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The banquet continued for a while before everyone said goodbye to the two emperors and left.

The emperor retracted his gaze and turned to look at Xiao Fengyi with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"As a ruler, one should not show his emotions. Your mood swings today seem a little too obvious."

The voice was low and authoritative, with a hint of subtle reproach.

Xiao Fengyi was slightly startled, then he regained his usual calmness and composure, bowed and said, "Father taught me that I know I was wrong. But today is my wedding day, and I feel so much emotion in my heart that I can't help but lose my composure."

The emperor sighed, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly: "I know you are not satisfied with this wedding, but as an emperor, sometimes personal feelings and responsibilities must go hand in hand. Qi Shu is the descendant of an old minister, and you need to properly handle the balance between the old and new forces.

Her existence is not only your wife, but also a force that cannot be ignored in the court. You must learn to use this power, rather than being bound by it. "

Xiao Fengyi nodded and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, father. I understand. I will keep your teachings in mind, put the overall situation first, and live up to your expectations."

There was a glimmer of relief in the retired emperor's eyes.

He knew that Xiao Fengyi had extraordinary talents and bearing, and that he would become a wise ruler in the future.

He nodded slightly and continued, "Get rid of those secret agents outside Nangong Mansion."

Xiao Fengyi's body stiffened, his brows lowered and he remained silent.

The retired emperor sighed. At first he thought that he sent those people because they knew Lang Yue's life experience, but later he gradually discovered that it was not the case.

Those secret agents conveyed all the trivial matters about Nangong Jiayao, even reporting to him how much she ate in a day.

Only then did I realize that my son was actually...

It turns out that he has a good idea hidden.

"Do you still remember the oath I asked you to swear before you ascended the throne? Recite it to me now!"

Xiao Fengyi felt a pain on his face, took a deep breath, and spoke in a firm and clear voice.

"I will bear this in mind. Before I ascended the throne, I swore to my father that I would put the country first and govern the country diligently. I will not disappoint my father or the people of the world."

He paused, clenched his hands slightly at his side, and continued: "Descendants of the Xiao family are not allowed to covet the children of the Nangong family. Those who violate this will be punished by heaven and will never be able to recover."

The emperor could tell from his unwillingness that he was unwilling, and looked at him with complicated eyes, seeming both relieved and helpless.

He slowly turned around, with his back to Xiao Fengyi, and his voice had a hint of vicissitudes.

"Just remember it. It's hard to have both power and emotion. Since you have made a vow, you should abide by your duty. The women of the Nangong family are not what the Xiao family should covet."

Xiao Fengyi was silent for a moment, with a hint of struggle in his eyes.

"Father is right, but why can Langyue be with her so openly? Isn't the blood flowing in his body my Xiao family's blood?"

The retired emperor suddenly turned around, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by deep helplessness.

"Lang Yue, unlike you, he is no longer a member of my Xiao family. You can rest assured that I will not recognize him as my own."

"Heh..." Xiao Fengyi laughed at himself, "I really hope that my father will recognize him..."

In this way, he could exchange with Langyue, but why did God let him know only after he succeeded to the throne that Langyue was Xiao Fengchen?

"Xiao Fengyi!"

The retired emperor's voice suddenly became stern, interrupting Xiao Fengyi's unfinished words. The atmosphere in the entire bedroom instantly dropped to freezing point.

He took a few steps to stand in front of Xiao Fengyi, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

"When you persuaded me to drink the antidote to the 'Love Poison', I told you that loneliness is the norm at the top of power. The future of the entire Great Xia is on your shoulders. Lang Yue was not supposed to be a descendant of the Xiao family. You don't have to mention it. What's the point of mentioning it? You need to know that your destiny is this land! It is the people of this land!"

The voice of the retired emperor was low and powerful, and every word struck Xiao Fengyi's heart heavily, forcing him to face reality.

He lowered his head, a trace of regret and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he was unable to completely suppress his inner emotions.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "I know I am wrong, please punish me, father."

Seeing this, the emperor's tone softened slightly, but still with a certain unquestionable majesty: "There is no need for punishment, but you must remember that as an emperor, every decision you make is related to the rise and fall of the country, and personal feelings must be put in a secondary position. Nangong Jiayao, she is not an ordinary person. If you force her to stay, it will only backfire. You should cherish this relationship between the monarch and the minister, and don't have other thoughts."

Xiao Fengyi felt mixed emotions as he looked up into the retired emperor's weather-beaten eyes, which seemed to contain countless unspoken words.

He nodded slowly, his voice low and firm: "I understand, I will follow my father's teachings and put the country first."

The emperor nodded slightly, seeming to be satisfied with this answer. He waved his hand, signaling Xiao Fengyi to leave, and turned to the window.

In the imperial city, red lanterns are hung high as the night deepens. Within the palace walls, while there is a festive atmosphere, there are also many unknown secrets hidden.

After Xiao Fengyi retreated, he walked with heavy steps on the corridor back to the palace. He felt as if his heart was pressed by a huge rock and could not let it go.

Recalling Yao Jia's lively and determined eyes, I felt both envy and bitterness in my heart.

Five years ago, we first met at Fangfei Building.

She threw herself into his arms, and then talked to him about everything, just to prevent him from finding An He.

He was deeply attracted by her wit and playfulness. At that moment, he seemed to see different colors, illuminating his dull court life day after day.

Later, when I saw her again in Tianxing Pavilion, I realized that the little wife Huaiyu was talking about was her.

He could only bury this feeling deep inside his heart and turn it into a touch of tenderness in his dreams at midnight.

On the snowy road in Xuanzhou, she rushed over to save him despite the obstacles.

Thinking back on the situation countless times, her heroic, courageous and resolute manner in killing the enemy are all like engraved in my heart, indelible.

She was affectionate in every way, and he never wavered for a moment.

She likes to play, so let her play for a few more years.

As long as he ascends the throne, he can drive away those people and welcome her as the queen without any effort.

She should be the most noble woman in the world.

Unexpectedly, the first step to becoming an emperor is to keep a distance from Nangong Jiayao.

When they returned to Fengyi Palace, Qi Shu had been waiting for a long time. She was still wearing a gorgeous phoenix crown and bridal robe. Her face was pretty, but her expression could not hide the fatigue and anxiety.

Seeing Xiao Fengyi return, she hurried forward and whispered softly: "Your Majesty, I have prepared the bathing water, please rest for a while."

Xiao Fengyi looked at her, feeling a surge of guilt in his heart.

For Qi Shu, this marriage may also be a helpless choice.

She nodded gently and said, "Okay, go and rest first. The palace servants will serve you."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Qi Shu's eyes, but she soon returned to her gentle smile and quietly left.

After bathing, Xiao Fengyi changed into light pajamas, sat at the desk, and stared at the pile of memorials on the table, his heart was at a loss.

He picked up the memorial and started to review it.

As the night deepened, the hustle and bustle in the palace had long subsided, leaving only the occasional sound of the drum, reminding us of the passage of time.

Before he knew it, the hour of Chou had passed. The flickering candlelight stretched his shadow long and was reflected on the cold palace wall.

Xiao Fengyi put down his pen, rubbed his sore neck, and his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the deep night sky outside the window.

"Yao Yao..."

He whispered softly, and the name seemed to have magical power, instantly taking him back to the moment when he first saw her.

Her smile, her eyes, her every frown and smile all appeared clearly in his mind, making him unable to forget.

Just then, a burst of anxious reports interrupted his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor... has passed away..."

The memorial in Xiao Fengyi's hand suddenly slipped and hit the table with a dull sound.

He stood up suddenly, his face turned pale in an instant, his eyes full of disbelief and shock.

"What did you say?"

His voice was hoarse, and he almost used up all his strength to squeeze out these few words.

The palace servant who came to report knelt on the ground, his body trembling, and repeated: "Your Majesty, the Emperor... has passed away..."

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