Although he said so, Nan Yan didn't speak immediately, but looked at him with red eyes that were dry from tears.
The two looked at each other for a long time, silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Nan Yan finally opened her mouth, but instead of making a request, she asked: "This time, the emperor originally - originally, wanted to kill me, right?"
"..."
"The emperor wants me to die, right?"
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her red eyes.
He's never been unabashed about what he does, good or bad.
But it was the first time, and some couldn't open their mouths.
But, after all, he was calm and nodded: "Yes."
Tears welled up from dry eyes again, Nan Yan looked at the man, at the face that haunted her, and said with a sob: "Why did the emperor treat me like this?"
"..."
"Is it because of the technique of disgusting victory?"
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and said, "Did you do it?"
Nan Yan shook her head firmly: "No."
Not a surprising answer.
Therefore, he also said calmly: "Zhen, it's not because of this."
For a moment, Nan Yan felt that the pain all over her body was screaming at this moment, as if they wanted to push her into a desperate situation all at once. She raised her eyes to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's because, slave girl and Mrs. Jane... the emperor thought that slave girl wanted to leave the palace, didn't he?"
When this matter was mentioned, Zhu Feng's eyes turned red.
He said in a deep voice, "Yes."
Nan Yan choked with sobs and said, "It's because the servant wants to leave... the emperor wants to leave the palace, is the emperor angry?"
"..."
Zhu Feng was a little speechless.
Because a female official wants to leave the palace, and if she wants to leave, she will kill her. He can't do this kind of thing.
But he did, almost killed Si Nanyan.
Clearly seeing the strangle marks left on her neck, which were the wounds that almost killed her, Zhu Feng only felt a dull pain in his chest, which made him grit his teeth, and in the end, he could only muffled "Yeah" With a sound.
This answer made Nan Yan's tears fall from the corners of her eyes again.
"Slave... can't you go?"
"..."
This time, Zhu Feng's breath became more serious.
He lowered his head, with his hands still on both sides of her body, imprisoning her under his body, more like imprisoning her in a cage of his own.
He said word by word: "Of course not."
"..."
"You have appeared by my side, and you have made me—"
"..."
"Of course you can't go."
"..."
"You can't just walk away like this."
"..."
"I won't let you go."
Hearing his words that were unquestionable and indestructible like a decree, Nan Yan's tears flowed even more fiercely.
Soon, the pillow was soaked in a large area.
Seeing her crying silently, with her whole body trembling under his body, Zhu Feng felt that the tip of his heart ached as if someone had taken it off. He raised a hand, trying to wipe her tears.
And Nan Yan turned over, facing the wall, curled up into a ball.
She is avoiding him.
Zhu Feng frowned.
He should have been angry at first, a servant girl avoided him like this, he should be furious, but now, all the anger was suppressed by the pain like a needle in his heart.
He slowly lay down, lying beside her, and took this little girl who wanted to avoid him but couldn't avoid it into his arms.
Her tears finally soaked into his arms.