Song Ying remained silent for a long time. He had been sent to Chaoyu for the sake of peace with Persia.

Nan Yu waved her hand, leaned back in her chair, held the agate string in her right hand and turned it around, glancing slightly out the window. The sky was getting dark, the rain was still pouring down, and the air was damp.

"You can return to Persia and serve your country."

Song Ying looked at the young emperor with a complicated expression and said, "Your Majesty said that once I came to Chaoyu, I became a citizen of Chaoyu. Why are you trying to drive me away now?"

Nan Yu pushed the beaded string to her wrist, got up from the pearwood chair, walked around the table and Song Ying, and went to the couch to drink tea.

Song Ying stood still, separated from the other by a curtain. There were small pastries and fruits next to the tea. Since she hadn't eaten enough at noon, Deng Xin took a piece of chestnut cake and ate it. It had a delicate texture and tasted delicious.

If he chokes, he drinks tea.

Until I finished a cup of tea.

Song Ying told Wei Yuanhua and the others to leave.

Song Ying was enjoying the Emperor's favor, so Eunuch Wei had no choice but to obey. Song Ying went over and locked the door. Nan Yu could see her, but she only glanced at her twice, picked up the teapot handle, and filled the cup.

Before they could even drink, Song Ying came over and sat down in the direction of Nan Yu, placing her hand on the little emperor's thigh. The lamp wick pushed his hand away.

Song Ying continued, moving closer to the young emperor, pinching his waist and shifting his back: "I want it."

Nan Yu glared at him, then pushed him away. Song Ying swayed and deliberately threw himself into the little emperor's arms, pressing his elbow in an inappropriate spot. He lifted his arm, but not very hard.

Nan Yu: "Get lost!"

Song Ying: "Your Majesty may do as you please."

He pulled the young emperor down, pressing him down, and pressed his lips down as well, stopping just a finger's width away from speaking: "I am already your man, and should be one with Chao Yurongsui. Persia is biased towards Jingguo, and I know what to do."

After saying that, he lowered his head to kiss her.

Nan Yu turned her head away to prevent him from kissing her, saying, "Go back."

Song Ying pulled his head closer, his brows furrowed slightly: "Your Majesty doesn't believe me?"

Nan Yu tried to push his head away; he was so close, she could feel his breath. But as soon as she reached out, he grabbed her head and pressed it down. She opened her mouth, but Song Ying, that dog, wouldn't even give her a chance to speak.

I took off my clothes and started the fun I hadn't finished in the afternoon.

Nan Yu felt increasingly that he had grown increasingly audacious. How dare a male favorite force himself on the emperor! In pain, he cried out, "I will cut off your head!"

Song Ying laughed, beads of sweat from her forehead dripping down her cheeks and into the little emperor's mouth, tasting a little salty.

"Ptooey!" Deng Xin spat, pushing Song Ying's face away.

That lecherous bastard is even more shameless than me!

...

...

Summer and autumn have passed, and winter has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Nan Yu's hands and feet get cold in winter, probably because he's been emperor for too long. Sometimes he can really lose his temper. After court, he would pick up a memorial from the frontier and his face would turn sour from the very first word.

Song Ying was grinding ink when he was suddenly hit in the chest by a folding paper.

He paused slightly, put down the ink stick, bent down to pick up the folded document, and placed it on a corner of the desk. Nan Yu caught a glimpse of it and angrily slammed the document down.

Song Ying stopped picking them up. "Your Majesty."

Nan Yu stared intently at the memorial on the ground, his tone heavy, clearly indicating that he was furious.

"It's you! The Persians have taken advantage of our kindness! They united with other nations to annex our border city of Yu! Song Ying! You're finished!"

After that day, Song Ying still pleaded with the young emperor.

Let him give the Persians a chance.

After all, it was the motherland. He wrote a letter back to Persia, hoping that the Persian king would not be used by Jingguo. Both were great powers, and if he sided with Chaoyu, he would still have a way to survive.

Persia received the letter, and peace was restored on the border.

I never expected there to be such a big surprise over there.

After four or five months of peace, they united with other small countries and relied on the Yasukuni Kingdom for support. Now they have directly invaded Chaoyu and swallowed up a small border town. Although the area is not large, matters of territory, no matter how small, are still important.

Nan Yu was furious.

Emperor Chao Yu might have been right all along; he may have already foreseen this when he was torturing Song Ying.

The destruction of Persia was probably motivated by a desire to see Song Ying suffer, and also by the provocation from the other side.

Song Ying was shocked that her motherland was so cruel, and quickly knelt down.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was wrong. I am willing to lead troops to the frontier and reclaim the lost territory."

There is no room for personal feelings when national affairs are at stake. Nan Yu kicked Song Ying in the chest, knocking him to the ground. "I'm letting you lead the troops, Song Ying. You have Persian blood in your veins!"

There are principles to consider when choosing lamp wicks.

The original owner wasn't a good-for-nothing; he had to shoulder the future of the dynasty. With cooperation between Persia, Nan Zhang, Lin Yi, and other countries, and Persia taking the lead, even Nan Yu, who liked Song Ying, couldn't help but get angry.

If it weren't for his pleading...

Persia is bound to suffer a great deal.

Nan Yu felt that she was also at fault.

In important matters, a few kind words can easily appease the other party. In reality, an emperor must be hard-hearted, especially on such sensitive issues.

Song Ying remained silent for a moment, then said, "I can act as an envoy to negotiate."

Nan Yu: "Get out!"

Song Ying looked up, her brows furrowed: "I was wrong about this. If Your Majesty allows, I would like to return to Persia. My father would never do such a thing."

If he truly harbored rebellious intentions, why send him to Chaoyu?

Was it all just to restrain and confuse Emperor Chao Yu?

If that's the case, then the level of heartbreak is beyond ten stars. Song Ying was spoiled since childhood, otherwise she wouldn't have protected the Persians so much. Once it's confirmed, it's equivalent to a betrayal.

They are still close relatives.

The extent to which their beliefs were shattered is unimaginable.

"If you go back and get dragged into this mess, do you want me to die too?"

Song Ying panicked and hurriedly stood up to hug the little emperor, shouting, "Kneel down!"

Song Ying had no choice but to let go and kneel down again. Unable to hug her waist, he tried to hug her legs instead. "No, I would rather die than let you die. I just want to know the reason. Please believe me this once, okay?"

Nan Yu bent down and glared at him:

"No need. I will send troops immediately. Persia will pay the price! Your hatred for me is useless!"

Song Ying reached out and held the young emperor's hand. The lamp wick was not resistant to the cold, and his hands and feet were icy cold. Even though he was dressed in many layers, his body temperature was still cold when he put his hand inside to touch it. Not to mention the exposed parts.

The entire palm was reddish-purple.

Song Ying tucked his hand into her sleeve. The man was like a heater, warm and cozy. The wick couldn't resist burrowing a little deeper inside; it felt so comfortable.

You should also slip your other hand in.

Song Ying embraced the young emperor and kissed his forehead.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong. Please don't be angry. I'll clean up the mess I made. I don't hate Your Majesty. I've put Your Majesty in a difficult position. I deserve to die. I'll send Lin Xiao back to find out the reason, okay?"

Song Ying gently soothed Nan Yu's anger, gradually extinguishing it.

He pulled his hand out and poked Song Ying's chest. "You'd better be telling the truth. If I find out you've stabbed me in the back, I'll skin you alive!"

Song Ying nodded.

Deng Xin summoned the ministers to discuss countermeasures. He went back and found the servant he had brought from Persia. Song Ying had been sleeping with Nan Yu all along, and the young emperor still hadn't ordered him to move out of the cold palace.

So the eunuchs and palace maids who took care of him are still living in the Cold Palace. Because he is favored, the servants have an easy life and don't have to worry about their masters' moods.