Nan Feng gave him a faint smile.
Afterward, the Emperor granted Nan Feng a seat and, looking at Nan Feng, said, "This is the third-place scholar from our imperial examination, and I've heard he's a fellow townsman of yours. Therefore, I have arranged for you two to meet and reminisce about old times."
When the Emperor spoke to Nan Feng, his tone was quite gentle, not at all like how one would treat a hostage, which left Mo Wenxuan somewhat perplexed.
Nan Feng's gaze once again settled on the Emperor's face.
It was the first time she had seen the Emperor since returning from the hunt, and for some reason, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
But she quickly suppressed this discomfort.
He is the Emperor, and although he saved your life, it does not mean that you are of great significance in his eyes. In that situation, he would have saved anyone.
"Then, I thank Your Majesty. Wenxuan is indeed from my hometown. In the past, we were even betrothed."
