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

Xiao Yuanlin did not comment on the emperor's visit to him, and only said, "Sister Song, you are so honorable."

Song Nihuan smiled, "I'm glad you know. You have to be obedient."

Xiao Yuanlin was not disgusted and nodded.

"Your Kung Fu just now was really beautiful. Have you been practicing for a long time?" he asked.

"It didn't take long. The Kung Fu my master taught me is simple, easy to learn and easy to use for self-defense. If you could let him teach you personally, you would learn faster." Song Nihuan said.

"Your master...is he very powerful?"

"Well, he is awesome." She smiled.

Perhaps it was because she was too aggressive and serious when they first met, but now Xiao Yuanlin really liked to see this sister smile, and he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

Seeing Xiao Yuanlin's cold and pale face showing a rare smile, Song Nihuan also became happy and said, "Okay, let's stop here for today. You should prepare well and pick up the lessons you left behind. Aren't you going to restore the country in the future? You can't be a blind emperor."

Xiao Yuanlin nodded: "I want to grow up quickly."

"And I'm not blind. Before coming here, I had read the Jieying chapter of The Emperor's Model, and I also learned some Western studies."

"Really? That's amazing." Song Nihuan praised.

The child blushed but straightened his chest, "That's natural."

He is the emperor's eldest grandson.

If the dynasty had not collapsed, he would have been the crown prince or emperor in the future.

"Let's go, I'll take you out." Xiao Yuanlin said.

"Okay." She smiled.

The child naturally took her hand, he was obsessed with her warmth.

Like a mother, she protected him, saved him, gave him a warm hug, found a master to teach him, and spoke to him gently and equally.

Song Nihuan didn't think there was anything wrong with it and let him lead her to the door.

She knew that the child just lacked love.

When they arrived at the gate, the emperor's carriage reduced its pomp and circumstance, but the outside of the mansion was still packed with people.

Xiao Yuanlin's eyes dimmed. This was his royal grandfather's imperial carriage, and it should also have belonged to his father.

Song Nihuan saw the hatred in his eyes and touched his head.

Xiao Yuanlin lowered his head and let go of her hand.

When Song Nihuan turned around, he asked in a very low voice: "Are you...really going to come again?"

She looked back and saw the desire and uncertainty in his eyes, and said, "I will, don't worry."

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On the way back, Xie Tan had a sullen face and was very unhappy.

"What's the matter? Are those clan members in the backyard disrespectful to you?" Song Nihuan asked.

"No." He said calmly.

It's Dandan again. Every time this happens, I'm just sulking.

She smiled suddenly, held his hand, looked at him and said, "You won't be unhappy because of Xiao Yuanlin, right? He's just a child."

"Why do you favor him?" Xie Tan asked.

Song Nihuan has also thought about this question herself.

It was probably because Xiao Yuanlin and she had the same pain. He dared to fight, and even broke his legs twice in order to escape.

But she was just depressed, holding resentment and regret about the unfairness of fate in her heart, but forcing herself to adapt to the environment as quickly as possible.

Strangely enough, it was the emperor who ordered the confiscation of the Song family's property, and it was also the emperor who seized Xiao Yuanlin's throne.

Many people who were affected by the Qi Wang case, not just her, never thought of seeking revenge against the somewhat tyrannical emperor. Because the emperor's majesty was shrouded in everyone's heart, and the emperor's anger would destroy all the people, so everyone was used to it and never thought of seeking revenge.

If their houses are confiscated, they will be confiscated; if they are beheaded, they will be beheaded.

Xiao Yuanlin's enemy was also the emperor, but he dared to resist and even planted the seeds of revenge in his heart early on.

He and she share the same suffering, yet they are completely different.

His courage made Song Nihuan want to get closer to him and help him.

This "help" certainly does not mean to help him take revenge on Xie Tan.

Song Nihuan looked at Xie Tan and said, "I just feel that... he is very similar to me back then. It would have been nice if someone could have helped me like this back then."

At that time.

Xie Tan knew the time she was talking about.

His heart suddenly tightened and he pulled her into his arms.

After a while, he kissed her forehead and said, "Huan'er, give me the iron ore map."

She raised her eyes to look at him.

The word "offer" is very subtle.

It is only called an offering when it is done in front of everyone.

"Do you want me to go to the palace and offer iron ore as the daughter of a criminal of the previous dynasty?" she asked.

His eyes were burning as he looked at her and said, "Yes. The young mistress of the Xie family is Jiang, not you. You can just use your real name and come to me. There is no need to hide it anymore."

"Besides, there is no such thing as the daughter of a guilty minister. That was a matter of the previous dynasty." Xie Tan hugged her tightly, "Do you know that nowadays, nobles and commoners can marry each other?"

"I know." She sighed, "Brother Tan, how can anyone not like you when you are like this..."

Xie Tan's lips unconsciously lifted up, his chin resting on her shoulder, hugging her tighter, "Then don't like it, just love me."

The next morning, the sun shone through the clouds onto the earth, dyeing the palace walls inch by inch into dazzling gold.

On such an ordinary yet profound day, Song Nihuan, dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, with a dignified and beautiful face, set out on the road towards Xie Tan.

In her hands she held a precious gift - a map of an iron ore vein.

The palace was tall and solemn, and when she stepped in, it was hard not to be overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Just as she was feeling anxious, she saw the emperor sitting on the dragon throne with a fiery look in his eyes.

She bowed respectfully, knelt, and presented him with the map of the iron ore veins.

As the iron ore in Dazhao has been completely mined, this map is truly a timely relief.

The map details the location, size, and reserves of the iron ore veins. It is not only a valuable asset, but also a key resource for Dazhao's current military development. The huge wealth and strength it can bring are immeasurable.

The emperor immediately ordered to strengthen the protection of the mining area to ensure that the iron ore resources would not be stolen by foreign enemies. He immediately appointed an imperial envoy to go to the place marked on the map for exploration.

"This woman did not take the mine for herself. She is very sensible. I think she deserves a reward." Zhou Zhong stepped forward and said.

The emperor smiled and said, "What you said is very much in line with my opinion. You deserve a reward, a big reward."

How could the officials not know that this iron mine was an inestimable fortune for an individual? The fact that this woman was able to obtain the mine and then offer it up was not just a matter of luck. The value of her integrity and her contribution were not comparable to those of previous chaste and heroic women.

With such achievements, the "chastity" and "heroism" unique to women can be ignored.

No one asked her who her husband's family was, or where she came from.

Looking at the emperor and the woman kneeling in the hall gazing at each other, some of those who understood the situation smiled knowingly.

With such a beauty, and coming to the palace alone...it is inevitable that many thoughts arise in everyone's mind.

If the emperor wants to take her into the harem, that's fine, right?

"Song, you are thoughtful." said the emperor.

Song Ni Huan said: "I am only trying my best. Iron ore is rare and should belong to the country."

This was said appropriately, and all the officials on both sides nodded secretly.

The emperor added: "You have made great contributions, so how can I not reward you? Song, wait for the title."

Song Nihuan lifted her skirt and knelt down again.

Suddenly someone asked, "Song, are you married?"

The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder in the hall.