Nan Zhiyun looked at the envelope in Xing Lai's hand, and her usually dry eyes finally showed some emotion.

"A letter from my father?" Nan Zhiyun seemed a little incredulous. Nan Su rarely wrote letters, after all, his current status was special, so he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble. Nan Su basically didn't write any.

"Yes, General Nan is about to return to the capital, so this letter was sent back along with the documents for his return. His Majesty was probably still angry before, so he didn't send this letter. Now, I've sent it to you." Xinglai was spouting nonsense without hesitation.

Nan Zhiyun couldn't sit still any longer, so she quickly took the envelopes. There was nothing written on the envelopes, but when she opened them, the handwriting inside was very familiar; it looked like her father's.

The letter was short, only a few sentences long, but Nan Zhiyun believed it as soon as she saw the first sentence, because only her father would call her "Nannan".

Seeing that Nan Zhiyun believed him, Xinglai couldn't help but admire His Majesty's skill. In fact, Yu Jingchen had heard Nan Su call Nan Zhiyun "Nannan" before, and Nan Su had also written letters back to Nan Zhiyun before, but he hadn't delivered them. This was just a way of returning the favor.

Nan Zhiyun glanced at it; it was just a few sentences, but it could be summarized in one sentence.

"Don't worry, my dear. Father is well. The journey back to the capital is long, about half a month. Father will return to the capital to reunite with you."

Fortunately, he didn't actually see the contents, but... he still couldn't imagine that his own emperor would write a letter to Consort Shu in the tone of General Nan. It was simply too unbelievable.

Tears streamed down Nan Zhiyun's face after reading these words. In fact, if you count her previous life, she hadn't seen her father for several years. When she died in her previous life, her father had just returned, and she left forever before she could say a word to him.

Nan Zhiyun felt guilty and thought she was very unfilial. How much pain must her father have suffered after her death in her previous life? Her father had told her long ago not to enter the palace, but she did not listen to his advice and ended up ruining the Nan family. She was truly a sinner.

"Your Majesty need not be sad. General Nan will be back soon. He has won another victory. When the time comes, he will ask His Majesty for a favor, and His Majesty will surely allow you to reunite," Xinglai said, offering words of comfort.

Nan Zhiyun did not answer, and fortunately, she was quite sensible and, given the current situation, found an excuse to leave. After he returned to Zichen Palace, Yu Jingchen was still processing the memorials from that day.

"Your Majesty, this servant has already delivered the letter, and Her Majesty has read it. Moreover, Her Majesty believes that the letter was written by General Nan himself," Xinglai quickly reported.

Yu Jingchen simply replied with a "hmm," and didn't ask any further questions.

Fortunately, it seemed a bit strange, but she didn't dare to ask, however...

"Her Highness Consort Shu cried bitterly after reading this letter," Xinglai said.

Sure enough, Yu Jingchen's hand paused slightly, but only for a moment, and he quickly returned to normal.

"This servant suspects that Consort Shu must miss General Nan terribly. The maids serving Consort Shu today were saying that since she got up this morning, she has been sitting by the window without saying a word, just sitting there blankly, not even eating anything." Xing Lai continued, and Yu Jingchen finally looked up when he heard this.

"Who is she trying to impress with that half-dead look? Order the imperial kitchen to send her the food, and have someone watch her eat it. If she refuses, I will personally go and have it all stuffed into her mouth." Yu Jingchen seemed angry.

"Yes..." Xinglai understood perfectly. Although His Majesty seemed angry, it was clearly because Consort Shu wasn't eating. His Majesty just didn't understand his own feelings. He sighed, fearing that one day His Majesty might do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

When the imperial kitchen staff heard that it was His Majesty's personal order, they didn't dare to be careless at all and immediately prepared a fresh batch and sent it over. However, Nan Zhiyun really had no appetite looking at this table of food; just thinking about what happened yesterday made her nauseous.

"I'm not eating, let's take it away." Nan Zhiyun looked away.

"Your Highness, this is His Majesty's order. If you don't eat it, His Majesty might be displeased." The servants below were also in a difficult position.

Nan Zhiyun didn't want to talk to them anymore; she felt suffocated.

"Your Highness, you should at least eat something. Your body won't be able to take it if you keep going like this," Qianxia also advised.

"I'm not eating, I have no appetite, take everything away." Nan Zhiyun said the same two sentences as always.

"Your Highness, please forgive us. His Majesty specifically said that if Your Highness does not eat, His Majesty will personally come and watch you eat in a little while." The servant continued, there was really no other way. Since Nan Zhiyun was not eating, they could only bring up Yu Jingchen's words.

Nan Zhiyun was annoyed by these words. Why did everything in her life have to be controlled by him? Why did she have to obey him whenever he was unhappy? Why did he always use such methods to force her to submit to whatever fate had in store for her?

Yes… he was the emperor, an emperor with absolute power, an emperor whose word was law, an emperor who ruled by himself… brutal, ruthless, and cold-blooded…

Nan Zhiyun suddenly felt a sense of resentment. She wanted to fight back, but... how could she possibly win? Hadn't she learned enough lessons from these past few times? The words he had whispered in her ear were like a curse, impossible to shake off.

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