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

Turning sideways and looking back, Ziheng was still sleeping soundly beside me, looking very well behaved.

Wan Ning tiptoed back and adjusted her posture to face him. She stretched out her fingers and moved them from his forehead along the bridge of his nose, finally stopping at his lips and tapping them lightly.

Ziheng, who was originally sleeping soundly, raised his chin slightly and bit her finger gently and accurately. Wan Ning found out that she was being played by him, and was curious about when such a serious person turned into such a scoundrel. She was angry and wanted to pull out her finger, but he held it in his mouth again.

Wan Ning was angry and took revenge by pinching his nose with her other hand to force him to admit defeat. Ziheng opened his eyes and smiled foolishly. He looked like he deserved a beating, so Wan Ning punched him in the chest.

He said angrily, "You rascal, when did you become so bad?"

"When?" Ziheng asked, picking out the loophole in her words.

Wan Ning thought, "Oh no, doesn't this mean I know what he was like before?" But this little thing didn't bother her at all. She noticed it with a quick glance, pretending to be wronged while taking clothes from the bedside, she said, "I thought you were a gentleman when I saw you a few days ago, pretending to be well-dressed, but I didn't expect you to be such a scoundrel. I saw through your true colors a long time ago, so I just went home with Wan Tao yesterday."

As she was talking, she had already gotten out of bed and put on her clothes. Ziheng was anxious to get out of bed as well, but when he confirmed that she didn't want to leave but just walked to the desk in the corner of the room, he was relieved. He slowly picked up his coat from the ground and put it on, revealing her fair skin and bones. Then, while tying the belt, he watched Wan Ning pick up the pen and dip it in ink, but was reluctant to write.

"What do you want to write?"

Ziheng stood opposite, half blocked by the table, with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the white paper in front of him.

"I haven't thought about it yet, just write whatever I want to write. It doesn't matter what I write." She can write more and more words. Although they are still not good-looking, it's not her fault. Since she came here, she has something to do almost every day, either serious or trivial. It's too difficult to sit there and practice calligraphy.

She remembered that the first time she wrote Chinese characters, it was Ziheng who taught her, and it was her name. She was about to sign the relationship agreement when she realized that she didn't know how to write her own name.

Su Wanning

After thinking for a while, Wan Ning finally wrote her name, looked at it carefully, and then felt something was wrong and was about to tear it up. Ziheng quickly stopped her and praised her, "It's well written, why are you tearing it up again?"

"There's no reason. I just wanted to write it, and now I want to tear it up. I do whatever I want, and I don't need a reason!" Wan Ning looked at his protective look and pouted: "Since you like it so much, it's okay to give it to you. Anyway, I can still write more. What do you usually call me?"

"Yanyan," Ziheng blurted out, and then corrected himself in time: "Xiaowan, it's Xiaowan."

"What's the small bowl and big bowl? How do you call me usually? Don't you remember?" Wan Ning asked, getting close to his face.

"Xiao Wan!" Ziheng answered firmly, pointing at the white paper, "Write quickly."

Ink fell on the paper, and Wan Ning wrote the word "Yan Yan". After a person died once, some things can no longer be avoided. If it is a misunderstanding, it should be resolved. If it is a problem, it should be solved. Living with suspicion in the heart will definitely become a big problem in the future. If he really regards himself as a substitute, then I will treat him as a tool, tease him when I am happy, and dump him when I am unhappy.

Ziheng, this fool, had no sense of crisis when he saw the word "Yanyan" on the paper. He deliberately walked around behind Wan Ning, stroked her arm, and carefully looked at the words on the paper.

"Xiao Wan's handwriting is much better than before. Don't you dislike this name?"

"It has nothing to do with the name. What I don't like is why I am called by someone else's name." Wan Ning put down the pen and controlled her emotions.

Ziheng was completely confused and had no idea what was going on. After she pointed it out to him, he finally understood the crux of the problem.

"Someone else's name?"

"Isn't it? There's no Yan in my name, and my nickname isn't Yanyan either, so why do you call me that?" Wan Ning turned around and leaned against the desk, staring into his eyes and asked, "Or is this someone else's name, and you use it for all your girlfriends, or do you treat me as a stand-in for someone else?"

"This……"

Ziheng saw that there was a misunderstanding and was eager to explain. Wan Ning was afraid that the answer would be too cruel and she didn't have the courage to bear it. So she interrupted him and added: "I don't want to be someone else's substitute. If this is the answer, please be more tactful! I'm afraid I can't help but beat you up. If you think you can take a beating, you can do it without any scruples."

Wan Ning had already made up her mind. If she was really used as a substitute, she would definitely beat him up when she left. She would not hesitate to bring him down. She would let him know that he was not easy to mess with, and she would give him a slap even if she had nothing in her hands.

Ziheng put his hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eye, and said sincerely, "No, you are yourself. I have never treated you as someone else."

Wan Ning was skeptical of this answer, but she was still pretending not to remember the past, so she couldn't bring up the names of Princess Le Yan and Princess Fei Yu. She held Zi Heng's chin with her fingers, carefully examined him and tried to find evidence of a lie, but to no avail, she asked, "Is it true?"

"It's absolutely true. I'm not lying at all." Ziheng subconsciously looked at the secret room behind Wan Ning, couldn't help but smile, and then fixed his eyes on her, explaining: "'Yan Yan' is your name. It's the only name between you and me. No one else calls you that except me. No one else is called Yan Yan except you. Did you tell me this name?"

"Me?" Wan Ning pointed at herself and confirmed with him again and again, hating herself for not being able to talk about the past.

"Although the eldest princess' name is not Le Yan, I only called her sister when I was young. I have only seen her a few times after I grew up, so I have never called her anything else. Maybe you have heard the rumor that I had feelings for Miss Feiyu who married into the alliance."

"There's none?"

"I am just familiar with her. Her brother and I were in the same military camp before, so they took care of us. Her brother also saved my life, and because of my opposition to the marriage, the troublemakers spread rumors. Yanyan, there is nothing wrong between her and me, and you have never been a substitute for others." Ziheng held her hand, smiled dotingly, and added, "You may not remember it now, but one day you will remember it, Yanyan, remember everything, and then you will understand that it has only been you from the beginning to the end."

Wan Ning believed it for the time being, raised her head and asked, "Do you want me to remember?"

Ziheng shook his head: "I just hope you are happy. It's good now. It will be painful to think about it."

"Ok?"

"Yan Yan, promise me that if you think about it in the future, you will always be happy!"