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

A few months ago, after Zen Master Xuanzhu jumped off a cliff carrying someone on his back, Xie Tan never gave up looking for Xie Yunji.

You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.

Those Dongchang men could never have imagined that Xie Yunji would return to Yunjing.

Until the young man asked...

Inside the Yuji Palace, the emperor half-leaned on the dragon throne with his eyes closed and raised his hand to press his brow.

The wind is particularly strong tonight, and dark clouds are blown over the red walls and yellow tiles of the Forbidden City.

"Brother Tan?" Song Nihuan lifted her skirt and stepped over the threshold. "Why haven't you come back yet? I came to see you."

He had gone to court in the morning and had not returned by the time of Xu. She felt inexplicably anxious.

Xie Tan stood up, walked down quickly and supported her, "It's so windy outside, why are you still coming?"

She smiled and said, "I want to see you."

Xie Tan's brows relaxed, he welcomed her in and pressed her into the armchair, explaining: "Today, we received a victory message from the border. The army has besieged the enemy troops of the Mu Kingdom in the Helan Mountains. The last of the royal army was killed on the battlefield. The morale of the Mu Kingdom has been broken, and it is just around the corner to conquer the Mu Kingdom. I discussed with the cabinet whether to pursue the victory or wait for them to surrender. The discussion took a while..."

If the Mu Kingdom surrendered voluntarily, the people would surely praise his kindness when they knew about it.

But Xie Tan had been on the battlefield before, and he knew that the situation on the battlefield could change rapidly. If he didn't press on and pursue the enemy, giving them a chance to catch their breath, he didn't know whether it would take even more manpower and energy to wipe them out in the future.

These old ministers in the cabinet have experienced two dynasties and have long lost their sharpness. They are all mediocre people who are accustomed to governing the world with lukewarm methods. They are not used to a young and iron-blooded king like Xie Tan.

Then he began to advise him and use Confucianism and the teachings of Confucius and Mencius to pressure him.

In the past, he would just listen and do what he thought was best.

But now, he wants to establish a queen, and Song Nihuan has no prominent family background, so she can only rely on the people of the world to support her.

So he needs a good reputation now.

Kindness, remembrance, and a pure heart.

"Is it very difficult?" Song Nihuan asked with concern.

Xie Tan shook his head, as if all his worries disappeared after seeing her. He led her to the dragon throne and pushed the midnight snacks from the imperial kitchen on the table in front of her. "Pick something you like? Did you catch a cold on the way here? Did you drink some wind? Have some hot tea to warm your stomach."

Song Nihuan said: "I saw that you didn't come for dinner, so I ate by myself. I'm not hungry now."

He looked at her, hesitant to speak.

She didn't notice his expression, and took out a small brocade box from her bosom and placed it on the table. "Open it and see if you like it. I wanted to give you a surprise, so I had to embroider it away from you, so it took a little longer."

Xie Tan opened the box, and inside lay a black purse with gold weaving.

The color combination is obviously cleverly designed, and it matches the clothes he wears every day.

She smiled and said, "Shall I put it on for you?"

He lowered his eyes, "Why are there no mandarin ducks?"

Song Nihuan thought of this and said, "You are an emperor, but you wear a mandarin duck purse? You will be laughed at. I don't know how to embroider dragons, so I only embroidered auspicious cloud patterns. It should match the dragon-patterned clothes you wear on a daily basis."

Xie Tan's heart sank, and his eyes darkened a little, "I don't want the auspicious cloud pattern."

"Then I'll embroider another one for you." Song Nihuan said, reaching out to put the lotus bag into the box and put it away.

Xie Tan suddenly held her hand and asked, "Have you never thought about being with me for a long time?"

She was confused. "How could that be? Why do you say that?"

He held her chin and lifted her head up, "Do you really love me?"

Then, forehead to forehead, he asked with a bit of paranoia: "Is it only me in your heart?"

"Of course. Are you questioning my feelings for you just because I didn't embroider mandarin ducks on my purse? I didn't embroider mandarin ducks because I thought it would be inappropriate for you to wear it when meeting the officials." Song Nihuan said somewhat displeased.

"Then you can embroider a mandarin duck on the back so they can't see it." Xie Tan said, and then asked, "Is it okay?"

Song Nihuan felt strange when she saw his eager look, as if a mandarin duck could represent her heart and see her sincerity.

"Is it okay?" Xie Tan asked stubbornly when she didn't say anything, "Can you embroider one more on the back for me? You don't have to embroider it with my back, okay?"

"Ah...it's not that I can't, it's just..." There was a sly smile in Song Nihuan's eyes.

"Just what?" Xie Tan frowned, his heart hanging in the air.

Seeing that he was serious, she suddenly smiled, "Gold thread, we don't have enough gold thread. The gold thread on this purse is the same as the one used on your dragon robe. How can such things flow out casually? I picked up the thread ends at the needlework bureau. Oh, Brother Tan is no longer the same as before. It takes a lot of effort to embroider a purse for you."

Xie Tan then realized that she was teasing him, making him think that she didn't want to be with him for a long time, and that she was exclusive to Xie Yunji...

Before Song Nihuan's laughter faded, Xie Tan reached out and pulled her to sit on his lap.

"Let me go!" she struggled. "How can this be? Where are we? How can I sit on you? If someone sees me..."

"What are you afraid of? Just treat it as your own home." Xie Tan smiled, his voice low and gentle. He held her neck with one hand and kissed her lips, "Do you miss me?"

Song Nihuan trembled and resisted a little, but still accepted his kiss.

After knowing that Xie Yunji had arrived in Yunjing, the uncertainty in Xie Tan's heart turned into endless demands. He looked at her in his arms, who obediently accepted his kiss and would even actively come up to him and hug his neck...

But what if she knew that Xie Yunji was still alive? What if she met Xie Yunji?

When Xie Tan thought about how she once cried and said she loved Xie Yunji, and when he thought about how she might leave him, his chest felt like it was breaking.

The silver-haired young man's eyes were red, like a wild beast out of control.

"Do you love me?" Xie Tan's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice between kisses.

Her lips were sucked and bitten by him, and she couldn't speak a complete sentence because of the hot and aggressive feeling...

"Speak." He bit her slender white neck as if punishing her.

Song Nihuan turned her face away and breathed softly against his neck. Her warm breath caused a shudder, which was like another kind of torture for Xie Tan.

She could always arouse his desire so easily.

The first time they met, they knew the taste of love. And he, to her, seemed to have stayed in yesterday. She didn't need to do anything, just a flick of the finger, and he would become uncontrollably chaotic.

"I love you, how can I not love you..." Song Nihuan said softly, "Brother Tan, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he said, tightening his hands around her waist and deepening the kiss, moving down her slender neck like a ferocious beast taking possession of its prey.

Song Nihuan noticed his movements, came to her senses and held his hand.

Xie Tan's wild and unruly side was released, and his rationality was on the verge of breaking down, being severely overwhelmed by the tears she had shed for Xie Yunji and the love she had expressed frankly. He refused to let her go and gently bewitched her: "I love you, don't leave me..."

Song Nihuan's robe was scattered under the dragon chair, and her snow-white shoulders were exposed to the cool air. She leaned against his chest, her voice soft and trembling: "Don't do it here."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He said softly, breathing a little heavily.

This is the Yuji Palace.

Emperors of all dynasties ruled the country from here.

The Golden Palace held the announcement of the royal decree, the congratulations from all nations, and the ascension to the throne as the supreme ruler all took place here.

It was here that he helped the Song family escape from slavery and gave her a new life.

The solemn, complicated, and fearful feelings about this place had already taken root in her heart, but Xie Tan's arousal was wild and gentle, and Song Nihuan's eyes trembled, and her heart softened and sank...

The night is thick as ink.

Noticing her trembling, Xie Tan finally softened his heart, picked up the robe and put it on her, and said gently: "I'll take you back."

However, at this moment, Chen Liang's voice came from outside the palace: "Thank you, thank you, sir?"

These words were particularly clear in the silent night.