"Then Zihao would like to thank Brother Queen Feng." An Zihao casually picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
Recalling how she and An Zihao used to be like brothers, discussing poetry and painting together, Feng Lingyan's eyes suddenly grew colder. He gazed languidly ahead, his words icy cold: "I consider myself to have treated you well. I even often urged the Emperor to be evenly disposed towards his concubines and the imperial concubines, and to have her visit you more often. Why have you repeatedly plotted to murder me?"
"Haha, of course it's because of love." An Zihao chuckled slightly, "Has Queen Feng ever loved the Emperor? If you loved her, you'd probably understand. Love is always selfish. It's about desire and possession, not generously pushing the loved one into the arms of another..."
Feng Lingyan's face darkened slightly when she heard this.
At first, Feng Lingyan accompanied his father to the palace for a banquet, and the new emperor, Nalan Yunzhi, fell in love with him at first sight. Later, he was summoned to the palace by an imperial decree and became Nalan Yunzhi's legitimate husband, the Phoenix Empress of Laifeng, the father of the country and the queen of the world.
After the wedding, Nalan Yunzhi catered to Feng Lingyan's interests, playing the piano and chess with him, or reading, writing, and painting with him. Feng Lingyan was the most favored concubine in the palace, and she and Nalan Yunzhi were very affectionate, which he thought was love.
But now An Zihao told him that the essence of love is selfishness and possession, and questioned him whether he had ever loved Nalan Yunzhi. Feng Lingyan was momentarily confused...
At the same time, Nalan Yunzhi, who was sitting on the other side of the wall, listened to the conversation between the two and couldn't help but hold his breath, waiting for Feng Lingyan's answer.
However, what Nalan Yunzhi and An Zihao didn't expect was that Feng Lingyan, after being stunned for a moment, simply asked leisurely, "Does it matter whether I love the emperor or not? Am I not still the head of the harem? And you, An Zihao, even if you have climbed to the status of an imperial prince, will always be inferior to me!"
After saying this, Feng Lingyan stood up and turned to leave. After all, An Zihao had already drunk the poisoned wine. He also knew the answer, so there was no need to waste any more time.
Nalan Yunzhi, who was outside the wall, heard this and smiled dotingly. She wanted to continue doting on Feng Lingyan, but her lover was so hard-hearted that he didn't even give her a chance.
As for An Zihao inside the wall, his fair and handsome face turned pale when he heard Feng Lingyan's words.
Because Feng Lingyan was right. Whether Feng Lingyan loved the Emperor or not, it didn't affect her status as the Emperor's white moonlight and cinnabar mole, a memory etched in his heart forever. And An Zihao, on the other hand, could only be Feng Lingyan's shadow, earning the Emperor's occasional favor...
Watching Feng Lingyan's handsome figure gradually walk away, An Zihao's fair and handsome face was instantly filled with tears of sorrow. It was pain, it was unwillingness, but there was no regret...
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