Chapter 872: Persuading the Emperor to Favor You
For some reason, after listening to what Feng Shu said about Marquis Bowang, Nan Yan felt her thoughts became even more confused.
Marquis of Bowang, in the Western Regions.
It turned out that he was not really dead, but just missing. No wonder no one in Yan Country could find any trace of him, because he was in the Western Regions.
But--
Why would Marquis Bowang, who had parents and a family business, run to the distant Western Regions?
Nan Yan thought for a moment and asked, "Have you asked him why he was in the Western Regions?"
Feng Shu glanced at her and said, "Why should I ask him this question?"
“…”
Nan Yan was speechless.
Indeed, according to Feng Shu, she was still wandering at that time. At such a young age, she naturally did not know Marquis Bowang of Yan State. She only knew that this person had saved her, so how could she ask him such a question for no reason.
As she spoke, Feng Shu took another look at the person in the painting and said, "My Lady, why is there a portrait of him here? Do you know him, or—"
Nan Yan took a breath and said, "He is my uncle and the Marquis of Bowang of Yan State."
"ah?!"
This time, Feng Shu was also shocked.
She opened her beautiful eyes wide in astonishment, staring at the person in the painting, and murmured, "Your uncle? Marquis Bowang? How could he—"
"I also find it strange and want to know the answer."
Nan Yan looked at her seriously and said, "So if you can remember anything, try your best to think about it and then tell me."
“…”
Feng Shu didn't say anything, but frowned.
Judging from her appearance, she was indeed thinking seriously.
After a long while, a light flashed in her eyes, as if she remembered something, and she said softly: "I remember that time when he saved me. I woke up in his house. When I was still half-conscious, I was extremely grateful to him and asked him if he was a god."
“…”
This sounds like something a little girl would say.
When people are down and out, they often place their hopes on gods and Buddhas. Those who save them will naturally be deified by themselves.
It is not surprising that she regards Marquis Bowang as a god.
Nan Yan asked, "What did he say?"
Feng Shu said, "I remember that he looked melancholy, even a little helpless. He told me - I'm not a god, I'm just a useless mortal."
Nan Yan frowned slightly.
This doesn't sound like something that Marquis Bowang, who once had great power and helped Emperor Gao establish his country, would say.
She said, "Why would he say that?"
Feng Shu said, "I also found it strange, because at that time I had been ill for a long time and thought I was going to die, but she easily saved me. I asked her, you saved me, like a god, how could you be a useless mortal?"
Nan Yan asked, "What did he say?"
Feng Shu said: "He told me that although he could save me, he couldn't save the person he loved the most. He was the most useless person in the world."
“……!”
Nan Yan's heart suddenly trembled.
Is there no way to save the person you love most?
Who is Marquis Bowang’s most beloved person?
Is it Princess Tana? Or is it—
Nan Yan stared at Feng Shu anxiously: "Did he tell her who his beloved is? Have you seen the people around him?"
Feng Shu shook her head slightly.
She thought hard for a moment and said, "It's been many years. I don't remember clearly, but I didn't see anyone around him."
“…”
"The only thing I remember about him now is that he was a lonely and sad person from the inside out."
From the inside out, there is loneliness and sadness.
Hearing this, Nan Yan's heart couldn't help but ache.
Speaking of which, Feng Shu met him when she was very young. Even such a young child could feel his loneliness and sadness. It is conceivable how lonely and sad this person was.
The once-famous Marquis of Bowang, his nominal uncle.
What have you been through over the years?
At this time, Feng Shu turned to look at Nan Yan and said, "I didn't expect that the person who saved me was actually the uncle of the Imperial Concubine."
Nan Yan glanced at her.
Feng Shu asked, "Should I thank the Imperial Concubine?"
Nan Yan said calmly, "It's him who doesn't need you, not me. The person who has done you a favor is also him, not me."
Feng Shu smiled: "The Imperial Concubine is very clear about gratitude and resentment."
She continued, "However, I brought you news about Marquis Bowang. Can this be considered a favor to you?"
Nan Yan raised her brows slightly.
She never expected that someone would plot against her.
Moreover, it was Feng Shu who had been silent all these days.
Nan Yan had a faint smile on her face as she said, "How would Consort Feng want me to repay you?"
Feng Shu rolled her beautiful eyes and said, "Well, this is actually quite simple."
"oh?"
"I heard that Your Majesty likes to drink tea. When I traveled to various countries in the Western Regions, I learned the special tea making methods there. I have always wanted to let Your Majesty taste it, but -"
She deliberately gave a bitter smile: "Everyone in the harem knows that the emperor now only favors the imperial concubine. The other sisters can hardly get any love from him. And I, a concubine, can't even see the emperor for several months."
Nan Yan's brows frowned unconsciously.
She sneered, "You want me to persuade the emperor to favor you."
In fact, this was already very shameless, but Feng Shu unexpectedly said even more shamelessly: "At the last horse racing meeting, I wanted to use my ability to win the emperor's favor, but unfortunately, something interrupted me."
“…”
"These days, I've come to understand that to survive in the harem, you can't do it without helpers, and you can't do it without backers."
"You want me to be your backer?"
"If I can gain the favor of the Empress, Feng Shu, I will have no regrets in this life."
“…”
Nan Yan was sincere, I didn’t expect her to say these words to me.
Only then did I begin to understand how far the women in the harem would go to in order to win favor.
Come to think of it, am I living too easily?
but--
No matter how easy it is, it is your own business.
So she smiled faintly and said, "So Feng Zhaoyi wants to gain the emperor's favor, well..."
Feng Shu immediately put away her relaxed expression and looked at her with burning eyes.
Nan Yan said: "No."
"Why?"
"Because your so-called favor is nothing more than a few words that let me know some dusty past events. It is of no benefit to me now."
Nan Yan smiled faintly and said, "In this harem, no one wants to do business at a loss."
Feng Shu was also a little anxious: "My Lady, this is just a piece of cake for you."
"It's a simple task, but I'm still unwilling to do it."
"Why?"
"Because," Nan Yan looked at her and said word by word, "I – can’t – give it up."
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