Nan Yan didn't speak, just lowered her head.
Zhu Feng's tone became more serious: "Could it be that you are still angry with me, or that you still don't trust me?"
Nan Yan lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"If I can't trust the emperor, I won't say those things to the emperor."
At that time, she was indeed talking in anger.
Because there is no way to vent the grief and anger in her heart—everyone in Jane’s family is a good person, and they gave her family-like warmth when she was in the most difficult time. The harmonious and warm family ended up in such a tragic end, and I feel even more distressed about Jian Ruocheng's situation.
In addition, at that time, Zhu Feng even doubted her relationship with Li Bushang.
Therefore, when she realized that Zhu Feng had sent someone back to Beiping to find the Jian family, she almost subconsciously vented her anger on him.
However, as long as she calmed down a little, she knew that the truth was not like that.
She also believed that with Zhu Feng's heart, if he really wanted to kill someone, he would do it openly and vigorously, and would not use such means, let alone deny it in front of her.
But-
Zhu Feng said: "Since you trust me, why do you still stay here?"
"..."
Nan Yan gritted her teeth, then raised her head to look at him, and said, "I trust the emperor, does the emperor trust me again?"
"..."
"The emperor asks himself, who do you really trust?"
"..."
Tears flickered in Nan Yan's eyes, and he choked up and said, "The emperor fully believes in Qin Ruolan."
Zhu Feng frowned.
He was about to say something, but Nan Yan had already said coldly: "Any word or word of hers can generate so much power in the heart of the emperor; but for me, no matter what I say or do, the emperor will always Turn a blind eye."
"..."
"Since you don't want to believe me, why should you keep me by your side?"
Zhu Feng's brows suddenly twisted into the word "Chuan".
His chest heaved violently, as if some emotion was swelling in his chest, almost bursting out, but he still gritted his teeth, suppressed himself as much as possible, and only said in a deep voice: "Could it be, no matter what I say, you won't Are you willing to go back with me? You must stay here?"
"..."
He always avoided talking about that woman.
Nan Yan looked at him, and the tears in her eyes seemed to dry up a little more.
That kind of difficult gaze made people feel sad.
"I still say that," she said.
"..."
"The emperor still thinks that he is not wrong at all?"
"..."
Zhu Feng's face suddenly darkened.
This is not the first time he has heard this sentence. After the turmoil in Jian's house, Nan Yan once asked him this question.
No one dared to ask him that.
No one dared to raise such a question twice in front of him.
Because, from ancient times to the present, the emperor is not wrong.
Even if there is a mistake, it is because the people below did not give immediate dissuasion, and did not think carefully for the emperor to make mistakes, and the emperor himself is not wrong, even if he has made a mistake, it must be right.
This is the dignity of the emperor.
However, this little girl was challenging his dignity for the second time.
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to say?"
Nan Yan looked at him firmly: "I want the emperor to answer me, whose fault is this matter with the Jian family."
"..."
The morning light shines gently on their faces through the window, and their bodies still have the charming aura left by last night's lingering lingering, and even each other's bodies still have each other's scent.
Nan Yan leaned in his arms, a thin blanket wrapped her snow-white body, revealing her slender neck and bony collarbone.
This was originally a beautiful picture.
This should have been a gentle morning.
But at this moment, the charming feeling left in the two people's bodies last night is fading little by little, and the warmth dyed by the pressing of the skin is also dissipated bit by bit by the coldness in the heart.
My heart is getting cold.
Zhu Feng looked at her with a frown, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
Nan Yan also looked at him.
Her gaze is not cold, nor does it contain resentment, but there is a kind of stubbornness that cannot be suppressed, like a light in the dark, although it is slim, but as long as it exists, it can never be defeated.
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Si Nanyan, do you know who you are talking to!"
"..."
"Do you know that no one can talk to me like that!"
"..."
"Are you going to use this method to punish yourself, to punish me?"
Nan Yan looked at him, the stubbornness in her eyes revealed a trace of desolation, she tremblingly said: "Your Majesty, do you know that the members of the Jian family are dead."
"..."
"Dead, dead means that you will never come back."
Zhu Feng's breath was suddenly suffocated.
These words, like a knife, stabbed hard in his chest.
Nan Yan's voice was even more choked up, and she said hoarsely, "I'm missing a piece in my heart, and I'll never make it up."
"..."
"I stayed in the cold palace not to hurt myself, nor to punish anyone through this. It's just that before the emperor answers my question, I have no way to return to the original place, let alone return to the original life. "
…
Finally, in the misty morning mist, Eunuch Yu saw Zhu Feng's figure slowly walking out of the cold palace.
He happily went forward.
"emperor!"
The dense fog made Zhu Feng's eyes blurry, but it was clear that the bloodthirsty breath like a beast last night had completely disappeared after this night.
He actually calmed down.
Eunuch Yu finally let go of his heart that had been hanging all night.
He said cautiously: "Did the emperor spend last night in the cold palace—with the imperial concubine?"
"..."
"Your majesty, why didn't you take your mother out of the cold palace?"
"..."
As soon as this sentence was finished, Zhu Feng's eyes flickered again.
Only then did Eunuch Yu realize that Zhu Feng, who had always been majestic and heroic, as if the whole world was under his control, exuded an aura of almost helplessness.
He has never been like this.
However, when he faced the petite woman in his arms, and faced the tenacity in her eyes as weak as a candle in the wind, he always felt that he was so powerless to her.
Eunuch Yu immediately calmed down.
But Zhu Feng turned his head and looked at the deep and cold Leng Gong.
In my ears, Nanyan's desolate voice seemed to echo——
"I will accompany the emperor through all the storms and joys and sorrows. But it doesn't mean that I don't have my own joys, sorrows and sorrows."