At the hour of Hai, in Lanyue Palace, An Zihao's bedroom.
(Lan Yue Palace was originally the Ming Zhu Palace where Situ Mingting lived. An Zihao moved here after he was promoted to Noble Lord. Although he was later canonized as Imperial Noble Lord, he did not move to a new palace.)
"Your Majesty, why are you here so late? Please forgive me for my untidy appearance!"
An Zihao, who had just let down his hair and was about to go to bed, suddenly saw Nalan Yunzhi dismissing his attendants and coming alone. He hurriedly stood up from the dressing table and knelt down to greet him.
"I've finally had a worry resolved today, and I'm so relieved I came to see you. I didn't notify anyone in advance, so there's no need to be so polite, Zihao!"
Nalan Yunzhi helped An Zihao up and pulled him back to the dressing table to let him sit down.
Then, Nalan Yunzhi picked up the wooden comb on the dressing table and helped An Zihao, whose hair was disheveled, to smooth his smooth long hair.
"Your servant is terrified..."
An Zihao looked restless and flattered.
Nalan Yunzhi ignored her and continued combing An Zihao's hair with the wooden comb. As she combed, Nalan Yunzhi seemed to see Feng Lingyan smiling tenderly at her.
"Lingyan~"
The wooden comb in Nalan Yunzhi's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and then he picked up An Zihao from the stool by the waist and put him on the bed.
"Yunzhi~"
Lying on the bed, An Zihao's long black hair was loose, making him look charming and attractive. Suppressing the disappointment in his heart, An Zihao smiled gently at Nalan Yunzhi.
He knew that the Emperor had mistaken him for Feng Lingyan again. However, he had no right to refuse, and he didn't want to refuse either.
In less than a moment, An Zihao had taken off his pajamas. He happily and painfully accepted the favor from Nalan Yunzhi.
Happiness, because at this moment Nalan Yunzhi really treated him tenderly and cared for him; pain, because at this moment Nalan Yunzhi had already regarded him as a substitute, this love did not belong to him...
The gauze curtains fell gently, obscuring the beauty of the bed. However, An Zihao's slightly clenched fists beneath Nalan Yunzhi revealed his deep resentment...
At the same time, in Qiongyu Palace, Ouyang Yuming's bedroom.
"Deshan, go without worry. I won't let your death be in vain!"
Ouyang Yuming, dressed in pajamas, looked a little tired. He sat in front of the bed with empty eyes, looking leisurely at the place where his dowry servant used to stand. Now it was replaced by another face. He felt a little lost inexplicably.
"Everyone, step back!"
"Yes, Ouyang Guijun."
Following Ouyang Yuming's order, the eunuchs who were originally on guard in the bedroom bowed and retreated. Ouyang Yuming inexplicably felt that the voice of "Noble Lord Ouyang" was very harsh.
He had spent countless efforts to climb to the throne of the Imperial Lord, but now he had fallen from his high position, letting An Zihao, who had been unknown for many years, climb over his head. How could he swallow this anger...
"Master Ouyang, who made you angry?"
When Ouyang Yuming was feeling lost, a crimson figure suddenly appeared and embraced him in his arms.
"Han Han?"
Seeing that it was Han Shuying coming, the lonely and empty Ouyang Yuming first showed some joy on his face, but he quickly suppressed this joy and pushed Han Shuying's chest with a little dissatisfaction.
"Didn't you promise me that you would kill that person (Hua Qingcheng) and that you had hidden her in a secluded place and wouldn't let her show up and return to the palace?"
"It is indeed my fault in this matter, but don't worry, Mr. Ouyang, I will definitely wait for the opportunity to fulfill your wish." Han Shuying held Ouyang Yuming's hands, brought them to her lips and kissed them.
"Yeah?"
As if he thought of something, Ouyang Yuming suddenly pulled his hands away from Han Shuying's grasp.
"Han Liangce, the princess's concubine, what is his relationship with you? Why does he look so similar to you? Do you have other motives for approaching me?"
When he met Han Yichen before, Ouyang Yuming just felt that he looked familiar. Now when he saw Han Shuying in front of him, Ouyang Yuming suddenly realized what the light that flashed through his mind was.
"Han Yichen... is indeed my son. But compared to you, he is certainly not as important as you!" Han Shuying curled the corners of her lips slightly and scratched Ouyang Yuming's nose.
"Han Han, you are so kind to me!"
Ouyang Yuming then contentedly hooked his arms around Han Shuying's neck, but when Han Shuying wanted to kiss him, Ouyang Yuming turned his head slightly away.
"What's wrong, Master Ouyang?"
Looking at Ouyang Yuming with his brows furrowed, Han Shuying looked distressed.
"That vixen An Zihao, he relied on the fact that he looked a bit like Feng Lingyan to seduce the emperor time and time again, and even stole my throne as the Imperial Noble..." Ouyang Yuming pouted slightly and looked at Han Shuying with grievance.
"Then I will teach him a lesson for you..." Han Shuying held Ouyang Yuming's head and kissed his lips to calm him down.
"Really?" Ouyang Yuming raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"Of course. You are the apple of my eye. How could I break my promise to you? Since he is seducing you with his beauty, I will destroy his beauty for you..."
Han Shuying pressed Ouyang Yuming down, and this time, Ouyang Yuming, satisfied, did not resist...
On October 16th, at four quarters past the hour of Mao, Hua Qingcheng was called up by Mu Lige on time.
After washing, changing clothes and having breakfast, at 6:15 AM, Hua Qingcheng boarded the carriage to the Imperial College.
Today, the one who accompanied Hua Qingcheng to school was Si Chengfeng, and Situ Ye was also with them.
"Afeng, do you know that I was almost framed because of you..."
Thinking of Qiu Jiamin who was expelled from the Imperial College by Ruan Suhe, Hua Qingcheng grabbed Si Chengfeng's hand in the carriage, pretending to be aggrieved.
"Qingcheng, what do you mean?" Situ Ye, who heard this, asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Aye. Everything's fine. A few days ago, a student girl played a prank on me. She had someone mess up the path to the piano room, misleading me to go somewhere else. She said she did it because she was in love with the general's adopted son and was unhappy with me."
Hua Qingcheng was so busy pleading for her sympathy to Si Chengfeng that she forgot that Erlang was there too, so she hurried to comfort him.
"Qingcheng, it seems that it is indeed Chengfeng's fault..." Si Chengfeng pulled Hua Qingcheng's hand and put it against his face.
If he didn't understand Hua Qingcheng's thoughts, then his nickname "Si Fox" would be in vain. This woman was playing the victim so hard, just to take the opportunity to get close to him.
Along the way, Si Chengfeng stayed with Hua Qingcheng as she wished.
However, just as the carriage left the palace and entered Qingyun Street, a cold arrow suddenly shot down from a nearby rooftop, flying straight towards the princess's exclusive carriage...
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