Later that evening, Emperor Junlan and Nan Fengyi had dinner together.

How does it taste?

As Nan Fengyi ate those familiar flavors, he even wondered if his adoptive father was serving him dishes according to his mother's preferences.

"very nice."

Di Junlan: "That's good."

Then she looked at him and asked, "You can handle spicy food really well?"

Nan Fengyi nodded, "I just like it, but my elders at home don't allow me to eat too much."

Emperor Junlan hummed in agreement. It's true that it's not good for a child's health to eat so much spicy food, so controlling it is definitely for his own good.

Looking up, he saw the twinkling starlight in the distance, and Nan Fengyi's eyes were filled with those tiny dots.

"These are prayer lanterns released by the people outside the city."

Nan Fengyi: "Does it happen every year around this time?"

"They are released during festivals, but today is a special day, so I have included it in the festival list."

Nan Fengyi: "Does it have any meaning?"

"Day for Praying for Blessings".

A day specifically for praying for the Regent.

Those who have made great achievements naturally deserve their love and respect.

Just like historical figures like Wei Jie, there is a day to commemorate them.

"When did it start?"

Emperor Junlan: "The year before last."

"We consulted everyone's opinions and finally established this rule in the system. This is the second time this year that we have held a prayer day."

Nan Fengyi sighed inwardly.

If her mother knew, not only would she have people making offerings to her, but someone would also have specially arranged a day of prayer for her…

These are things that only the deceased possess.

Will it shorten my lifespan?

Later, there was no one left.

Di Junlan led Nan Fengyi downstairs to the tombstone.

Nan Fengyi stared at the three words "Regent Queen" on the paper: Murong Jin, and then his eyelids began to twitch wildly.

My mother's name.

Should he kneel down or not?

If I kneel down, I'll be admitting that my mother is gone... If I don't kneel, won't people suspect me?

Di Junlan sat down directly next to him and looked at the child standing there. The child's eyes were somewhat vacant, and then he stood still.

"What's wrong?"

Nan Fengyi: "It's nothing." He then sat cross-legged next to Di Junlan.

"Is this the person you love?"

"Um."

Nan Fengyi: "But I heard that he is a man."

"So what if he's a man? As long as I like him, that's all that matters."

Looking at the seriousness on his face, Nan Fengyi said, "Shouldn't the world forbid an emperor from liking a man?"

"Since I am now in the highest position, what does it matter to me whether they allow it or not?"

"If I tell them to die, do you think they'll just obediently die?"

Nan Fengyi chuckled.

People always tend to impose their own ideas on others, and they can't stand it when others refuse.

Nan Fengyi looked at the man with gentle eyes, especially as he began to talk about what had happened in the past few days, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance and grievance.

He really loves his mother.

"If she hadn't died, would you have stayed with her forever?"

Di Junlan: "Of course, she can give up the throne. After all, she can easily overcome any obstacle in this world."

"On the contrary, if she were to sit on the throne, there would be more obedient people in the world."

"I had always wanted to marry into her Regent's Palace and become her only Regent's Consort."

Nan Fengyi: "..."

Seeing the person speaking more and more gently, Nan Fengyi fell silent.

Is he wrong?

He didn't.

Is there anything wrong with the mother?

She didn't have any either.

Is love really such a complicated issue?

He doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to understand for the time being.

There was another person sitting on the ground next to them.

Ankesen held a jar of wine in his hand. "Your Majesty, would you like some?"

Then he looked at Nan Fengyi and said, "Young Master, you are still young and cannot drink alcohol."

Nan Fengyi took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained juice.

Ankersen: "..."

The three of them sat there, and without the usual pressure of their status, An Kesen was visibly more relaxed.

"Your Majesty, although the ministers dare not speak to you about allowing you to take concubines, they all secretly wish for you to have a child."

"After all, the throne is inherited by the royal bloodline."

Nan Fengyi: "..." So you're saying this to my face because I'm not of royal blood? Can you please consider this before you speak? I'm the person involved, and I'm right here.

An Kesen looked at Nan Fengyi, "It's not that I'm talking about you. You were forced into it too. After all, you didn't want to sit in that position, did you?"

Nan Fengyi took a sip of juice gracefully, then chuckled softly, his eyes turning somewhat cold. "If I were to say, I would like to sit down."

Looking at the seriousness on his face, Ankesen felt for a moment as if he were seeing the Regent. "You."

"Even if you say that, no one but His Majesty would be willing."

Nan Fengyi: "It's not that bad. If I wanted to, this position would be mine."

What a boastful tone.

In an instant, this was the first thing that came to Ankesen's mind.

"The emperor is still here. What you're saying is tantamount to rebellion."

Di Junlan didn't speak, his gaze remaining fixed on Nan Fengyi.

To be honest, he could feel the surprises this little guy brought him every moment.

Now, she looks even more like the cold and ruthless Ah Jin.

"rebel?"

"If the will of the people is there, then it is not a rebellion."

Nan Fengyi looked up at An Kesen, his eyes eerily calm.

Ankesen's heart skipped a beat, "You..."

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!