Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 820: Emperor’s Confession (2)

Chapter 820: Chapter 820: Emperor’s Confession (2)

When the carriage came to a stop, Nan Feng was about to get out, but was timely pulled back by the Emperor. Caught off guard, she stumbled back into his embrace.

"I’m sorry, Nan Feng was rude," Nan Feng said, quickly stepping away from his embrace, though her hand was still held by the Emperor.

The Emperor did not let go of Nan Feng’s hand, instead still looking at her, "Nan Feng, what I want to say is, if I were just an ordinary man, then I could, just like Nangong Ye, be with you for an entire lifetime, as a couple."

"..." Is this a confession?

Nan Feng has actually received a confession from an Emperor?

Isn’t that too sudden? Nan Feng didn’t know when the Emperor had started having feelings for her; she felt there had been no signs at all.

"Your Majesty..." Nan Feng sneezed again.

Right at that moment, Butler Wan called out from outside the sedan, "Your Majesty, you can get down from the carriage now."

The carriage had already stopped in front of the refugee residence.

However, the refugee residence was empty, not a soul in sight. Nan Feng wondered if it was because the governor had gotten wind of the Emperor’s visit and had dealt with the refugees, or if the refugees had all returned to their homes in the North, now that repairs were underway.

But regardless of the reason, Nan Feng and the others had to return to the Governor Mansion.

Going back meant riding in the same carriage with the Emperor again, which after that recent confession, would surely be awkward.

Nan Feng turned around to see Butler Wan about to mount his horse, quickly went over, and pulled him down, "Butler Wan, may I ride this horse? You ride in the carriage with His Majesty."

"This..." Butler Wan looked at the Emperor.

The Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze naturally returning to its usual aloofness, "I will ride this horse, the two of you can take the carriage."

"..."

Sharing a carriage with Butler Wan somehow wasn’t so awkward.

But thinking of what the Emperor had just said, Nan Feng’s face unexpectedly began to burn.

Blushing?

This hot sensation on her face, Nan Feng hadn’t felt it for a long time.

Could she be that sort of fickle woman?

Nan Feng felt somewhat disheveled by the wind.

As they approached the bustling area of the city, Nan Feng’s carriage brushed past another.

On the other carriage, Long San thought that it was really unfortunate timing—Nan Feng had actually gone out with the Emperor.

And although the Emperor was riding back on horseback, Butler Yan, who was driving the carriage, didn’t recognize the Emperor and just thought he was some noble young master out for a stroll.

...

Nan Feng still felt her face burning even after returning to the room. As soon as she got back, she burrowed into bed, wondering what she should do in the future. How should she interact with the Emperor from now on? Was it necessary to return to the Imperial Palace?

Even though her heart clearly belonged to Ye, and she was a married woman, why was her face still burning?

Could it be that she had also fallen for the Emperor?

A dragon among men, handsome, with a good build, who had even risked his life to save hers once.

Tch, what does one time matter, Ye had saved her countless times.

But they say, if you really fancy someone in your heart, your face will turn red when you see them.

It must be a flighty heart, definitely a flighty heart!

Nan Feng, covered by the blanket, soon drifted off to sleep, befuddled.

It wasn’t until Xiaoqing heard Nan Feng talking in her sleep that she came over to feel Nan Feng’s forehead—it was burning hot.

She couldn’t help calling Nan Feng a few times, but Nan Feng did not respond, and her nonsensical mutterings grew, "Ye... be careful... Ye, I’m sorry, it’s all... it’s all your fault, being gone so long..."