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

"But you don't like it now?" Xie Tan asked again, "I will ask the maid to prepare something lighter for you in the future."

"I like it." She said, "Everything you prepared is what I like."

She had a smile on her face, a soft voice, and wet eyes.

"Really?" Xie Tan stared at her, "Then eat more in the future."

Song Nihuan pursed her lips and smiled, "Yeah."

He suddenly picked her up and said as they walked, "You are too light. Eat more weight. How can you give birth to a child for me when you are so thin?"

Song Nihuan hugged his neck and said, "What if I can't have a baby?"

Xie Tan smiled: "If you can't have children, I will raise you as my daughter. When we are old, you can choose a place you like, and we can live happily together until the end of our lives. There is still a next life, don't forget it."

"Do you really think so?" Song Nihuan asked.

"Yes. I want to have a child with you because I love you. It's not because of anything else." Xie Tan said, and lifted her up again, "If you can't have a child, I will stay with you. Nothing in this world can shake me, except that you don't love me and don't want me."

Song Nihuan buried her head in his neck and didn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong? Are you touched?" Xie Tan said, smiling as bright as the stars, "Then be nice to me."

Her voice was nasal, "I hate you."

"Then hate me. The more I hate you, the more I like you." Xie Tan smiled and tightened his arms around her.

He didn't want to change what he was holding in his arms even if he had to change it all day.

The stars in the sky were hanging very low and the night wind was a bit cold, but being held by Xie Tan, I didn't feel cold at all.

Song Nihuan sighed and looked up at his profile. His nose was straight and his jawline was clear and beautiful. He had shed the immaturity of his boyhood and was now at his best as a man.

But his heart for her was still as hot as that of a teenager.

"I want everyone in the world to know who my sweetheart is." Xie Tan said, "Don't refuse, be my queen."

"Brother Tan, I..."

"I know your concerns. Leave them to me. You don't have to worry about anything. Just come to me." Xie Tan's expression became serious. "As long as you don't marry me, Da Zhao will not have a queen."

She asked him, "Have you really thought it through?"

When she was Madam Xie, she attended many gatherings of the noble circles. It was impossible to say that no one remembered what she looked like.

She was once the wife of a minister, and then married the emperor for the second time. How could this not arouse criticism?

She could almost imagine the rumors she would face.

Xie Tan said: "From the first day I saw you when I was seventeen, I thought clearly that I wanted to marry you, and marry you openly."

"If I am the emperor, you must be the empress. If I were a peddler, you would have to follow my husband wherever he goes... What I want is for you to be my wife, Huan'er, do you understand what I mean?"

His eyes are bright.

Song Nihuan pretended not to understand and said, "So Brother Qingzhou doesn't want me to share your power."

"What do you mean by my power? What's mine is yours. You are my wife." He tightened his hands around her waist and said with a scorching gaze, "No matter who I am, you must be mine."

Song Nihuan smiled, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Xie Tan looked at the woman in his arms, her hair like clouds and her face as beautiful as a peach. When she looked at him, there was light and lingering affection in her eyes.

He had possessed her, he had taken possession of her, he had also gradually erased all traces of the other man from her body and mind.

All it lacks is a status.

That man made her his legal wife.

Not only did he want her to be his legal wife, he also wanted to give her the most honorable position for women in the world, let her be the mother of the country, and allow her to shine brightly.

*

Song Nihuan slept very well.

When I woke up, rays of sunlight shone in through the diamond-shaped window, and were separated by the silk curtains into colorful light and shadows.

She stood up, but the maid did not come in.

Through the window, she indeed saw a figure standing in the yard.

Xie Tan stood under a tree covered with snow, wearing a black suit embroidered with silver feathers. A white jade waistband perfectly bound his narrow waist, and his silver hair added to his cold and refined temperament.

He said something to Shuanghua in a low voice, then took the bowl of medicine from Shuanghua's hand and drank it all.

He returned the bowl to Shuanghua, turned his head, and saw a figure behind the window out of the corner of his eye.

Xie Tan waved to Song Nihuan, a smile blooming on his cold face, and there was an undisguised burning warmth in his eyes.

Song Nihuan was slightly stunned and smiled at him.

He came in and held her in his arms.

It was the dead of winter. There was thick snow on the yellow glazed tiles and the branches of the trees in the yard were bent, but the house was warm with a floor heating system.

Her sweet voice had a nasal tone as if she had just woken up. She looked at Xie Tan with some concern and asked, "Are you sick?"

He asked her to sit on the drum stool, picked up the white jade comb, and slowly combed her hair. "Who said that?"

"I saw you drink the medicine just now." She looked at him and said.

"How could you not have some injuries during those years away? It's okay, just...drink as usual." He smiled, and there were thousands of ravines in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

She was still worried and was about to say something, but Xie Tan patted her shoulder and said, "I am a doctor myself. There is nothing wrong with my body. Don't worry."

She nodded hesitantly.

"Tell me about your childhood." He suddenly said.

The winter sun shines warmly into the room, soft and bright.

Song Nihuan gazed at the flowing clouds in the sky. The tall palaces under the clouds were covered with snow, and under the snow were the vermilion palace walls.

Just take a look, and you can almost smell the cool breath in the air.

This is a winter unique to Yunjing.

Her expression was beautiful and calm.

"Do you know the corridor between the Xie Mansion and the Song Mansion? The Xie Mansion has jacaranda trees, and the Song Mansion has tall ginkgo trees. In the summer, the corridor is blue. In the fall, the ginkgo leaves turn yellow, and the corridor changes color again."

“It’s very beautiful.”

"On the other side of the wall is my boudoir. I lived there for a long time."

"Once, my father brought back a glazed Western clock. It was very beautiful. Lan Zhi and I both liked it very much. But my father gave it to me and placed it in my boudoir. Every time the hour came, it would make a very pleasant sound."

"That sound was like heavenly music, and I listened while looking at the blue and yellow colors outside the wall... Now that I think about it, that was truly the best time of my life."

She closed her eyes, unable to think anymore.

Song Nihuan vaguely felt a gentle kiss falling on her head.