winter festival

In the early morning of the next day, the birdsong in the courtyard came alive. Nangong Yan slowly raised her eyes, rubbed her aching head, and gradually regained consciousness.He wanted to lift the quilt and get up, but found that there was an extra fleshy arm beside him. He grabbed the corner of the quilt in shock and finally understood.Tears slid down her fair neck and onto her cool fingers, and the corners of her mouth also bit out blood, staining her lips red.Perhaps because of the violent reaction of the body caused by sobbing, the King of Persia also woke up from his dream. Seeing the scene in front of him, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.He turned around to say something but was interrupted by her.

"You don't have to say anything"

She knew it was a conspiracy, and she also knew her physical condition. She didn't blame anyone. As a woman, as a royal princess, she was just a political pawn, a stepping stone for scheming.After figuring it out, she pulled up the quilt, picked up the clothes, and went behind the screen to put them on one by one.

"Eight princesses, this king will marry you"

The Prince of Persia was full of pity, and could only say this to comfort her.

Nangong Yan didn't respond, leaving him with an indifferent back, dragging her heavy steps to escape from this place that made her despair.

Not long after she left, King Jin came in, and the Prince of Persia was already dressed. "Prince of Persia, you will be my brother-in-law from now on"

"Where you need me, you are welcome." Although the King of Persia showed a kind look on the surface, he began to hate the hard-heartedness of King Jin and the Queen. There was still a bit of innocence left, he laughed at himself in his heart, said goodbye to King Jin, and hurried back to the capital.

After Nangong Yan returned to the palace, she didn't go to greet the queen. She changed her clothes, washed up, and walked towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The emperor was reading the memorial in his study when he heard the announcement from the palace that the eighth princess came to see him.Then he put down the booklet, strode out of the study room, and greeted him kindly. "Son, please greet Father Emperor"

"Excuse me, my good daughter." The emperor took her hand and pulled her to sit down a little closer to him.

"Emperor, do you have something to tell Father, your eyes are red, could it be that you have been wronged?"

"No, I decided to marry the King of Persia, I just asked my father to promise me something."

"Don't you like the Snow King of the Northern Kingdom? Why did you change your mind?"

"If the subject is married to the King of Persia, please remain neutral and don't send troops to attack the northern kingdom."

"You clearly like the Snow King of the Northern Kingdom in your heart, so why should you wrong yourself?"

Nangong Yan got up and knelt down, "I beg my father to promise my son"

Seeing his daughter's appearance like this, the emperor probably guessed something in his heart. He helped the child. She was different from her queen mother. She turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye, but now she is using her daughter's happiness as a bargaining chip in exchange for power.

Yan'er was quite similar to Concubine Zhuang at that time. He had only loved one woman in his life, named Zhuang Mengyuan.But she gave up on herself and left early, letting him spend his whole life boringly in this lonely deep palace. As an emperor, his heart has already been mottled, and he didn't even have time to hear that she and her child called father emperor died young.Everyone is doomed to experience helplessness and regret in his life, even if he is the ninth-five-year-old respected by thousands of people.

"Get up, my father promises you, in the future, Nanguo will still be your support, and my father will still be my father who loves you."

Nangong Yan threw herself into Nangong Xiang's embrace, which was her only support in the world.

She respects and loves her father because she knows that there is still tenderness hidden in the heart of his father who is imprisoned by shackles. Maybe in this life, she is destined not to get that kind of nostalgia.

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