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

The bad news from Guangling was sent at full speed and reached Yunjing in five days.

Xie Mansion.

"Master Xie was ambushed while building fortifications at the Guangling section of the canal. He was injured by the criminals and fell into the Yi River and died. It was too late when the commander arrived." The messenger lowered his eyes and said sadly, "Please accept my condolences, my lord and my lady. These are the relics of Master Xie Yunji."

Xie Zhihuan, such a proud and elegant old man, could not bear the blow after learning the news of his son's death. He collapsed in bed and never got sick again.

All of Xie Yunji's affairs after his death were handed over to the young Wei.

Madam Wei cried several times in secret, and even cried loudly in front of the guests. She couldn't describe the sadness in her heart...

She married into the Xie family with admiration for Xie Yunji and became his nominal mother. Later, she discovered that the gentle and kind young man was actually a creepy venomous snake. Later, she watched him sink into love step by step and return to the underworld at a young age!

But after crying, she still had to stay energized and greet the guests, taking care of everything, and not losing her composure because of sadness.

Because it was an accident that happened while he was performing his official duties, the emperor showed sympathy by posthumously conferring the title of Duke Zhaoping on Xie Yunji. He also arranged for Buddhist and Taoist rituals of the highest standard, and gave him many graces and rewards, which was truly an infinite honor.

But even so, it could not eliminate the ministers' sighs over the passing of this young and promising minister, nor the regrets of the noble ladies of Yunjing.

They thought that Lord Xie would remarry at such a young age...but unexpectedly, he died so young!

As the sky darkened, Shuanghua looked after the children in the charity home and washed their faces and hands until they all went to sleep. She glanced at Song Nihuan's closed door and asked the palace maid beside her, "Has the lady not eaten yet?"

"No, the lunch is still on the table."

Since she learned of Xie Yunji's death, the maids came to persuade her to eat several times, but she refused and just sat there stupidly.

Xie Tan left the palace incognito and arrived at the charity home. There was no need to report anything and he went straight into Song Nihuan's room.

There were no candles in the room, only a dim moonlight.

He drew aside the curtain and saw a thin figure behind the screen, sitting quietly and motionless.

Through the dimness of the screen, it looks like a painting of a lady.

The moonlight shone through the window onto Song Nihuan's face, making her look paler and bloodless than usual.

Xie Tan stopped and called softly, "Ni Huan."

Song Nihuan turned around and saw him, her eyes were very calm, and she said, "Your Majesty is here."

He frowned slightly, sat opposite her, and faced her in silence.

"I'm fine," she said.

"The dead cannot be resurrected. I have already given him great honors after his death. The Xie family will be supported by the imperial court in the future..." Xie Tan pondered, "I have already given the Xie family enough honors."

Song Nihuan opened her lips slightly, but still hesitated and silently lowered her eyes, saying: "Can you take me to pay my respects to him and send him off for the last time?"

"it is good."

Song Nihuan knew that when she went to the Xie family to pay her condolences, she certainly couldn't show her true face. That would be terrifying.

In the end, he had no choice but to disguise himself as a eunuch and hide in the emperor's carriage.

Xie Tan went to the Xie Mansion to pay condolences as an emperor, so the emperor's sedan chair was naturally grand, with the Jinyiwei leading the way and outsiders keeping away from others. The emperor's personal guards on both sides of the carriage filled the entire street.

There were many white banners hanging at the gate of Xie's house, and pale lanterns hanging high. When a gust of wind blew, the air was filled with the smell of paper money and burning incense, which was very desolate.

Everyone in the Xie residence and the guests who came to pay their respects were already waiting at the gate. When they saw the emperor's sedan chair, they all prostrated themselves on the ground and the entrance was filled with people crawling on the ground.

Song Nihuan raised her eyes to look at Xie Tan in front of her. Today he was wearing a silver-white crown and robes, and his hair was not tied up, with its silver hair scattered around his waist.

He accepted the kneeling of the crowd calmly and said thoughtfully: "Everyone, please stand up. I am here to pay my respects to you just like you do. In the face of life and death, there is no need to be bound by the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects."

Despite saying so, those who were kneeling were still reserved. After standing up, they bowed their heads and stood on both sides.

Song Nihuan recognized that many of these people were important officials of the dynasty, and all of them were arrogant. However, at this moment, in front of Xie Tan, they behaved like docile lambs, including her father-in-law, the serious and decisive man in the Xie family.

The fact that Xie Tan was the emperor was not truly realized in front of her until this moment.

What does "the emperor" mean? It turned out that she was not aware of his current status in the small world he set up for her.

He is the emperor who sits high on the throne and holds the power of life and death. The lives of these kneeling nobles are all in his hands.

How could he talk about brotherly love in front of her and please her after being prostrated before her by others?

Song Nihuan looked at Xie Tan's back quietly, her eyes were indescribably complicated.

"I have something to say to Lord Xie alone, so please go away." Xie Tan said.

Although he spoke in a gentle and soft voice, his dignity was inviolable.

When the crowd dispersed, they were the only two left in the mourning hall.

The room was hung with white banners, and the tables were piled with offerings for funerals, as well as Xie Yunji's tablet.

Her eyes were fixed on the sandalwood tablet.

This time when she returned to Xie's house and walked along the familiar road, she couldn't describe the emotion in her heart.

Her father-in-law who once bossed her around and the nobles who once looked down upon her, all became submissive and obedient.

All this is because Xie Tan is the emperor.

Xie Tan had a cold face in front of these people, and he looked intimidating without being angry. His eyes swept across the kneeling crowd one by one with cold indifference, giving a strong sense of oppression.

He...is really the emperor.

But she still thought that he was still the boy who loved her in the past, and she still had the delusion that she could leave whenever she wanted.

Song Nihuan stared at Xie Yunji's tablet, raised her face, and tears flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Xie Tan's gaze also fell on Xie Yunji's tablet. Almost all of the misfortunes in his half life were caused by Xie Yunji, especially the hatred of having his love and wife stolen from him. He had never thought of letting bygones be bygones.

For the sake of his country and his people, he endured and spared his life.

Now that Xie Yunji is dead, he has no regrets. When a person dies, his debts are settled, and the past is forgotten.

But when he saw her trying to suppress her grief and feeling as if her soul was broken, he could only bear the pain and the jealousy in his heart and say comforting words against his will.

But these words sounded like routine and irrelevant. She was not moved at all. She just stared at the damn tablet with red eyes, as if she was going to follow him in the next moment!

He said, "Don't cry."

Song Nihuan seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. She knew she shouldn't feel sad for Xie Yunji, but she couldn't help sinking down. She couldn't ignore the pain in her heart and she could hardly breathe.

She raised her hand and wiped her face roughly, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

The crisp sound pulled Xie Tan out of his jealousy. He grabbed her arm and said angrily, "What are you doing?!"

She had a pale face and didn't say a word. How could she express her sorrow and resentment, and her helplessness towards her own spinelessness?

Xie Tan half squatted down and held her face to look left and right, only to see five finger marks on her fair skin!

He was anxious and angry. He stood up and helped her up and held her in his arms. He wanted to call someone in but it was inconvenient. He felt the torment of anxiety and anger, so he could only hold her cheek and blow on her gently.

Song Nihuan dodged to the side as if she was burned, and said, "Your Majesty, this is in the mourning hall, it is not appropriate for Your Majesty to do this."

The touch of her warmth still lingered on his fingertips, and he clenched his fists, as if that would allow him to retain her warmth.

Song Nihuan stood on one side, cold and indifferent.

Xie Tan smiled faintly, staring at her, and muttered with a broken heart, "Who are you to say this to me? Are you Xie Yunji's widow?"

It was quiet in the mourning hall, and the white wax flickered in the wind.

After that, Xie Tan walked up to her and took her into his arms again. He touched her hair and looked at Xie Yunji's tablet and said, "Don't you already know what he did to you?"

"Shouldn't you want him dead too?"