After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Ziheng stood beside Wan Ning, following her gaze to look at the same moonlight. Before the dark clouds covered the last ray of light, his eyes fell on Wan Ning's profile again.

What a beautiful profile, calm and peaceful with a pureness that comes from not having seen the world, her eyes are bright, her mouth is opening and closing as she talks incessantly. As for what Ziheng said, he didn't listen at all, he just admired her, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Wan Ning noticed that something was wrong with him. When she turned to look at him, the moon was completely covered by dark clouds. The world was pitch black and everything lost its luster in an instant.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird today?" Wan Ning asked puzzledly. Ziheng held her arm and protected her in the dark.

"Yanyan, you look so beautiful today." Ziheng said this and couldn't help but kiss Wan Ning on the cheek.

Facing the sudden confession and kiss, Wan Ning quickly stretched out her hand to block it, and said half seriously and half jokingly: "Wait, when am I not good-looking? Beware of the sugar-coated bullet trap, don't try to confuse me with sweet words."

Ziheng smiled dotingly, stopped kissing her cheek and hugged her instead, resting his head on her shoulder and bringing his lips close to her ear, so close that he could touch her skin with a slight movement of his mouth. Ziheng deliberately leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "I just miss you so much today."

Wan Ning tried to keep still and let him hold her. His warm breath tickled her neck. But at this moment, she compared his serious and stern face and expression when she first met him. He looked intimidating without anger, as if someone would take care of him if he frowned a little. His arrogant look was completely different from his current state. He had changed so much in just a few months. She also learned from Mu Xiu that he had been abandoned, betrayed, exiled, and used in his early years. Could someone who grew up with such an experience really change so easily?

Maybe, but Wan Ning doesn't believe in the power of love, or she just doesn't believe in miracles. She is very conflicted. On the one hand, when Ziheng hugs her, she can really feel his presence and warmth; but on the other hand, she is always skeptical about such things because she lacks love. She always asks in anxiety:

"why me?"

When love first comes, people like her are always wary and expectant, and when love deepens, she begins to fear. In other words, the more you invest in love, the harder it is.

Wan Ning patted his back gently and asked softly, "What's wrong? Didn't things go well today?"

Ziheng opened his arms, stood face to face with her, took her hand and said, "It went smoothly. Prince Qi is coming back."

"It's a good thing that Prince Qi has returned victoriously after his successful campaign in pacifying the enemy. Ziheng, why do you have this expression?" Wan Ning asked.

"Prince Qi has made great contributions this time and is in the spotlight. He will be hated even more this time. In the attack yesterday, the arrow shot by the assassin was clearly a frame-up." Ziheng said.

"The retired emperor did it." Wan Ning said casually, and turned to see Ziheng's surprised eyes, and explained with a surprised expression: "Don't say you don't know, who else could it be but him. But it's strange, that arrow was obviously meant to kill you, and it was also aimed at you. If you, Ziheng, were really hit by an arrow, what good would it do him? The retired emperor, who has already retired to the second line, wouldn't want to come out again, but compared to the young and strong Prince Qi who has just made great contributions, what advantages does he have? Isn't this just shooting himself in the foot?"

Wan Ning spread her hands, shook her head and added: "It's really puzzling."

Ziheng held Wan Ning's small hand with his big hand and hypothesized, "Maybe he just wants to alienate the relationship between me and Prince Qi? Ever since the case of Liu Xueyu in Sangcheng dragged Prince Qi into the camp, the emperor has claimed that he is unwell and needs to rest, and has completely ignored the affairs of the court. I once sent people to deliver the daily memorials to the Buddhist temple, but they were always returned intact. Now Prince Qi's reputation in Nanye City is getting better and better, his fame is getting bigger, and he is more and more popular. If this continues, I'm afraid the emperor will have no power to fight back."

Wan Ning thought for a moment and said, "So he staged this drama just to frame Prince Qi. Even if he can't punish him, he can alienate you. What a sinister move. He's not afraid that the assassin he hired is a rookie and fails to control the strength. Will you get into trouble again?"

Seeing Wan Ning complaining about him, Ziheng was moved. He rubbed the hand he was holding back and forth, explaining: "Even if he doesn't feel sorry for me, he doesn't have to abandon me now. The poison on the arrow is fierce, but he knows that I have been poisoned by it before, so I won't die now. Or maybe he has a way to save me, so he is so reckless. But now is not a good time to investigate thoroughly, and Yanyan will have to bear with me for a while."

Wan Ning's eyes widened and she asked, "Why? Are you still thinking about the father-son relationship and wanting him to put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha? No way?"

"You!" Ziheng poked her lovingly, then pulled out a stick from the snow, and drew a situation map on the ground while talking: "Yanyan, look, this big circle represents the emperor, and this small circle represents me. I was originally in his palm. This one represents Prince Qi. Because his power was reduced after joining the emperor, I emerged from his palm. The time is not yet ripe. If we act now and succeed, Prince Qi will lose his checks and balances; if we fail, all our efforts will go to waste."

Wan Ning patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I understand. A triangle is stable. Now it is a three-legged tripod. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

"Oh," Wan Ning said as she stretched lazily and sighed.

Ziheng quickly asked: "What's wrong, Yanyan, are you not satisfied with this arrangement?"

"No, don't get me wrong." Wan Ning explained quickly, "I just remembered that the last assassination case in the hunting ground has not been solved yet, and now there is another new case. Well, I'm afraid there will be more and more cases. Can I still wait until the dust settles and the finale?"

Ziheng grabbed her hand and asked, "Why, do you want to escape?"

Wan Ning waved her hands repeatedly and joked, "I dare not, I dare not. Seeing you like this, I dare not leave without saying goodbye. When I leave one day, I will not leave quietly, as if I have done something wrong and am ashamed of myself. If I leave, I will say goodbye to my friends and you in a dignified manner, saying goodbye with blessings."

Wan Ning suddenly looked up, stared into his eyes, and asked, "But will you come to see me off then?"

Silence. After a moment of silence, Ziheng avoided the topic and said with reluctance in his voice: "Yanyan, it's getting late. I'll take you back to the palace."

Wan Ning grabbed the edge of her skirt, turned around and walked back toward the horse, muttering under her breath, "Just kidding, you stingy guy."

"How can I be stingy?"

"Then will you send me off?"

"..."

"can you?"

"meeting!"