Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2209

As soon as Song Shenzhi said this, his heart suddenly shrank as if it had been burned by an iron.

Regret it!

He was actually more clear-headed than his mother and brother, because he was well versed in the Northern Wing Law and knew the weight of the cold blade hanging over his neck.

According to Article 19 of the "Punishment and Household Order," anyone sentenced to exile would be criminalized and permanently barred from marrying a legitimate spouse. Anyone who dared to marry or arrange a marriage with a legitimate spouse would be punished with 50 strokes of the cane and three years' imprisonment; the matchmaker would be punished with 40 strokes of the cane and have half of their property confiscated. Any marriage involving a legitimate spouse would be stripped of their citizenship and enslaved by the government; any children born would be permanently enslaved to the lower classes.

At this moment, the law was carved into a stone tablet in his mind, which fell down with a loud bang, crushing the absurd greed he had just had.

Who does he want to harm?

Without waiting for Nan Yan to reply, Song Shenzhi turned around abruptly and ran out of the house almost as if he was fleeing in panic.

He stood stiffly in the draft in the corridor, his chest heaving and an unspeakable bitterness rolling in his throat.

He tilted his head back, trying to suppress the surging emotions back into his eyes, but it only made his cheeks flush and his eyes burn.

There is only one almost humble thought left in my mind: How nice it would be if I could just be a wooden man with no heart or thoughts!

He would rather she didn't understand the words "I'll teach you every day" at all, the deep-seated thoughts that even he himself didn't dare to delve into.

But Nanyan...she just happened to understand. She slowly walked out of the room and stopped in the shadow under the eaves.

She didn't say anything, but just looked quietly at the young man in the corridor whose body was stiff but tall and thin.

The cold wind blew through the dead branches in the yard, ruffling his slightly messy hair and thin clothes.

His profile was as cold and hard as a knife in the dim light, and the taut lines of his lips and the tightly pursed corners of his lips revealed the turbulent waves surging in his heart.

The silence at that moment froze the wind blowing through the corridor.

In this suffocating silence, Nan Yan's heart was suddenly and violently hit.

Like the sudden beating of a drum in the depths of a deep valley... Nan Yan had always been dull and had always thought that she only felt sympathy for Song Shenzhi.

But she understood it almost instantly at this moment.

It turned out that the inexplicable pain and throbbing in my heart before, and the lingering sense of loss at his departing back, were all the result of this sweet yet confusing feeling called "heartbeat" that grew and spread in secret.

This feeling was so violent and brutal, like an invisible hand, tightly grasping the depths of her silent heart.

In the moment when everything was silent and time stood still, she suddenly captured the fresh and passionate emotions in the emptiness and heaviness.

She wanted to go crazy for this man regardless of everything. She wanted to hug this man in front of her and sink into oblivion with him, even if there was an abyss ahead.

It was as if I had picked up a dusty gem, and I was so happy.

Yes, if it weren't for the thick dust and mud, if it weren't for the ruthless overturning and damage of fate, such a piece of spiritual jade, which should have become a star that all living beings look up to, how could it have fallen to the mortal world, allowing a humble person like her to secretly pick it up in a deserted place and privately store this ray of warmth?

This was probably the closest distance she could ever get to such a handsome and dignified man in her humble life.

Nan Yan no longer hesitated, taking a deep look at Song Shenzhi's back as he stood in the wind. Then, she resolutely turned around and quickly left.

She made her decision and knew who to look for.

Nan Yan went straight to find Shi Anxia, raised her head, and her eyes were no longer confused. Instead, they were burning with a clear and bright light of desperation. She said straight to the point, "Madam, I want to marry Mr. Song. Is that okay?"

Shi Anxia was stunned. "Song Shenzhi? Or Song Xizhi?"

"Master Shenzhi." Nan Yan's voice was very soft, but it was like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, creating ripples.