"Are you... An Rongjun?"

Feng Ling narrowed her starry eyes slightly under the smoke-covered fence, and looked at the handsome man in front of her with confusion, who had not changed much from before.

Suddenly hearing the other party call him "An Rongjun", and the voice was extremely familiar, An Zihao's heart was shocked, his eyes widened, his face full of astonishment, staring straight at the man in front of him who was dressed in white and wearing a veil on his head.

That deep and magnetic voice, with its coolness and clarity, held an irresistible charm. This voice was incredibly familiar to him!

Countless times, to please Nalan Yunzhi, An Zihao painstakingly imitated Feng Lingyan in every way. From her dress and mannerisms to her speech and behavior, he tried his best to be exactly like Feng Lingyan. He even pretended to be refined, diligently studying various arts like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting just to gain Nalan Yunzhi's attention...

"You, you, you...you are..."

An Zihao's finger trembled as he slowly pointed at Feng Lingyan, his eyes filled with endless shock and disbelief. As if witnessing the most incredible sight, he froze in place, bewildered.

Although An Zihao had once suspected that Feng Lingqian was Feng Lingyan and had even sent An Ning to assassinate him, the shock of seeing the man who should have been dead suddenly appear before him caused An Zihao to lose consciousness for a moment.

"Where did you come from, you vixen?" A crazy, disgraced courtier pushed An Zihao aside.

However, at that moment, a group of inner court guards suddenly burst into the Wutong Palace courtyard. With their well-trained skills, they swiftly and forcibly separated the group of crazed, disgraced servants who had been tightly surrounding Feng Lingyan. In the blink of an eye, only An Zihao was left standing in the center of the courtyard, staring at Feng Lingyan.

Feng Lingyan tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the frantic men being dragged away. Then, carrying the food basket in her hand, she walked resolutely towards a pavilion in the courtyard and sat down firmly inside. Seeing this, An Zihao followed without hesitation.

"I never thought that I, An Zihao, would actually see Brother Queen Feng here." An Zihao sat directly opposite Feng Lingyan, with an unconcealable bitter smile on his face.

His efforts and meticulous planning were in vain, but in the end, all his efforts were in vain. Furthermore, Feng Lingyan was not only safe and sound, but had even returned to the Imperial Palace after seventeen years. Feng Lingyan's biological daughter, Nalan Qingcheng, was now a crown princess and held in high esteem.

What about him? He ended up trapped in the cold palace, never seeing the light of day! Every day was spent in fear, terrified that if the emperor was in a bad mood, he would be beheaded - life and death, only depended on the emperor's whim.

Thinking of this, An Zihao couldn't help but feel a wave of endless sadness rising from the soles of his feet and rushing straight into his heart...

"An Rongjun is still as intelligent as ever," Feng Lingyan murmured in admiration as she raised her hand and gracefully peeled back the veil covering his face. As the veil slowly fell, a handsome, imposing face suddenly appeared before An Zihao.

"Feng Lingyan? It's really you?!" An Zihao jumped up in astonishment when he saw this handsome and youthful-looking man suddenly appear in front of him.

"Why? Are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"

Feng Lingyan's lips curled up slightly, a smile full of irony. At the same time, he reached out and pulled out several plates of exquisitely prepared dishes from the food basket beside him. He placed them on the stone table in the pavilion and placed two empty wine glasses in the center.

Although Feng Lingyan had always disdained to use her status as empress to pressure others, facing An Zihao, who had repeatedly plotted against her, he was no longer the kind and benevolent Feng Lingyan of the past. Now, to protect those he cherished, he would do anything, even if it meant transforming into a demon and falling into darkness.

As the saying goes, killing someone is like destroying their heart. Feng Lingyan didn't mind letting An Zihao know clearly that she could easily obtain everything he had been scheming to get.

As expected, when An Zihao heard Feng Lingyan refer to herself as "this palace," he was momentarily stunned. As the Emperor's legitimate wife, Feng Lingyan was the head of the harem, and naturally had the right to call herself "this palace" in front of any of the concubines.

"Brother Queen Feng seems a little different from before!" An Zihao looked directly at Feng Lingyan and said slowly.

Feng Lingyan flicked the nonexistent dust off her sleeves and said calmly, "Time passes, and people's thoughts... naturally change."

As Feng Lingyan spoke, she took out a mandarin duck wine pot from the food basket, pressed the mechanism, and poured wine into the two cups on the table, one of which was poisonous and the other was not.

An Zihao glanced leisurely at the dishes and wine on the table, and said with a half-smile, "Brother Feng is truly generous. Even the food he sends to the cold palace is more exquisite than others."

Feng Lingyan flicked her sleeves and said nonchalantly, "I prepared this specially for An Rongjun, so of course I put a lot of thought into it."

An Zihao raised his hand lightly, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and picked up a piece of meat. He sneered inwardly. Not long ago, he dared not eat too much in order to maintain his figure, but now he actually showed a desire for it...

"Did the imperial kitchen get a new chef? The taste seems a little different." An Zihao commented while eating.

Feng Lingyan smiled slightly, "It's right that it's different, because... I made it myself."

An Zihao was surprised to hear this, but then he felt relieved. Dying at Feng Lingyan's hands was better than being beheaded by the Dali Temple...

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