Jingyi Palace, An Rongjun's bedroom.
"Your Majesty, are you worried about the return of Her Highness the Crown Princess?"
At 2:15 pm, after dinner, An Zihao and Nalan Yunzhi took a walk in the garden to digest the food, and then went to his dormitory.
An Zihao massaged Nalan Yunzhi's head to relieve his fatigue as he sat in front of the desk.
"Zihao, you still understand my heart."
Nalan Yunzhi curled his lips slightly, held one of An Zihao's hands, pulled An Zihao towards him and let him sit on his lap, and leaned his head on his neck, absorbing the familiar warmth.
"Your Majesty, a man's virtue lies in his lack of talent. I do not understand the affairs of state. I only know that Your Majesty is my heaven. I will be happy when Your Majesty is happy, and I will also be unhappy when Your Majesty is unhappy."
An Zihao glanced at the woman hugging him from behind with the corner of his eye, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a hint of sweetness rose in his heart.
"Oh? Then Zihao, tell me, am I happy or unhappy now?"
Nalan Yunzhi stretched out a hand and pinched An Zihao's waist, making him giggle.
If anyone else dared to guess the emperor's intentions, they would most likely be in big trouble, but Nalan Yunzhi was particularly tolerant towards An Rongjun.
"Your Majesty~"
An Zihao said coquettishly.
"The Emperor has been separated from Her Royal Highness for sixteen years. Perhaps he is thinking about how to make up for the lack of maternal love he owes Her Royal Highness over the years."
"Oh, what else?" Nalan Yunzhi put his hand on An Zihao's chest, causing him to tremble slightly.
"Also..." An Zihao pursed his lips slightly from an angle Nalan Yunzhi couldn't see. "Also, the Emperor misses his brother, Queen Feng."
"The Emperor and Queen Feng were deeply in love. Ever since Queen Feng passed away, he has missed her terribly. Otherwise, the throne would not have remained vacant for the past sixteen years."
An Zihao turned around, put his arms around Nalan Yunzhi's neck, rested his head lightly on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this moment of warmth that belonged only to them.
An Zihao's wife is the most powerful woman in the Laifeng Kingdom. She is not only his heaven, but also the ruler of the Laifeng Kingdom.
The emperor has three thousand concubines and maids in his harem, but the attention and love that can be given to An Zihao is very limited. Therefore, An Zihao especially cherishes every moment with Nalan Yunzhi.
"Zihao is indeed my forget-me-not, but you're only half right! My Lingyan is still alive..."
Nalan Yunzhi raised his hand in a good mood and scratched the tip of An Zihao's nose, then hugged him a little closer to himself and covered his slightly pouting lips directly.
It was not just a quick taste. Nalan Yunzhi's kiss was extremely overbearing and possessive. It swept towards An Zihao like a raging storm, kissing him until his chest heaved violently and his breathing became more and more rapid.
A quarter of an hour later, Nalan Yunzhi finally let go of the breath in An Zihao's mouth, and looked at An Zihao's slightly messy hair and flushed cheeks with satisfaction, listened to his violent heartbeat for her, and felt his gradually heavier breathing.
"Your Majesty~"
An Zihao didn't have time to worry about whether Feng Lingyan was dead or alive, but as his cries grew heavier, his entire body softened like a puddle of water. The next moment, An Zihao felt himself suddenly lighter, and then Nalan Yunzhi carried him to the spacious bed, which was filled with a faint fragrance.
Nalan Yunzhi raised her bare hands and gently took off An Zihao's palace dress and court robes. His beautiful figure soon appeared in front of Nalan Yunzhi.
After taking off his bright yellow casual clothes, Nalan Yunzhi leaned over and gradually placed gentle and caring kisses on An Zihao's forehead, nose, and cheeks. Finally, he could no longer restrain himself and once again fiercely covered his soft and charming lips.
After savoring the sweetness in An Zihao's mouth, Nalan Yunzhi peppered his neck with kisses...
"Your Majesty~"
An Zihao felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and he couldn't help but twist his body and murmur.
"No, call me Zhen Yunzhi."
Nalan Yunzhi's pair of bare hands kept wandering over An Zihao's body. An Zihao was teased to the point of having a smile on his face and his eyes became increasingly blurred.
At this moment, An Zihao thoroughly enjoyed the warmth and tenderness brought to him by this woman. Finally, as Nalan Yunzhi wished, he affectionately called out Nalan Yunzhi's name.
"Yunzhi~"
Only on the bed did the emperor allow An Zihao to call him by his name, a name that An Zihao had called out thousands of times in his dreams.
"Lingyan~"
"My Lingyan~"
Nalan Yunzhi had teased An Zihao enough and finally embraced him, their passion ignited. The large, sturdy pearwood bed began to shake constantly from their intense movements...
Hearing Nalan Yunzhi calling out that name to him again, An Zihao's heart suddenly turned cold, and a hint of loneliness flashed across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
An Zihao knew that for the past sixteen years, he had been nothing more than a substitute for Feng Lingyan to Nalan Yunzhi. But even if it was just a substitute, he, An Zihao, was a unique substitute!
But now, the Emperor actually said that Feng Lingyan was still alive. How could this be possible? How could this be possible?
"Yunzhi~"
Automatically blocking out the name that Nalan Yunzhi was calling, An Zihao suppressed the resentment in his heart, hugged Nalan Yunzhi tighter and tighter, and let her vent on him again and again.
"Lingyan~"
"My Lingyan~"
Nalan Yunzhi had long regarded the man under her as Feng Lingyan. She continued to climb to the top of Wushan Mountain with him and spent the entire night in love with her "Lingyan".
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