A piece of Japanese incense

Feng Zhixu warmed her hand, shook his head and sighed, "Sister Yihe, although Zhiyu and I are brothers, we are not from the same mother. As the elder brother, I have always longed to be close to him, but he is wary of me. However, this is the first time I see him care so much about someone, I am really jealous~"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince and I don't have a deep friendship! It's...it's that Your Highness the Crown Prince is grateful for our friendship, so...so..." Zhi Yihe explained hesitantly.

"Is that so? Then... Yihe and my sister, for the sake of our brotherly relationship, you have to take more care of us!"

"I?……"

"Yes, Zhiyu has always kept his distance from others, but he cares deeply about you. You are so special to him, and you are undoubtedly an important link connecting our deep brotherly love in the future!"

Feng Zhixu tightened his grip on her hand, and Zhi Yihe felt herself surrounded by the heat, having already forgotten everything else, and only responded with a shy smile and a slight nod.

(Am I so stupid in my dream? It's so obvious that Feng Zhixu wants me to be a spy! He just uses his beauty to lure me, and I agree? His IQ is really worrying!)

Feng Zhixu was drunk, his eyes half closed, his eyes blurred: "Yihe, being the crown prince is good~ everything is his! We are both grandsons of the emperor, why is it that he was born with everything ready! Born in glory, raised in wealth!"

Zhi Yihe walked hurriedly through the quiet corridor, her voice filled with concern: "Your Highness Zhixu! Why did you drink so much!" Her figure flashed through the crack in the door, and she hurried into the hall.

Feng Zhixu waved his arms, holding the wine jug in his hand, and staggered into Zhi Yihe's arms. Zhi Yihe used all his strength to support his body, and helped him to place him on the chair with difficulty.

"Yihe~My life is so miserable! My mother died young, and my father is far away in the frontier. Although I receive letters all the time, I am alone in this East Palace. Do you know how I survive the long nights and lonely mornings?" Feng Zhixu's voice was heavily drunk, but revealed a deep sorrow.

Zhi Yihe snatched the wine jug from his hand, pressed his hand on his chest, and calmed him down: "Your Highness, please don't drink anymore. Although wine can relieve sorrow, it is not a good solution to problems. I feel your pain, but please take care of your body!"

Feng Zhixu hugged Zhi Yihe and said with a bit of despair in his tone: "Yihe, if Zhiyu asked Grandpa Huang to marry you, would you choose him too!?"

"How could that be! Your Highness! You...you know..." Zhi Yihe's lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say the words he had prepared for a long time, but he seemed a little hesitant because of his excitement.

"What do I know? What do I know!" Feng Zhixu grabbed her shoulders and shook her back and forth, questioning her non-stop, eager to find out the truth.

"I know...I am a commoner..." There were complex emotions flashing in Zhi Yihe's eyes, as if he was worried about the uncertainty of the future and also longing for a possible response.

"What do you want to say?"

Zhi Yihe's breathing became rapid and shallow. Every breath he inhaled seemed to be drawing courage, and every exhalation was an attempt to release the pressure in his heart: "I... have long had feelings for Your Highness." His voice was a little hoarse, but full of determination, and he finally uttered the confession that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time.

"Is this true?!"

"Your Highness, I remember that when I was at my most helpless and hopeless, Your Highness comforted me and led me to find my father. Since then, Your Highness has been deeply rooted in my heart. I was able to enter the palace to serve as the princess's companion because I asked my father for it...

That day, the letter from me was ignored by His Highness, and I fell seriously ill, but His Highness still did not let go of the past grudges and came to visit me in person. Over the years, His Highness has been caring for me so much that I...have already secretly given my heart to His Highness..." Zhi Yihe Wanru summoned up all her courage and told all her thoughts in one breath.

"He'er! What you said is true! He'er!" His voice was cheerful, and his laughter was more unbridled than usual, with a kind of desperate release, and his words became unclear and intermittent.

"Yes, Your Highness." Zhi Yihe avoided his gaze and lowered her head to play with the ends of her hair.

"No! No way! Zhiyu told me that he loves you and even asked the Emperor to grant you a marriage! I...I can't take away his love!"

"What!?" Zhi Yihe nervously grabbed Feng Zhixu's collar: "I won't agree! My father won't agree either!"

Feng Zhixu lowered his eyes dejectedly, his voice low and frustrated: "He is the crown prince. When my father ascends the throne, he will be the crown prince. This vast world will eventually fall into his hands. Even though we have deep feelings for each other, we are helplessly destined to be together..."

"I will never marry him! And my father will never entrust me to someone like that!"

"A person like that? He is the noble grandson of the Emperor!"

"No! He is just a beggar adopted by my father who looks like the crown prince!" Zhi Yihe inadvertently revealed the truth, and then realized his slip of the tongue. He covered his lips in a panic, trying to hide his inner fear and uneasiness.

"What do you mean? What is going on? He'er, don't hide it from me! You have to think about our future!"

Zhi Yihe hesitated again and again, but Feng Zhixu swung his sleeves impatiently: "I think you just want to be the Crown Prince's Consort, the future mother of a country, huh! Who in this world doesn't want to have it?"

A trace of anxiety flashed across Zhi Yihe's face, like a frightened deer, eager to escape from the hunter's sight.

Her hands moved involuntarily in the air, as if trying to weave a clear story with invisible gestures.

She spoke at an unusually fast pace, like drops of water in a torrent, rushing out from her lips, pouring out all the details of the terror of her childhood kidnapping and the reunion in the palace in one breath.

"I see. I was wondering why Feng Zhiyu, who had always been a stone-hearted man, had such a drastic change of character. He showed a rare warmth in front of you. He treated you differently..."

Zhi Yihe's eyes kept searching the other person's face for signs of understanding, as if every nod or smile could ease the tension in her heart a little.

Feng Zhixu lowered his head and looked at her, speaking in a low voice: "He'er, do you know how your father replaced the two people? Where is the former Feng Zhiyu now? What is the deep meaning behind your father's actions?"

Zhi Yihe shook his head in confusion, with a hint of puzzlement between his brows: "I just thought that he was looking for a backer for me in the palace."