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

Early the next morning, the sun had just risen from the horizon, and a thin layer of mist was spreading in the pale sky, as if covering the entire capital city with a mysterious veil.

A luxurious sedan chair was carried in silently from Shunzhen Gate and headed towards the inner courtyard of the imperial palace.

The sedan chair was hung with golden curtains embroidered with exquisite patterns, which were obviously made by skilled craftsmen in the palace.

The person in the sedan chair was the Saint of the Northern Privet Tribe, but at this moment no one knew who she was.

When the sedan chair slowly stopped at the palace gate, a palace maid gently lifted the curtain, revealing a small and cute figure.

The little girl looked only four or five years old, with a pair of clear, bright big eyes sparkling with curiosity and agility. She stuck her head out of the sedan chair and looked up at the towering palace walls, her eyes full of novelty and amazement.

She seemed to be very curious about this magnificent palace and kept looking around. At this moment, Chen Liang happened to pass by and saw this little saint.

He suddenly felt relieved and realized that his previous worries seemed unnecessary.

Of course Xie Tan remembered what he had promised Feng Mian earlier, that he would find Ajia Ruo's father for her.

It was just that the world had just begun to settle down and I had sorted out the things at hand when it came to this time.

Feng Mian never expected that Xie Tan would become emperor.

He recovered the northern border, put down the rebellion in Jinzhou, captured Yecheng, stopped the mutiny in Yuji Palace, and finally sat in that position himself.

But he also left his base without permission and started a war, which was tantamount to treason.

There were a lot of discussions about him, and Feng Mian heard it all.

I wonder what he went through behind the scenes, how could he be cursed for usurping the throne and killing the king?

In any case, that calm and self-possessed young man was indeed no ordinary person.

He did not appoint a queen after he ascended the throne. People speculated that the queen that the founding monarch hoped for must be a woman from a prominent family, with noble character, outstanding talent and stunning beauty.

Feng Mian vaguely felt that Xie Tan was still waiting for the person in his heart.

Despite the passage of time, his deep obsession and perseverance have not dissipated.

On that day, the sun rose at the hour of Mao, one hour earlier than in the north.

Thousands of golden rays of light depict the solemn palace walls inch by inch as if they were rising with vigor.

Feng Mian got up very early, wandered around the palace, and finally arrived at Shunzhen Gate. A green carriage drove into the gate. When the coachman was handing the reins to the eunuch guarding the gate, the horse suddenly got startled and threw the coachman off.

The horse pulled the carriage and started running wildly. A woman's scream came from inside the carriage. The carriage was swaying from side to side and might overturn at any time.

The incident happened suddenly, and the imperial guards reacted in time but it was too late. People could not run as fast as horses, so they could only chase after them with swords in hand.

Song Nihuan was almost shaken to pieces in the carriage. She had come out of the charity home early this morning and was going to the palace to see Lan Zhi. But the horse had gone mad and was neighing and galloping wildly. Just when she was in despair, she heard a sharp whistle outside the carriage and the carriage suddenly slowed down.

Then the imperial guards came over and the carriage was forced to stop completely.

She climbed out of the car in a panic, feeling dizzy. She lifted the curtain with a pale face and saw a young girl with a delicate whistle hanging around her neck. She was holding the head of a horse that was still breathing heavily, and she was tiptoeing close to the horse's ear, whispering something in her ear.

As she moaned, the horse, which had been violent just now, became docile.

At this time, the palace guards arrived. The leader drew out his knife with a gloomy face. The blade was sharp and cold, and he raised it high towards the horse that had completely calmed down.

The woman stood in front of the horse and asked calmly, "You want to kill it?"

"This beast frightened Madam Song! Who else should we kill if not it?" the leader of the imperial guards said angrily.

Song Nihuan often went in and out of the palace. She was the emperor's sweetheart, and this was an unspoken fact among the palace guards.

Ma almost hurt the emperor's sweetheart, how could this be tolerated? !

"The horse didn't hurt anyone, why kill it?"

The two were arguing, and Song Nihuan came over and said, "Commander Deng, I'm fine. Don't see blood so early in the morning. It's unlucky."

Then he turned to Feng Mian and said, "Thank you for saving my life. How can I repay you?"

Feng Mian always remembered that day when the morning light was dim. The woman was thin and frail. Perhaps she was still frightened by the incident of the frightened horse. A blush appeared on her cold white cheeks, making her look more charming, which was very inconsistent with her cold and indifferent expression.

A pair of eyes that are bright and captivating, yet calm as water, carrying a sense of story that cannot be explained.

Feng Mian had a hunch that this was the person Xie Tan had been waiting for all these years.

I wonder if he got what he wanted?

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"Is she Xie Tan's former...wife among the common people?" Song Nihuan asked.

"Are you here with a child? How old is the child?" she asked again.

Shuanghua had already told the other palace maids all the information she had gotten, and said hesitantly, "Everyone below is saying this, that little girl looks about four or five years old."

Song Nihuan thought about it and felt that four or five years old matched the time when Xie Tan left Xie Mansion.

I'm in a good mood right now.

I'm glad he has found a place to stay.

"Didn't Governor Chen say this before? He said that His Majesty had never been married. Maybe it was a misunderstanding?" Shuanghua said.

Song Nihuan looked away and said calmly, "Do you think I'd be unhappy knowing he's married? No. I hope he's well, and it would be best if everything goes well for him and he can be reunited with his wife and children."

She breathed a sigh of relief. Since she couldn't give him what he wanted, it would be good for both of them if he didn't have the obsession.

When Feng Mian came to Yunjing, she did not stay in the inn but went directly into the palace. The reason was very simple. As the saint of the Nuzhen tribe, she quietly left the northern border and came to the Central Plains.

If you are in a crowded place with many eyes, it will be very troublesome if you are seen by someone with ulterior motives.

It was most convenient for her to come to the Central Plains to find her husband and be by the emperor's side in the palace.

Of course, the officials had no way of knowing these inside stories.

They were surprised when they learned that Feng Mian and her daughter had entered the palace, and they thought that the emperor had come to his senses, and the whole place was peaceful and happy.

The emperor did not explain anything to them. The usurper emperor was autocratic and all the civil and military officials endured it.

As for Xie Tan, the relationship between him and Song Nihuan was complicated. In his heart, he always wanted to give her a legitimate status, which was not an easy thing to do.

Now that Feng Mian is in the palace, he can temporarily shut up those ministers and stop urging the matter of establishing a queen.

In this way, he will have enough time to better pave the way for Song Nihuan and allow her to ascend to the throne of queen smoothly.

But he felt a little bit uneasy and expectant in his heart.

He didn't know how Song Nihuan would view him after learning about this, and whether she would be angry about it.

He was afraid that she would be angry, and even more afraid that she would not be angry.

In the afternoon, the emperor went to the charity home in disguise.