Chapter 87 Why do you sound so sour?
Ran Xiaoyu glanced at her and suddenly said, "Why do you say that so sourly?"
"No, no."
Nan Yan suddenly came to her senses and realized that she was a little strange. She quickly covered it up and said, "I was just talking casually."
After saying that, he saw a few bundles piled on the bed. Knowing that they were brought by Ran Xiaoyu, he hurriedly said, "Xiaoyu, you haven't packed your things yet, right? Let me help you."
After saying that, he stood up and started to get busy.
Not only were they busy, but the entire Jinling Imperial Palace was also busy. People were cleaning everywhere, dusting the carpets, hanging red lanterns under the eaves, and wiping every hall clean.
The imperial city looks brand new and sparkles in the sunset.
Soon, the sun set and the city of Jinling fell into darkness.
This night was exceptionally quiet, without even the wind. It seemed as if a repressed emotion was gathering in the darkness. Of course, everyone knew why.
Because tomorrow, the new emperor will ascend the throne.
For many people, this night is destined to be a sleepless night.
It was already very late, but Nan Yan still had her eyes wide open, staring at the moonlight outside the window, unable to fall asleep.
In fact, for slaves like them, it doesn’t matter who ascends the throne. No matter who becomes the emperor, life must go on. But for her, it is different.
She is a servant who follows Zhu Feng. The good or bad of her master directly affects her fate.
Although she had no hope for her future after being selected into the palace, now there is another way for her to go.
She just didn't know where this road with no visible future would lead her.
She didn't even know what kind of emperor Zhu Feng would be...
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Finally the next day arrived.
Early in the morning, someone came to call her to serve in Wuying Palace. Nan Yan dressed hurriedly and went there.
As soon as I entered the hall, I saw the tall and straight pine figure standing by the window.
It was Zhu Feng, he was looking out the window with an expressionless face.
It was only the early morning, and the sky was still dark, but there seemed to be a light on his face, and even his eyes, which were usually deep and bottomless, were shining.
Hearing Nan Yan's footsteps, he turned around.
Nan Yan said softly, "Your Highness."
"You're here."
He said this lightly, then turned around, walked to the bed and spread his arms.
Nan Yan hurried forward, took the clothes from the hanger and put them on him.
Today was the day of his ascension to the throne, so his attire was naturally different from usual. Nan Yan was sweating all over as he put on those heavy formal clothes, but there was still no expression on Zhu Feng's face.
The dark black robe, with red piping and delicate dragon patterns embroidered with gold thread, not only made him look more upright when worn, but also exuded an indescribable sense of restraint and nobility.
And his aura was also calmer than usual.
Nan Yan kept her head down, concentrating on doing the task at hand. Although she could always feel that King Yan's eyes seemed to be following her while she was doing it.
After finally getting through this period, all the dresses were finally put on.
At this time, Cui Yuanmei, the chief secretary of the palace, walked to the entrance of Wuying Hall and said softly, "Your Highness, it is time to go to the Taimiao to pay homage."
Zhu Feng nodded, turned around and walked out.
Nan Yan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just as she exhaled, Zhu Feng, who was walking to the door, stopped and said without turning his head, "Sinan Yan."
Nan Yan raised her head in panic: "Huh?"
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