"Busy? Can't come?"

Nan Yan murmured and repeated these words, raised his head and looked at them blankly.

Seeing her eyes at this moment, Aunt Tongyun felt so sad.

Although she had given birth to a daughter, Nan Yan's eyes still looked very clear. Sometimes, there was even a kind of girlish innocence, but at this moment, her eyes looked scarred.

It seemed that during the period of waiting speechlessly, an invisible sword stabbed her.

"Empress..."

Aunt Tongyun wanted to say something to comfort her, but Nanyan had already raised her hand, gently waved her, and said, "It's okay, you can take down all the food."

"Empress, you haven't used supper yet."

"I can't eat it."

"But"

"Don't persuade me," Nan Yan smiled bitterly, trying to make a relieved expression: "I really can't eat this time."

Seeing her say this, Aunt Tongyun knew that there was no way to persuade her, so she could only direct Nianqiu and others to remove the food.

"You all go out, I want to stay alone."

"yes."

Everyone quietly retreated and closed the door.

In the spacious and empty Yikun Palace, only Nan Yan was sitting alone at the table, facing the lonely lamp on the table.

This was the first time she felt the coldness and loneliness in the palace.

And those who withdrew from Yikun Palace were all frowning.

Nian Qiu walked behind Aunt Tongyun worriedly and said softly: "Aunt, will the emperor really not come tonight?"

"It seems, yes."

"Where will the emperor go? Will he really go to Feng Zhaoyi?"

“…”

Aunt Tongyun sighed: "Maybe."

Nian Qiu said softly: "Aunt, do you want me to go there and take a look?"

Aunt Tongyun turned to look at him, and said with a wry smile: "What's the use of seeing it? The emperor has gone, but he won't come; if he didn't go, why don't he come?"

When Nian Qiu heard him say this, she felt like a big stone was pressing on her heart.

The two continued walking out.

The sky was completely dark, and there seemed to be no light in front and behind the Yikun Palace. Nian Qiu said softly: "Aunt, are our Empress going to lose favor?"

“…!”

Aunt Tongyun's heart trembled.

In fact, the honors and favors in the harem come and go quickly, and the flowers do not have a hundred days of red. They all understand this truth very well. But seeing the emperor's favor for the imperial concubine a few days ago, they vaguely felt that this kind of feeling could last forever.

But it turns out that they were all wrong.

Nothing can last forever.

Nanyan slept on the table all night.

The next morning, she suddenly woke up by the sound of the door slamming and pushing it open. She raised her head and felt a soreness in her neck, almost twisting it.

"ah……"

She let out a low cry of pain.

The one who came in from outside was not someone else, but Ran Xiaoyu.

She took two steps at a time, walked to Nanyan and said, "Empress, why did you sleep on the table all night?"

"I'm fine."

Nan Yan waved his hand in a concealed manner and lowered his red eyes.

As soon as he saw her, Ran Xiaoyu understood everything and asked, "The Empress waited for the emperor all night last night, right?"

"I……"

Nanyan hesitated a little.

She knew how good Ran Xiaoyu was to her, and she couldn't bear to suffer any grievances. She wanted to let her know about this, but she was afraid that she would cause a big storm.

Then he shook his head lightly: "This is nothing."

“…”

"He is the emperor, and even if he really wants to favor Feng Zhaoyi, it is natural."

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her with a complicated expression and said, "Empress, but the emperor didn't go to Feng Chaoyi last night."

"What?"

When Nan Yan heard this, he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"You said the emperor didn't go to Feng Zhaoyi's place last night."

"No."

"The Emperor has been in the imperial study last night."

"Yeah?"

Nan Yan was a little stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Zhu Feng had not gone to Feng Shu's place, and she felt a little sad or happy.

Just as she frowned with a complicated expression, Xiaoyu continued, "Although the emperor didn't go to Feng Zhaoyi's place yesterday, something big happened this morning."

"What's the big deal?"

"It was Ye Zheng who told me," Ran Xiaoyu frowned and said, "Ye Zheng said that the emperor approved a memorial and allowed King Ning Zhuxuan to serve as the imperial court of Jingzhao in Peking."

"What?!"

Nanyan couldn't believe his ears.

She held the edge of the table with both hands and stood up suddenly, but because she stood too hard, she was dizzy and almost fell down. Fortunately, Ran Xiaoyu stretched out her hand and held her.

Nan Yan grabbed his arm with his back hand and said, "Xiaoyu, say it again, what does the emperor want King Ning to be?"

Ran Xiaoyu said in a deep voice: "After moving the capital, let King Ning be the Yin of Jingzhao in Peking."

“…!”

Nanyan took a breath of air conditioning.

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her sudden pale face and asked with some concern: "Empress, Ye Zheng also seems very nervous, but I don't understand very well. No matter how powerful this Jingzhao Yin is, it is not as powerful as the current Duke, let alone the power of the prince. King Ning is already a prince. Will it have such a big impact to be a Jingzhao Yin?"

Nan Yan sank a sigh of relief and said, "King Ning is nothing; Jingzhao Yin is nothing."

“…”

"But if King Ning adds Jing Zhaoyin, the matter will be serious."

“…”

"This is called Prince Yin Jing."

"Prince Yin Jing?"

These four words were a little unfamiliar with Ran Xiaoyu. She frowned and asked, "What does it mean?"

Nan Yan said: "Since the founding of the Great Yan Dynasty, although it has only lasted for three generations, a convention has been formed, that is, when deciding on the heirs of the dynasty, the prince will be first enthroned, and then the prince will serve as the Jingzhao Yin."

"What?"

"Before, the crown prince and the crown prince of the Gao Emperor had gone through this path."

“…”

"In fact, just before the Great Yan Dynasty, such an unwritten convention has been formed over the past thousands of years."

"So that's the case," Ran Xiaoyu said, frowning: "Why is it King Ning?"

"Yes, why is it King Ning?"

Nan Yan's face became more and more serious.

Originally, Zhu Chengxuan was conferred the title of King of Wei, and during the period when Zhu Feng left Jinling, he had been in charge of the country as a prince. Although he did not serve as the position of Jingzhao Yin, he generally had such a title.

So next, it was almost natural for him to be appointed as the crown prince.

Now a Ning King suddenly appeared, serving as Jingzhao Yin.

Prince Yin Jing...

How could this happen?

I had already said so clearly to Zhu Feng before, and he also understood that letting King Wei be the heir is the best and most appropriate choice.

Why did King Ning emerge at this time?

And Zhu Feng actually allowed it.
Chapter completed!