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

Anxiously waiting for the answer, Wan Ning stared at Mu Xiu with eagerness and hesitation in her eyes, wanting to know the answer but also feeling fearful.

Mu Xiu was defeated and looked away, saying casually: "Do you really think I'm a turtle in the wishing well? It's been many years since the incident, how would I know."

No answer is also an answer. Wan Ning sighed softly and said with a self-deprecating smile: "That's right, this is too difficult for you, but in my eyes, you are omnipotent."

"Don't compliment me, but if they were really a couple back then, what would you do?" Mu Xiu suddenly asked her his question.

"Me? I don't know. What you said happened many years ago. It's all in the past. I'm just scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Mu Xiu looked at her evasive eyes.

"I'm afraid that the love I get here is fake. I'm afraid of becoming a substitute in his love. I'm afraid of becoming someone else's shadow. For someone like me, I'm kind to everyone on the surface, but I'm slow to really trust someone." Wan Ning pursed her lips and shrugged, comforting herself: "But I'll leave sooner or later. I'm the one who 'abandons' him first, right?"

It seems that if she said this, she was the one who took the initiative, and the grievance in her heart would be reduced. If someone betrayed her, it was she who did it first, and others were just fighting back. She lacked love, but she held a double-edged sword to protect herself, and she hurt herself first when she slashed at others. She tried to use this way of rationalizing others' betrayal to offset the damage caused by being abandoned.

Mu Xiu did not respond to her words. He was also an abandoned person, but it was the fate of his family's era that abandoned him. However, he had not accepted his fate yet, and he did not intend to use this method of self-deception.

"He called her Yanyan. As far as I know, Princess Feiyu doesn't have this nickname. Even if there is such a possibility, you are definitely not a substitute for Princess Feiyu." Mu Xiu drank the tea in the cup and continued, "Now Princess Feiyu and King Tumo are in harmony and have a deep relationship. It's meaningless to talk about the past. Enjoy the present. His love makes you happy. Why bother about who this love was originally for? A person who is about to die of thirst in the desert, does he care who the owner of the bottle of water he picked up on the road is?"

Mu Xiu smiled calmly, then added: "I don't care."

Wan Ning looked up in frustration. During the moments when she was alone reading, she would sometimes try to step out and study her life from a third-person perspective. She spoke calmly of her research conclusions.

"To love and to be loved is a kind of ability, Mu Xiu, but unfortunately I haven't passed this lesson yet."

Looking at her skilled self-analysis, Mu Xiu unconsciously felt a sense of sympathy, and his eyes were filled with a bit of heartache. He stubbornly turned his head and asked coldly: "If that's the case, why don't you just ask him directly? Why are you being so twisted?"

Wan Ning was a person who recovered very quickly. Her true feelings had returned to her old self. She joked, "Why? Go directly to the teacher to ask for the answer? Can he give it to me? Forget it, I'd better learn this lesson slowly. If he really treats me as a substitute, I will never see him again in this life, and make him lose his love forever - twice!"

Mu Xiu put the cup in her hand, then clinked it with his own cup and said with a smile, "You recover quickly and think positively! Let's drink tea instead of wine. Cheers."

Wan Ning turned her head to look in the direction Yin Zhu left and asked, "Speaking of tea, why did Yin Zhu take so long to make tea for me? And where is my yogurt snack?"

Mu Xiu chuckled and asked, "You're really waiting. If you want to eat, why not go to the inn in the east of the city?"

"Posthouse? What's the point?"

Mu Xiu came closer and whispered, "The envoy from Tumo is staying here. There are many more good things there than here. There are also many gifts from Tumo at this time, as well as portraits and letters that Tumo people recently painted for Princess Feiyu. Why don't you go there and ask for some?"

The two smiled at each other, each with their own thoughts.

Wan Ning put the cup in her hand on the table, then stood up and said to Mu Xiu: "Thank you, Prince Mu Xiu. By the way, tell Yin Zhu that he can't drink the tea this time. Come back next time if you have the chance."

After saying that, he turned and left. After taking two steps, he turned back and smiled embarrassedly, and urged softly: "By the way, please pay more attention to the map."

Worried that Mu Xiu would refuse, Wan Ning strode away after saying this.

After she left, Mu Xiu returned to his original state, lying quietly in the recliner, drinking tea alone until night fell. Only then did Yin Zhu slowly appear behind him.

"Is it done?" Mu Xiu asked.

"Everything has been completed according to your instructions, but how did you know that Princess Le Yan would go?"

Mu Xiu remained silent, neither explaining nor answering. The silence seemed particularly terrifying in the darkness. Yin Zhu realized that he had spoken out of turn, and immediately knelt down behind Mu Xiu, begging for his forgiveness.

He just lay there quietly, fiddling with the teacup on the table with his fingers.

After returning to Xiang Wanxuan, Wan Ning's heart seemed to be hooked by something. She wanted to be in the post house right now and see everything Tu Mo sent this time. She was just afraid of becoming a substitute, picking up the unwanted love of others in the world. She felt more sympathy, admiration and curiosity for Feiyu.

But she couldn't leave the palace tonight, and she had promised Ziheng that she would go to see him tonight when she left. But after the commotion at noon, everyone knew that the emperor was in a coma, and there were more eyes watching him secretly, so she changed into lighter clothes and went to see him secretly.

Ziheng had almost recovered and started to deal with various affairs. He could sit in a position facing the window and the door, looking out from time to time. Ever since Wan Ning said she would come tonight, he began to look forward to it when she left. He evacuated the guards at the door early in the morning and only let Fang Xiong guard the door.

Whenever there was a sound outside the door, he would look up to confirm whether it was Wan Ning. If not, he would not be sad or depressed, but would be glad that he was waiting for someone who would come and could wait slowly.

Suddenly, the window opposite was quietly opened a crack, and there was a rustling sound. The person outside the window thought he had done it perfectly, but he didn't expect that everything had been discovered by the person in the room. He hid against the wall and imagined her sneaking around.

Wan Ning didn't see anyone through the gap, so she immediately pushed a wider gap and almost put her whole face in, but still couldn't find him. At this time, Ziheng, who had seen everything, secretly admired her cuteness, leaned over and kissed her cheek with love in his eyes.

Wan Ning widened her eyes and took a step back. She was not annoyed by his tricks, but was genuinely happy. She asked with concern, "Ziheng, are you okay now?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. Thank you, Yanyan, for your caring and thoughtful care by the bedside today." He then reached out to hold her arm.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to the imperial physician. I just did some small work." Wan Ning supported his shoulders and tried to come in through the window, but failed.

Ziheng saw through her thoughts, stepped forward, held her waist with both hands through the window, lifted her up and let her in easily. At the same time, he closed the window.

Wan Ning tightly grasped the hard muscles on his arm and joked, "You've recovered really well!"

She looked around and saw that the wooden box had been put away and a thick pile of folded papers was placed on the table. She walked around Ziheng and came to the table, gesturing at the height of the folded papers and said, "Have you processed so many already?"

Ziheng stepped forward and held her hand, using his fingertips to touch it from top to bottom like plucking a string, feeling the thickness of the paper. He said gently, "Because I'm thinking about Yanyan, when will you come to see me?"