I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

In Huining Palace, Furong ran into the room excitedly, "Your Majesty! His Majesty is here!"

Concubine De put away her hairpin, straightened her clothes, walked out, knelt down and said:

"Greetings to Your Majesty."

"Get up." An Zhaoyan sat down at the table.

Seeing the table full of desserts, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

His eyes swept over these exquisite desserts, and finally stopped at a plate of matcha mille-feuille cake. He reached out and picked up a piece casually, his movements graceful and natural.

He took a bite of the cake, feeling the sweet and soft texture melting in his mouth. He chewed gently, as if savoring the beauty of the moment. As he chewed, the corners of his mouth gradually rose, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the sweetness. In this brief moment of tranquility, he seemed to feel that she, bright and cheerful, was right beside him.

Concubine De looked strange and reminded, "Your Majesty, are you here to snatch these foods from me?"

An Zhaoyan wiped his hands and said, "You can't eat so much anyway. If you can't finish it today, it will taste much worse tomorrow."

"Your Majesty must have eaten a lot. Otherwise, how could he know so clearly?" Defei also picked up a bowl of hot eggnog and gently put it into her mouth.

"Why do these words sound a bit sour to me?" He smiled, looked at Concubine De's elegant movements, and thought of someone's crossed legs.

"Your Majesty, you are overthinking. Your Majesty, you came here to know how Miss Jiang is doing, right?" Defei watched the ice in his eyes slowly melt and realized that he was not thinking about her.

An Zhaoyan didn't answer her, but leaned his elbows on the armrest, motioning her to continue.

"Miss Jiang said, 'A thousand freedoms, a hundred freedoms.'"

Defei finished speaking word by word, and looked at the iceberg that had just melted in her eyes, and in an instant it was frozen again and snow was flying for thousands of miles.

"I understand. You've made a tiring trip, you should rest early." He smiled, but the smile was like a mask, without any warmth in it. His eyes revealed a coldness and alienation, as if isolating her from another world.

Concubine De's body trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She looked deeply at the emperor, then put down the bowl and saluted, "Your Majesty, take care."

An Zhaoyan slowly turned around and left, each step seeming so heavy and resolute.

"Your Majesty, why did His Majesty leave?" Furong lifted the curtain and walked in.

"You didn't come here for me, so you can just leave." Defei finished the eggnog in one breath, but suddenly felt that the taste was a bit strange.

"Doesn't your Majesty look very happy? How could this happen?" Furong was puzzled.

"Our Majesty is the most unpredictable. No matter what happens, he always smiles, but his smile is full of daggers! He never shows his emotions. You think he is angry, but is he really furious? He is only angry because others think he should be angry. I am afraid... only that person can make him really let down his guard." Defei put down the bowl and wiped her mouth gently.

"Who is it?" Furong asked curiously.

"Nothing." De Fei threw down her handkerchief and pointed at the desserts on the table. "Furong, you can share all these good things. It's time to taste the power of this girl."

Furong thanked him repeatedly, and suddenly tilted her head and murmured, "Why does your words sound so awkward..."

In the early morning of the beginning of spring, the sun becomes bright and warm, shining through the winter haze and onto the earth. The cold wind gradually subsides, replaced by a gentle breeze that blows gently across your face, bringing a breath of fresh air. Flocks of wild geese fly north, forming a line or a human shape in the sky, adding a touch of vitality to the arrival of spring.

An Huanyan was wearing an exquisite shawl, the bright red color was like a burning flame, shining warmly in the sun. It was embroidered with exquisite phoenix patterns, and every stitch and thread was delicate and meticulous, as if the phoenix was spreading its wings and about to fly, lifelike. The auspicious cloud pattern on the dark green phoenix crown was embroidered with gold thread, shining with golden light, and contrasting with the red base material, it was even more gorgeous and noble.

The golden crown bared its teeth and claws, and in the center of the crown was a huge sapphire, crystal clear and emitting a mysterious light. The gem was surrounded by a circle of round pearls, each of which exuded a soft luster, like a bright moon, illuminating An Huanyan's face.

An Huanyan looked at her bright red lips in the mirror and pursed her lips gently. This heavily made-up face looked a little strange, but it also had a flamboyant charm that seemed to be able to capture people's hearts.

"So beautiful." Jiang Xingkuo squeezed next to her, grinning, unable to move his eyes away.

An Huanyan smiled shyly and reached out to push Jiang Xingkuo away, "Put on your makeup! You're the bridesmaid, don't embarrass me!"

"The princess is such a beauty! But, girl, what is a bridesmaid?" Teng Xi, who had just finished taking care of Huan Yan, came over, pushed Jiang Xing Kuo down on a stool, picked up a comb, and began to comb her hair.

Jiang Xingkuo was pressed on the stool somewhat unwillingly, muttering: "A bridesmaid is just like a half-mother to her! I have to worry about everything!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, girl!" Teng Xi couldn't help laughing, but his hands didn't stop moving. He skillfully combed Jiang Xingkuo's hair into a beautiful bun and inserted a few exquisite hairpins on it.

Jiang Xingkuo was busy chatting with An Huanyan and his mind was not on this at all.

"Girl, take a look at it." Tengxi held up a mirror and looked at it for her.

Jiang Xingkuo turned his head, looked again and again, and touched the bun on his head, "It's so delicate and complicated? How can I remove it when I go to bed at night?"

"Miss! At such an important moment, I just feel that it is not grand enough! When you go to bed at night, I will come to give you your hair bun. Please do not do it yourself to avoid pulling your hair out." Tengxi explained with a smile.

"Okay, that's too much trouble." Jiang Xingkuo took the mirror and tried to turn his head to see behind him. "Why can't I see behind me?"

"Why, young lady, you still don't trust me?" Tengxi touched her bun and adjusted the position of a few hairpins.

"How can that be! So let it be! You guys still have things to do! Go quickly!" Jiang Xingkuo put down the mirror.

As the sun set, the sound of gongs and drums could be heard from the street. An Huanyan swallowed, clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, and began to tremble slightly unconsciously.

"Are you nervous?" Jiang Xingkuo held her hand tightly and asked softly.

An Huanyan shook her head and forced a smile at her, as if trying to hide her inner uneasiness.

"I haven't eaten anything all morning, and I still have to worship heaven and earth. There are a lot of things to do. Why don't you eat something to fill your stomach?" Jiang Xingkuo said, handing her the pastries on the table.

When An Huanyan smelled the sweet smell, her stomach churned. She frowned and covered her mouth with one hand, almost vomiting. She quickly turned her head away and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her discomfort.

Jiang Xingkuo's heart tightened when he saw her reaction. He quickly put down the cake, patted her back, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

An Huanyan waved her hands, forced a smile, and said, "I'm fine, just a little nauseous. Maybe it's because I was too nervous."