Seeing her silent appearance, Zhu Feng slowly bent down, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "Nan Yan, you—"
"..."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"..."
A smile seemed to flash across Nan Yan's face, looking at her calmly
Although she didn't say a word, the faint smile on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows made people see clearly. She seemed to be saying: so what if I told you
Zhu Feng's throat was originally as if it had been scorched by fire, but at this moment, it became even more dry and uncomfortably dry.
yes.
so what
As a noble concubine, why didn't she know what consequences would be borne for any crime
Now that she has confessed to such a "crime" in public on such an important occasion as offering sacrifices at the altar, she has already made up her mind to die. What happened after that is for a person who is not even afraid of death. , what is it
She doesn't care at all.
But the more he understood this point, the more uncomfortable Zhu Feng felt.
Just now it felt like a needle prick, but now, it was like a blunt knife was cutting his heart bit by bit.
No wounds, no blood.
However, the pain was so painful that he, who had fought in the battlefield all year round and suffered countless injuries, couldn't bear it.
but-
His mind was full, but he could only think of one thing.
How painful was she at that time
Thinking of this, he almost wanted to grab Nan Yan's hand, but he just let go of that hand and put it back under the quilt. Now, she doesn't have to warm her by herself.
On the contrary, it seems that he holds the world in his hands, but he can't even grasp what he wants to grasp.
His fingertips were as cold as ice.
Zhu Feng was silent for a long time, looking into Nan Yan's eyes: "Have you ever regretted it?"
Nan Yan looked up at him.
regret
Have you ever regretted it
Perhaps even Nanyan himself had thought about this question countless times, but every time he tried to test himself, the answer he got was the same.
She said lightly: "No."
"...!"
Zhu Feng's heart skipped a beat.
And Nanyan then said calmly: "At that time, I was willing."
"...!"
Zhu Feng's breathing was suffocated again.
At that time... willingly...
that time…
Zhu Feng looked at her thin, pale, but stubborn face, and the powerlessness he always felt only in her body, at this time, spread again, spreading all over his body.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Feng asked in a hoarse voice, "At that time, I was willing."
"..."
"what about now?"
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak, but slowly raised her head to look at him, her gaze was so calm that there wasn't even a trace of fluctuation.
But Zhu Feng's heart seemed to be driven into the cold seabed by a huge wave.
Nan Yan didn't speak because she had already answered, but at this moment, she couldn't say these words.
Why ask
Her eyes said everything.
Yes, why ask
She was still with him, and she wasn't going anywhere—and nowhere else.
She looked the same as before.
However, there is one thing that is different.
She will no longer be that Si Nanyan who is desperate for him, even disregarding life and death. To him, she no longer has no regrets or no regrets.
She was still his imperial concubine, but she was no longer his Si Nanyan.
(end of this chapter)