The emperor was full of confidence and had a rare good sleep tonight.

In his dream, he dreamed of dragon dance again.

The brilliant Long Wu led him to be invincible, step by step towards the highest position.

She had bright eyes and would always squat down and tell him firmly not to give up.

When he was feeling awkward and uneasy during the autumn hunt because he had no team, she appeared brightly, extended a hand to him, and said, "I'll help you win first place."

She kept her word and indeed won first place in that autumn hunt.

She did not take any credit for it, but only said that most of the prey came from his hands.

That time, his father turned his attention to this mediocre son whom he had always ignored for the first time.

……

In Gouer Lane, Song Zhi also saw the painting.

The person in the painting was so eye-catching that she was unconsciously drawn in and stared at it for a long time.

This was the first time Song Zhi saw the portrait of the late Queen Long Wu, but she felt particularly familiar with it.

It was as if they had met each other long, long ago.

However, she carefully searched the memories of her two lives and confirmed that she had never seen the late queen.

So she attributed this feeling to the fact that the late queen was so friendly that people couldn't help but feel close to her.

Only a woman like this could give birth to a person like Mu Nanqi.

Song Zhi carefully put the painting away.

She received a letter from the border during the day, saying that Xin Wanyun and his men had captured another city.

The people in that city also complained about not having enough food to eat, and the increased taxes almost cost them their lives.

So when they attacked, they broke through the city gate with almost no effort.

Xie Ting had been frantically trying to claim credit in his letters, hinting that he could be promoted to the rank of deputy general.

Song Zhi silently ignored his words and turned to look at the reminder below.

Mu Yuanzhi tried to contact the spies stationed in the city and sent several letters in succession.

After intercepting the letter, Xin Wanyun and others thought again and again and decided not to take the risk of forging a reply letter.

Because they didn't know whether doing so would interrupt Song Zhi's plan. If they didn't reply, they could at least delay it for a while, but if the reply was exposed, it would be exposed immediately.

Song Zhi actually didn't care about this.

In any case, Mu Yuanzhi would definitely not have done nothing recently, and since she asked her father to write a memorial to the emperor, the dog emperor should have noticed something and was paying attention to Mu Yuanzhi's whereabouts.

Mu Yuanzhi probably won’t be able to dance for much longer.

The most important thing for her now is to get married smoothly. After all, there is only one month left until the wedding day, and she will be getting married soon.

Humph, that set of pajamas will come in handy then.

When thinking of pajamas, Song Zhi couldn't help but think of Liu Ruoyu.

She had been gone for more than half a year, but no news came back.

She had previously asked Madam Cang about Liu Ruoyu's situation, but Madam Cang said she didn't know either, because the people she sent out could not be contacted just like Liu Ruoyu.

Although Song Zhi knew that for Liu Ruoyu's personality, no news might be the best news.

They are in Li State, so it is prudent for them not to pass on the news to Tianqi.

But Song Zhi secretly decided in her heart that if Liu Ruoyu still had no news by summer, she would go to Li State in person.

While my thoughts were drifting, Mu Nanqi walked in from outside.

There was a chill on his body, making him look even colder.

When he saw Song Zhi, he hugged her in his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Smelling the familiar scent of her, he felt at peace.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you were going to the palace to listen to the dog emperor talk about the late queen? What happened?"

Song Zhi let him lean on him without moving.

Mu Nanqi whispered: "Nothing happened, I was just too happy."

Happy……

Song Zhi repeatedly recalled the look on his face when he came in, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with happiness.

But she certainly wouldn't question such a small matter now, so she asked, "What are you happy about?"

"Azhi, it turns out that I wasn't the child who was not expected to come into this world from the beginning."

From childhood to adulthood, he has never shown his vulnerable side in front of others.

No, it can be said that he learned to use indifference and hardness to make himself look stronger since he was very young, and basically did not show his emotions.

But today, he couldn't help but tear up.

How could I not care?

He had been experiencing all kinds of weird things since he was a child. People said that he was not the child his father expected to be born, that no one wanted him and no one liked him, and that his mother, Concubine Yue, had angered her own sister, the late queen, to death in order to seduce the emperor, and that she did not deserve to live in this world.

At such a young age, he has endured too much malice.

To the point that he really doubted what the meaning of his coming into this world was.

Even as he grew older, his heart became strong enough not to be shaken by these remarks.

But somewhere deep in my heart, there still remains an unspeakable darkness.

Now, he finally let it go.

In this tragedy, the most innocent people are Long Yue and him, the most unworthy person is the late queen, the most hateful person is the imperial concubine, and the most infuriating people are those who slander indiscriminately.

And the one who deserves to die the most is the emperor.

As the person who connected all of this together, he was the one who made the most mistakes, but because he was a man and the emperor, he was perfectly invisible.

No one said that he did a bad job, and no one even suggested that he was wrong or incorrect.

Just like that cup of drugged wine, if he hadn't intended to, how could he and Long Yuexing have sex so smoothly?

The entire palace belongs to him, and if he doesn't want to, this thing will not happen.

Not to mention that there are so many concubines. Even if she was poisoned, she would not lose consciousness immediately. Why must Long Yue be the antidote?

However, he wanted to do it himself, but didn't want to affect his reputation, so he pushed the woman to the front to block it.

Such people are sanctimonious, hypocritical and selfish.

Song Zhi patted his back gently, and said softly as if coaxing a child, "It's okay, it's okay."

Mu Nanqi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. When he raised his head again, he had regained his cold and noble appearance.

"Ah Zhi, there's no need to do this."

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed, "You weren't that sad just now."

Mu Nanqi's eyes darkened, "Actually, there is another way to comfort you."

"What kind of comfort?"

"Like this."

He put his arm around her waist, gently stroked her hair with his hand, then gently cupped her cheek, slowly brought his lips closer to hers and kissed her softly.

His movements were extremely gentle, without any urgency or passion, only endless tenderness and love flowing through him.

The wind is cold outside the window, but the room is warm as if flowers are blooming.

Song Zhi closed his eyes unconsciously, feeling each other's warmth.

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