Emperor Jianing remained seated on the stone chair. After a long time, the wine jug was empty. Zhao Fu Xing stepped forward and persuaded in low voice, "Your Majesty, it is late at night and it is cold, drink less."
Emperor Jianing did not speak, but suddenly raised his head and looked to the secluded northern side of the Imperial City and muttered in a quiet voice, "Zhao Fu, do you think...is Di Chengtian dead, or is she alive?"
Zhao Fu's heart shuddered.
"If she is alive, how can my country still be so secure?"
"If she is dead, then zhen ..." Emperor Jianing rose abruptly, his brows solemn and cold "Is it possible to get out of this siege!"
Zhao Fu followed Emperor Jianing's gaze and landed on the northern palace of the imperial city, and his expression changed slightly.
That is the Zhaoren Palace Hall, the place where the Taizu died.
Almost no one in the world knows that when Tai Zu passed away, he was not accompanied by his Empress and imperial concubines, his royal son and princesses ... but by the head of the Di family, Di Chengtian.
No one knows that sixteen years ago, in front of the tomb of Taizu, Di Chengtian vowed never to set foot in the imperial capital again in this life.
Twenty years ago, Di Chengtian's martial arts skills had already reached the level of a grandmaster, and it was difficult to find an opponent in the world.
This is... the real reason why Emperor Jianing had not left the imperial capital for ten years.
He had won over the Di clan, making Dajing a royal family ever since, but he had trapped himself in this city forever —— a siege in the name of Di Chengtian's devotion to the world.
The palace servant led Ren Anle out of the Crown Heart Garden. Having been here once before, Ren Anle dismissed the palace servant and walked outside alone.
The palace was magnificent at night and the paths were secluded, but it was clear that Ren Anle had overestimated her ability to read the paths and in half a minute she was lost in the twists and turns of the palace.
She sighed and was about to call someone to take her out when she noticed a silhouette standing still in the pavilion not far away.
The pavilion is guarded by an imperial guard...? She didn't want her reputation for stealing incense and jade to be spread throughout the capital the next day. Ask for a meeting? Clearly not in keeping with her usual acting style.
[ unmarried young men and women in private love; men and women secretly in love ]
Ren Anle smiled smugly as she raised her chin and eyebrow.
In the Tianjian Pavilion, Han Yue stood quietly, holding Wen Shuo's examination paper for this year's exam in his hand. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he had a gentle expression on his face.
Suddenly there was a rustling of leaves, and Han Yue frowned and looked up to see - above the fence - a woman in an ancient navy blue dress sitting cross-legged, smiling radiantly.
Oh! Ren Anle whistled. She didn't know that the cold, old-fashioned crown prince would look so adorable when he was drunk!