in sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

The scene in the dream seems to still be before my eyes. The house is hazy and through the window paper, I can see the drizzle falling outside the window.

This is in...the Salesian Home.

The chill in the dream had not yet faded away. In the Xie family's mourning hall, white banners and paper money fluttered, and the candlelight flickered under Xie Yunji's spirit tablet. The heavy nanmu coffin revealed a dark hole...

She murmured to herself, "No... No. It was a dream."

Fortunately it was a dream.

But this dream was too real, and the feeling of powerlessness in the dream almost broke her heart.

Thinking about it now, I still can't help but tremble slightly.

I have lingering fears.

It turns out that false alarm is the most beautiful word in the world.

"Madam, did you have a nightmare?" Shuanghua hurriedly stepped forward and carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief. Song Nihuan's face was frighteningly pale, and Shuanghua couldn't help but worry, "Madam, what did you dream about?"

Song Nihuan suddenly remembered what her mother told her when she was a child: telling the truth about nightmares would not work.

She looked at Shuanghua steadily: "I dreamed of Xie Yunji... He is dead."

Song Nihuan's voice was light and cold, as if she was still immersed in a real yet terrifying dream, which had a creepy effect.

Shuanghua's hand holding the teacup shook and the tea almost spilled out.

"My lady, dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are! Have you been too tired lately? How about I go find the Emperor... He is the supreme ruler, and he has a lot of Yang energy."

She shook her head and curled up towards Shuanghua, rarely showing her vulnerable side. She closed her eyes and murmured, "Don't, don't ask him to come over. It's just a dream."

"Well, it was just a dream. The eldest son is doing work in Guangling. He is an imperial envoy. Who can embarrass him? Who is willing to embarrass him?" Shuanghua consoled, gently patting Song Nihuan's vest, "My lady, it's just dawn, it's still early, go to sleep for a while."

Song Nihuan nodded and lay back on the pillow.

Shuanghua tucked the quilt in for her and said, "I'll stay here with you?"

Generally, when the ladies of wealthy families were sleeping, there would be maids standing guard on the footstool at night to serve them.

Song Nihuan does not need a maid to stand guard in her room at night. This habit was developed with Xie Yunji.

He doesn't like people to get close to him.

She didn't like it either.

At this moment, Song Nihuan said softly: "Okay."

The cold despair in the dream had not yet faded, and she didn't want to be alone.

Shuanghua blew out the candle and neatly put down the curtains on the bed.

"Come and lie down with me. Don't lie there. It's still cold in spring. Don't get sick." Song Nihuan said, "Don't say no. Come up."

Shuanghua lay down with her carefully.

After a long time, Song Nihuan still couldn't fall asleep, and her breathing was still a little rapid.

The sky was pale as a fish belly. Light seeped through the window cracks, casting dim shadows that dyed the entire room a layer of crab shell blue.

The room was filled with silence.

Suddenly, Shuanghua whispered, "Madam, do you like the eldest master very much?"

"Did I disturb you?" Song Nihuan answered the question irrelevantly, apologetically.

"No. If you can't sleep, just talk to Shuanghua. If you have anything on your mind, just say it out loud. One big thing can become two small things, and then a big thing can be turned into a small thing, and a small thing can be turned into nothing." Shuanghua said.

Song Nihuan let out a long sigh, feeling sad.

After waking up from the dream just now, she asked herself what she would do if Xie Yunji was really dead.

Will I really be torn apart for him?

Or won’t live alone?

She hated herself for being useless, sinking deeper and deeper into the mud, and pouring out her heart and soul in the lies he carefully woven, but in the end everything was just an illusion.

The Song family was destroyed because of his frank advice. Between her and him were the lives of more than a hundred people in the Song family, Lan Zhi's life worse than death, and an unborn life!

It is true that he had his own difficulties as a subject, but if he had any mercy and did not follow the emperor's words in the palace, the Song family and hundreds of wealthy families would not have been sentenced so heavily!

Who says those loyal ministers' advice could not have been said by Xie Yunji?

Whether he said it or not, he would have risen to a high position in the court. The reason why he said such high-sounding words was because he simply regarded human lives as worthless!

Xie Yunji thought he could make up for it, but how?

How could she be pregnant with his child!

How could she be sad for him again? !

If she still pretends to be married to him, she will not be able to face her father and mother in the underworld a hundred years later!

She couldn't let it go after all.

But she never hoped for his death...

"What about the lady's attitude towards the emperor? The Second Young Master has always been in love with the lady." Shuanghua added, "The Second Young Master has become the emperor now, and everyone sees his glory, but no one knows how the Second Young Master lived his life before."

Flatter the powerful and look down on the weak, and you will know your own warmth and coldness.

"My lady, the Second Young Master is a good man. Now that he has become the emperor, he is still waiting for you to change your mind. My lady, if there is no possibility for you and the First Young Master anymore, please look back at the Second Young Master. Don't be too partial to him..." Shuanghua whispered.

Song Nihuan said calmly, "I don't think about these things. I know you were once Xie Tan's maid, so you would naturally speak in his favor, but how can I marry the emperor for the second time with my status? I know how good he is to me, but there is only gratitude between him and me, and there is no other feeling."

"Shuanghua, my reputation has long been ruined. Do you also think that I am a wavering person?" There was a sad smile on her lips.

Maybe everyone thinks so, but this is not what she wants. Everything is determined by fate and cannot be controlled by human beings.

Since the fall of the Song family, she has been like a lonely boat, drifting in this vast world, without the opportunity to make her own decisions.

Just like now, if she didn't respond to Xie Tan's feelings, everyone would think she was ungrateful.

Everyone talks about what to do, but who cares about her true wishes?

If I marry Xie Tan, with what status?

If it was Jiang Yao's identity, Xie Yunji was a close minister. Could the king hide it from him if he took his minister's wife?

If it were Song Nihuan, she had frequently appeared in the circle of nobles when she was Mrs. Xie, and now she had transformed herself into the emperor's favorite concubine. How would others talk about her, and how would they talk about Xie Tan?

Let’s not talk about whether Xie Tan has the talent to govern the world.

Now he has not yet taken off the hat of regicide and usurpation of the throne, and now he is being accused of seducing his minister’s wife and losing his mind.

The throne of the emperor is unknown, and even private matters are laughed at by others, which will completely lose his dignity. Why bother?

But these cannot be told to Shuanghua.

But Shuanghua's answer was unexpected: "Madam, Shuanghua doesn't know why you must separate from the eldest master, but if this is your decision, then I will not regret it."

"Everyone says that women should be faithful to one man, but Shuanghua feels that this one should refer to a woman's true heart. So there is no need to waver. Madam, don't let other people's comments bother you."

Song Nihuan was silent for a moment, and said in a cold tone: "Did the emperor teach you to say this to me?"

Shuanghua sat up and knelt on the footstool. "My lady, don't be angry. His Majesty taught me to say this, but His Majesty was worried that you would be upset and wanted to comfort you. Shuanghua never thought that my lady was a wavering woman."

"My wife beat the drum for the eldest master, her love is real, if they want to break up even with such love, there must be a compelling reason."

Shuanghua knew how much Song Nihuan had been suffering these days. Seeing her getting better day by day, she knew that this was definitely related to the emperor's careful care. She said, "Madam, why do you have to dwell on the past? The past is over. What's important is the future."

Song Nihuan suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, feeling deeply moved. It turned out that Xie Tan's tolerance during this period and his promise to her on everything were just a roundabout tactic.

It was he who found her maid, it was he who promised that the Charity Bureau could have a stable life, and it was also because of him that Lan Zhi was able to come out of the Lishan Palace and break away from the identity of Pingjia Fuyu.

An emperor is an emperor who can subdue the princes and ministers in Yunjing. She shouldn't have misunderstood that he had no means. He could even infiltrate her maid and quietly give him advice at important times.

Song Nihuan knew that she had no capital to compete with him. She thought she was in a dominant position only because he liked her and was willing to indulge her.

But his indulgence was conditional, that is, he wanted her.