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

Xie Tan now feels that by asking Song Nihuan to move back to the palace, he was actually digging a hole for himself.

I always longed to have her by my side, and I liked the sense of security I felt when I saw her.

But he didn't know that sleeping in the same bed with her every night was also a torture. He could smell her fragrance in his nostrils and was so close to her in the tent.

I often have some beautiful dreams, which make my blood boil and make me feel embarrassed when I wake up.

Looking at her sleeping face beside him was a test of his conscience and it was really hard to endure.

When she turned over at night, he touched him unconsciously. The touch was delicate and warm. Her long black hair was entwined with his, winding across his chest. He stroked it gently, feeling the softness and fragrance. All of this was like an irresistible temptation that penetrated into his heart.

Xie Tan took a deep breath and forced those absurd images out of his mind.

He had to close his eyes and think about the troubles in the court, over and over again. The complicated political affairs became clearer and clearer like unraveling the myriad layers of silk. He would deal with them when he went to court the next day. All the civil and military officials were satisfied. Xie Tan felt both happy and sad.

Xie Tan had been longing for Song Nihuan since he was a teenager. After enduring for so many years, he convinced himself that he must not take risks. He promised her that he would definitely do it even if it meant suffering. This was reassuring.

Song Nihuan was still asleep. She turned around and put her legs on him while murmuring. Her ankles were exposed in her lotus-colored underwear. They were thin and white...

Xie Tan held his forehead with his hand. Such a scene had never appeared even in his dreams... He just felt his face burning, his body restless, and his heart beating very fast.

He gently moved her legs away from him, stood up, and walked towards Yuchi with his back teeth gritted.

When he returned to Yuxiu Palace, she was still sleeping. Xie Tan gently covered the half of her outstretched arm under the quilt, propped up his head and looked at her in the dawn light. Her brows were no longer as furrowed as before, and the way she closed her eyes and slept peacefully made him feel peaceful and happy.

The medicines she took daily were all prescribed by him personally, and he would then go to the Imperial Hospital to select top-quality medicinal materials, and increase or decrease the dosage according to changes in her physical condition, including some tonics that could calm the nerves and nourish the blood.

He looked at her. Her complexion was no longer as pale as before, and her lips were red without any makeup.

He liked the way she looked healthy.

He felt that he could watch it for a long time and never get tired of it.

The early morning sunlight refracted the bright yellow glazed tiles into thousands of golden lights, and magpies chirped on the palace roofs to call the morning.

Song Nihuan woke up from her dream, and Xie Tanru was not there as expected. Although she didn't know when he left, she could sense it in the dim light, that he left before dawn. She secretly sighed that Xie Tanru was really a diligent king.

Since moving back to the palace, she would go and talk to Lan Zhi every day.

Although Song Lanzhi was lying there with no expression on his face, Song Nihuan always felt that he could hear her.

"Lan Zhi, I didn't recognize you, will you blame me?" Song Nihuan sat on the bed, holding his hand to stretch his wrist, smiling, "I tell you, you can't blame me, who told you not to recognize me?"

"If father knew you had become such a monstrous creature, he would probably be so angry that he would jump up and beat you." She giggled, then stood up to light incense. "This is your favorite scent, right? The time you came to the Xie family to find me and taught me how to mix incense, I thought to myself, how come this person likes the same scent as me."

She changed her hand and continued massaging him. She lowered her voice and smiled, "I tell you, we'll leave after you wake up. Don't you have a house in Yunzhou? Let's go to Yunzhou. I have some savings. Although it's not much, it's enough for you and me to live for a while. In addition, the calligraphy, painting, embroidery, incense art, and tea tasting that you learned in the Xie family are all means of making a living. The Shu embroidery skills were honed by you. By then, it should be enough for some unmarried young ladies to be a female teacher. What's more, I have been in the palace, so my value must have increased."

"Let's live a free and happy life!"

"What do you say?" Song Nihuan asked. Knowing that he would not answer, she sighed to herself, "Since the Song family is gone, you and I no longer have the power to choose. We have no say over whether we live or die. It would be great if one day you and I could decide our own destiny..."

These ideas about leaving the palace were just fantasies when she couldn't sleep. The reality was that she could only go with the flow, and the weak had no choice.

Song Nihuan lowered her eyes and looked at her brother. The midday sun shone brightly on the luxurious palace. The young man with his eyes closed was almost transparent, and light blue veins were faintly visible under his skin. Those sharp and playful phoenix eyes were born on his handsome face. Anyone who saw it would be shocked by this face, but now, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he didn't want to see the world anymore.

In fact, Song Nihuan could see Xie Tan's intention in taking care of Song Lanzhi. The medicines and acupuncture techniques used on Song Lanzhi were all prescriptions written by him and the Imperial Hospital after consultation, not to mention the rare medicinal materials found from all over the world. With so many methods, Song Lanzhi no longer looked haggard. He looked no different from usual, just asleep.

She knew that many things that seemed like big things to women in the harem like her were actually trivial matters compared to state affairs. Xie Tan, now that he was the emperor, still cared so much about her affairs. This kind of thought was rare.

"Nihuan." The young emperor called out as he drew aside the curtain.

Her black hair fell like a waterfall beside the bed, her skin was as white as snow, and when she saw him, she smiled.

He held out his hand to her, and she stood up and walked into his arms, gently wrapping her arms around his waist. He held her in his arms, with a smile between his brows, "It's really beautiful."

After hugging her for a long time, he let her go, but one hand was still around her waist. He whispered in her ear with some displeasure: "From now on...you are not allowed to meet people with your hair down."

"Ah?" Song Nihuan asked in surprise. She had worked as a hairdresser in Xie's house for a while, but she had a lot of hair and it was a headache to tie it up. But Xie Yunji liked to see her with her hair down, so he allowed her to have a hairstyle that made her look like an unmarried young lady.

Later, after the fire, she arrived at the marquis's mansion and was sent to the palace, but she consciously combed her hair like a woman.

She herself didn't know when she started to let her hair down again, and she didn't know how she made Xie Tan unhappy?

Looking at her surprised expression with her eyes wide open, Xie Tan made another nasal sound.

"Why?" Song Nihuan asked, "Brother Tan said he would be honest with me and said that as long as it is what I want in my heart, I will do whatever I want."

After a moment of being choked by her using his promise, Xie Tan said, "You can in front of me."

"You can only let your hair down in front of me," he emphasized again.

She was too beautiful, and he had kept her to be radiant these days. Today, when he passed through Guanghua Gate, he saw her walking towards Lanzhi's palace. A group of patrolling guards slowed down their pace when they saw her, and those bastards seemed to have their eyes fixed on her.

Xie Tan became angry when he thought of this. He lowered his eyes and looked at her dissatisfied expression, her red lips slightly pouting, looking very cute.

His mind moved slightly, and he quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere, "Is Lan Zhi feeling better?"