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

Xie Tan was drunk and smelled strongly of alcohol.

The palace maids looked at the drunken emperor, his black undergarment embroidered with gold thread slightly open, his muscular chest covered with crisscross scars, which added to his wild and aggressive look, making him look extremely heroic and handsome.

They came forward and wanted to change his clothes and bathe him.

The emperor was usually so cold and cruel, and rarely did he show his true emotions like this. Seeing the stern young man crying would make anyone feel distressed.

If I could spend a night with His Majesty while he was drunk, and if I was lucky enough to get pregnant, wouldn't that be good fortune from heaven, and would I be rich and powerful just like that? ...

The brave palace maid supported the unconscious emperor, put her arm around his waist, and seduced him, "Let me bathe you..."

Xie Tan pushed the maid's hand away, and the maid fell to the ground without warning. Looking back, she saw the emperor's eyes were as cold as a pond, and his cold voice rang out: "Get out, all of you!"

Song Nihuan returned to the palace. Shuanghua was so surprised to see her that she couldn't even close her mouth. She didn't have time to ask her where she had been. She hurriedly took her to Xie Tan's palace and said, "My lady is finally back. His Majesty, His Majesty wants to abdicate! The imperial edict has been issued and is being kept in the cabinet!"

"Abdicate? Why?" She was stunned. It's only been a few days. What happened? !

Shuang Hua shook her head sadly, thinking that Song Nihuan had no idea of ​​Xie Tan's deep affection for her. She wanted to clear Xie Tan's name, but she didn't know where to start, so she just said, "Madam, do you know that when you were still in Xie's house, His Majesty, who was far away in the northern border, sent many people to look after you? His Majesty...has been watching you all the time."

"His Majesty has kept track of your every move and secretly sent people to... protect you. The night you did not return home, it was His Majesty who sent people to guard the mass grave, so that you could have a peaceful night."

Song Nihuan's heart was in turmoil, "He's guarding me?"

The helplessness I felt at that time and the inability to control my future still make me feel despair when I think about it now.

Only then did she realize that if a woman like her stayed in a place like a mass grave for a night without anyone to look after her, how could she be safe?

Shuanghua nodded and quickened her pace, "Hurry up, my lady, His Majesty is waiting for you!"

The candles in the palace were still on, and the silk curtains on the bed were thick, but even when they were drawn down they still let in a little light.

The candle flame flickered slightly.

Song Nihuan stood in front of the bed, her shadow swaying on the curtains, like a distant dream.

She let out a faint sigh.

Xie Tan opened his eyes, then closed them again, and said with a wry smile: "For so many years, you...always appeared in my dreams."

She leaned over and wiped the wine stains on his lips with a handkerchief dipped in warm water, and said angrily, "Didn't you say you don't drink? You smell like alcohol."

He held her arm and looked at her infatuatedly. Her face was as white as snow, and her long black hair half fell over one shoulder. The candlelight shone through the silk curtain, dimly and solemnly shining on her pretty face.

She seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and her eyes were as bright as when he first met her.

Song Nihuan stood up and put the handkerchief back into the silver basin, soaked it in warm water, and prepared to wash him again.

Xie Tan paused and said, "Forgive me."

"Forgive you?" She paused and a voice came from outside the tent, "Forgive you for what?"

He spoke out the painful things that had been suppressed in his heart: "When the Song family was in trouble, if I had gone to ask my father and Xie Yunji for help, perhaps I could have rescued you and your relatives, but I didn't... Later, I was released by the assassins sent by Xie Yunji and went to the Northern Territory to join the Northern Territory Army. I originally wanted to make achievements and come back to find you, but when I learned that you and Xie Yunji were in harmony, I hesitated. I was afraid that you didn't have me in your heart. Later, I learned that you were seriously ill, and I didn't come back to find you immediately..."

"If I had never hesitated, you wouldn't have suffered. Ni Huan, I'm sorry. You, you hate me, right...?"

Looking at the graceful figure outside the shawl curtain, Xie Tan knew it was a dream, so he dared to express his regret in his heart, "I always hesitate, always hesitate... Just like when I learned of your death, I recalled the Northern Border Army and sent them straight to Yunjing, but, it was also a step too late."

Song Nihuan was a little confused.

Shuanghua just told her that Xie Tan was still concerned about her in the Northern Territory. The whole world was in chaos at that time. Xie Tan, as the general of the Zhenjun Army, had his own troops in the Northern Territory. After learning that she was "seriously ill", he could not return to Yunjing to find her. She could understand that.

But what she didn't understand was that, after he had learned of her "death", why did he summon the Northern Border Army to Yecheng to massacre the city and then go straight to Yunjing?

The folk rumor that he forged the imperial edict is actually true?

"Why? Why did you... secretly recall the troops originally stationed in the northern border? Why did you lead the troops into Yunjing?" she asked.

"I want to see you." Xie Tan said.

"Even if I die?" Song Nihuan stared at him and asked.

Xie Tan smiled bitterly, his heart contracted violently, the dull pain was unbearable, and he said, "I don't want to regret it anymore."

"At that time, Yecheng was lost. The rebels and Xiao Shen joined forces from inside and outside. I attacked for several days but failed to break in. I know that it is tantamount to treason for a general stationed on the border to leave his post and mobilize troops privately, but when I learned of your death, I... couldn't bear it. I just wanted to see you, even if it was... the last time."

Xie Tan closed his eyes, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, "Ni Huan, Huan'er... I'm sorry, I still didn't protect you well... I always seem to be a step late."

The shark silk tent moved. Song Nihuan sat beside him, looking at him and muttering, "To see me? You ignored the riots in the North and arbitrarily transferred the North Army mercenaries to the North, bearing the stigma of being a rebel?"

He struggled to open his eyes and looked at her blurry beautiful face. There were faint tears. He reached out his hand to touch her face, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Don't cry, you still have so many tears..."

"It turns out that what others say about you is not wrong." Song Nihuan said.

"For me, you bear the infamy of the world. Are you a fool?" She looked at him quietly. "Have you ever thought about taking Yecheng and entering Yunjing? If the Sixth Prince did not commit treason, what crime should the late emperor punish you for?"

Xie Tan's eyelids began to grow heavy, and a meaningless smile appeared on his thin lips. "Then I'll go back with you. Apart from you, there is nothing else in this world worth my nostalgia."

The line in Song Nihuan's heart was completely crushed by him.

No one in this world would treat her like Xie Tan.

Like Xie Tan, he completely belongs to her.

In a daze, Xie Tan felt the graceful figure in his dream approaching him.

Her hands were cold as she unbuttoned his shirt and stroked the scar on his chest.

She leaned in and kissed him.

Just like in countless dreams, her skin was smooth, her kiss was passionate and lingering, but her eyes were filled with lingering affection that had never been seen in dreams.

He accepted her kiss in confusion, and his body began to heat up.

But he was used to restraining himself, and these days, he had been restraining his desire for her.

The person in front of me untied her belt, her long dark black hair covered her thin shoulders, her body was snow-white and delicate, with the flickering candlelight, she was like... a goddess.

Those eyes, filled with sparkling tears, were captivating.

He didn't dare look at her and closed his eyes. The heartache came over him again. He called her in a dreamy voice: "Huan'er..."

She smiled with tears in her eyes, held his hand tightly, interlaced his fingers, and said gently: "I'm here."

He had never heard such a gentle response from her, and half of his body felt numb, even in his dreams.

In a dream, this... is a dream!

Since it was just a dream, what was there for him to restrain?

The next moment, the world turned upside down, the candlelight flickered, and Xie Tan turned over in the tent.