That person came to this cold place, hugged and kissed him...

The memory was so vague. Qi Yan suddenly woke up after being drunk. With a headache, he sat up from the bed with a frown, looking at the coldness in the room. It didn't look like anyone had been here?

Waking up from a beautiful dream, Qi Yan looked at the wine bottle lying beside him and couldn't help but chuckle.

It was his dream after all. Qi Yan got down to the ground and kicked the wine bottle beside the bed. The wine bottle rolled and slid, dropping a few drops of undrunk wine.

How could a dignified emperor come to this cold palace in the middle of the night just to see him?

It was funny to think about it. Qi Yan prepared bath water for himself and took a warm bath. All the fatigue seemed to disappear at this moment.

The room was very quiet, as quiet as if the beautiful dream of last night had never existed. Three days later, Qi Yan received an imperial edict, asking him to go back to take charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

That beautiful dream... seemed to have come true?

Qi Yan was puzzled, but maybe it was really his own fantasy, so when he received the imperial edict, he was stunned on the spot.

Xiao Anzi, who came to announce the edict, showed joy on his face: "Brother Qi, you are finally back! The emperor still cares about you!"

Qi Yan was silent for a while before asking: "Xiao Anzi, is the emperor doing well these days?"

"Brother is not here, so of course I can't see him. I can go back to the palace now, so you should see him by yourself!" Xiao Anzi's face showed mystery, but Qi Yan didn't have time to tease him.

"Three days ago, was the emperor okay?"

"Very well." Little Anzi was puzzled: "Three days ago... the emperor seemed to have flipped the name card of Concubine Yao. It must be said that Concubine Yao was the most favored in the six palaces. There was no one in the harem who could compare to her. Oh, bah, bah, bah, if you talk about the master in private, you will be slapped..."

...It turned out that he flipped the name card of Concubine Yao.

Unable to explain what was in his heart, Qi Yan received the order and began to pack up. The imperial carriage was just outside the temporary palace. It seemed that the order meant that he should return to the palace immediately.

Anxiety and entanglement grew slowly in his heart. It was not until he got on the carriage that Qi Yan vaguely remembered that he was going back to the palace again.

"Brother, what are you worried about?" Xiao Anzi saw that he was unhappy: "Although the palace is airtight, it is better than the temporary palace."

"I know." Qi Yan shook his head: "It's just that I feel like I have to go back to that cage that I can't fly out of."

"Brother, what are you talking about? As a person in the palace, you can't think about going out." Xiao Anzi also sighed in disappointment: "But it doesn't matter, brother also lived a free life in the temporary palace before, instead of living outside the city. Otherwise, he would like the free days and would not want to go back to the palace."

Qi Yan nodded, tacitly agreeing with Xiao Anzi's words.

The west gate of the palace opened for Qi Yan. He lifted the curtain and watched the long street disappear behind the tightly closed door. After all, that free life was no longer his destiny.

"Brother, don't think about it." Xiao Anzi comforted him: "The emperor treats you well, which is better than anything else."

The emperor treats him well. Who in the palace can be compared with him in terms of grace? But the grace he wants is not these...

Maybe he is asking for too much.

Back in the palace, his position is still the chief steward of internal affairs, he still serves in the Yangxin Palace, and he still lives in a side hall in the Yangxin Palace.

It seems that nothing has changed, just like before he left the palace.

After putting on the palace clothes, Qi Yan must go to pay his respects to the emperor and thank him.

Arriving at the Yangxin Palace, Qi Yan knelt at the door. Xiao Anzi came out and let him in with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yan stood up and walked inside.

Crossing the red-painted palace door, on the shining high seat was Feng Lin in a magnificent suit.

He was reviewing memorials to the emperor, and it seemed that he did not see him, and he seemed not to hear him coming in.

Qi Yan lowered his eyes slightly. Sure enough, the beautiful dream three days ago was just a fantasy after he was drunk.

He knelt down silently, and Qi Yan did not say a word. He was waiting, waiting for Feng Lin to let him get up.

The sound of reviewing memorials became the only background music in Yangxin Palace for a while. It seemed so desolate and sad. I don’t know whether it was directed at Qi Yan or at the brush that was lightly touching the red ink.

"If I don’t let you get up, will you kneel there for the rest of your life?"

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your servant obeys the emperor."

"Why do you call yourself a servant?" Feng Lin suddenly raised his voice: "Returning to the palace means giving up the identity of a friend and concentrating on being a servant, right?"

Qi Yan's heart was cold. Why would he think so? The distance between friends can make him more unrestrained with him, but the status of a slave... means a lifetime of silence.

"I..."

"Do you regret what happened that night?"

Hearing this, Qi Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked up at Feng Lin on the main seat. The man was smiling softly, the teasing and ridicule in his eyes clearly visible.

...He, he is teasing himself? !

"Looking at you like this, I'm afraid you may have regarded what happened that night as a dream." Feng Lin walked down from the main seat and came to Qi Yan's side. He stretched out his hand and gently twisted the hair that was not tied up at his temples. His voice was hoarse and low: "Then what happened that night doesn't count?"

"Do the math!" To be honest, Qi Yan couldn't remember what he said at that time, but he knew that if he said no, everything might start over again.

After getting his answer, Feng Lin's eyes flashed.

"What I said about taking you back to the palace is indeed true, and you said at that time that you would accompany me for the rest of my life..."

"Of course this counts!"

"Serve me?"

"Of course, I will always be by your side."

"Love me forever? Never leave me?"

"...This counts for now." Qi Yan didn't realize that he was so open after getting drunk. You know, in ancient times, saying such words would be embarrassing.

"Love me forever?"

"..."

Qi Yan finally understood something.

"Your Majesty, are you kidding me?"

Feng Lin smiled, so happily: "Except for accompanying me for the rest of my life, the rest are not what you said."

Qi Yan felt a little relieved, but an angry look appeared on his face: "Your Majesty!"

"But you just promised me, all that counts."

Qi Yan was speechless for a moment. How could he not know that Feng Lin would cheat people like this?

Seeing his confused and embarrassed face, Feng Lin laughed even more happily, and his laughter echoed throughout the palace.

The louder the laughter, the more embarrassed Qi Yan was. Feng Lin looked at him and hugged him in his arms.

"Don't worry, my promise to you also counts."

"...What did you promise?" Qi Yan asked curiously.

Feng Lin's eyes flashed slightly: "A concubine is already pregnant. If it is the prince, then the mother will be killed and the child will be kept. From now on, the harem will be a cold palace, and I will never step into it again."

Qi Yan was stunned. Feng Lin's words were like a sharp sword stabbing his heart.

An emperor, for a man, is willing not to enter the harem.

"What if it's a princess..."

"Alas." Feng Lin sighed with pretended regret: "If it's a princess..."

His hesitation made Qi Yan's eyes darken.

Feng Lin chuckled and continued: "If it's a princess, then I can only let the Fourteenth Prince inherit my throne."

The Fourteenth Prince, the youngest son of the late emperor, is now three years old and has always been taken care of by Feng Lin.

Originally, Feng Lin had everything ready, but at this time, the concubine who had served in the bed a few months ago was pregnant. Since Feng Lin had seen his own feelings, he was not prepared to keep the mother and son, but he could not bear the fate of the imperial family. The country and the people were cut off in his generation, and he would not be at peace after his death.

But now, everything is not a problem.

We will talk about the future later.

The person in his arms is the love of his life, and he has nothing else to ask for.

...