Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Seeing her silent, Zhu Feng slowly leaned down, reached out and stroked her cheek, and said dumbly: "Nan Yan, you--"

"..."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"..."

Nan Yan's face seemed to pass a smile, looking at her calmly

Although she didn't say a word, the faint smile at the corner of her eyebrow made people see clearly. She seemed to say: I told you, so what?

Zhu Feng's throat originally seemed to be scorched by a raging fire. At this moment, it was even more dry and uncomfortable.

Yes.

so what?

As a noble concubine, why didn't she know what crimes should be borne and what results?

Now that she had already confessed such a "crime" in the public at the great altar of worship on such an important occasion, she had already made up her mind to die. What happened after that was for someone who was not afraid of death , What's the point?

She doesn't care at all.

But the more I understood this, the more uncomfortable Zhu Feng felt.

Just now I felt like a needle stick, but now, it was like a blunt knife, cutting his heart bit by bit.

No injuries, no blood.

However, it was so painful that he could not stand the many injured people who had been on the battlefield all the year round.

but--

He was full of brains, but only thought of one thing.

How painful was she at that time?

Thinking of this, he almost wanted to grab Nan Yan's hand, but he just let go of that hand and put it back in the quilt. Now, she doesn't have to warm her by herself.

On the contrary, it seemed that he was holding the world, but he couldn't even grasp what he wanted to grasp.

Fingertips are as cold as freezing.

Zhu Feng was silent for a long time, looking at Nan Yan's eyes: "Have you ever regretted it?"

Nan Yan looked up at him.

regret?

Have you regretted it?

Perhaps even Nan Yan himself had thought about this question countless times, but every time he tried to test himself, the answer was the same.

She said lightly: "No."

"...!"

Zhu Feng's heart beat.

And Nan Yan then said calmly: "At that time, I was willing."

"...!"

Zhu Feng's breathing was choking again.

At that time... willingly...?

that time……

Looking at her thin, pale, but stubborn face, Zhu Feng had always felt powerless in her body. At this time, it spread again and spread all over him.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Feng asked in a hoarse voice: "At that time, it was willing."

"..."

"what about now?"

"..."

Nan Yan did not speak, but slowly raised his head to look at him, his eyes calm, without even a trace of fluctuation.

But in Zhu Feng's heart, it seemed as if he was driven into the cold seabed by a huge wave.

Nan Yan didn't speak because she had already answered, but at this moment, she couldn't say these words.

Why ask?

Everything was said in her eyes.

Yeah, why ask?

She was still by his side, and she wouldn't go anywhere—and nowhere else.

She looks the same as before.

However, one thing is different.

She will no longer be the Sinanyan who is desperate for him, even life and death can be ignored, to him, she no longer has no regrets, no longer has no hesitation.

She was still his noble concubine, but she was no longer his Sinanyan.