Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 824: Wishing We Had Met Before I Was Married

Chapter 824: Chapter 824: Wishing We Had Met Before I Was Married

"Your Majesty," Nan Feng got off the bed and knelt before the Emperor again, "Nan Feng is grateful for Your Majesty’s continuous care. In my eyes, Your Majesty is a truly exceptional man. However, my heart has long been given to another, and I can spare not even a fraction of it for Your Majesty. If Your Majesty truly cares for me, please grant me this boon and let me go to Nangong Ye."

"..." The Emperor stared at the small woman kneeling before him, feeling a faint pain in his heart.

She had always been stubborn, holding steadfast to what was in her heart and never changing.

He could indeed keep her imprisoned by his side forever, but could he imprison her heart as well?

The Emperor’s mind was in turmoil. Afterwards, he left without paying any more attention to Nan Feng, saying nothing more as he went out.

Nan Feng knelt on the ground for a long time before her emotions gradually calmed down.

Nangong Ye, Emperor, Emperor, Nangong Ye... These two men hovered in her heart, but without a doubt, Nangong Ye took up the greatest share, the heaviest and most irreplaceable. Despite the long absence, his tall and burly figure, his low and husky voice, his righteous and awe-inspiring gaze, and that handsome face that could move anyone’s heart, plus the whispers beside her ear in the middle of the night...

These gradually occupied all of Nan Feng’s thoughts.

Too long, too long apart, if she did not see him again soon, she feared she would forget him.

At that moment, Nan Feng did not hesitate. She began to dress, took the banknotes from Spikenard Square, and then picked up the prescription beside her.

When she pushed the door open, the sky was already showing the first light of dawn. It seemed that the Emperor had been taking care of her all night, and at that moment, Nan Feng’s heart trembled.

It seemed wrong to just leave like this; so she went back into the room, took pen and paper, and wrote a couplet of poetry: Returning your pearl with tears falling twice, wishing we had met before I became another’s.

Perhaps that would be some consolation. Had she not already been married, she certainly would have fancied the Emperor, but there were no such hypotheticals, and once married, she was married, and she must remain faithful.

After writing, she looked at Xiaoqing, who was sound asleep, and added one more line: Xiaoqing, you can return to Spikenard Square.

Then she put on Xiaoqing’s cloak and hat, covering half of her face.

The Guards outside had been on duty all night and were feeling sleepy. Seeing "Xiaoqing" emerge from inside, they heard the familiar hoarse voice, "His Majesty has ordered me to pick another prescription for Sister Nan Feng."

The Guards had no suspicion; after all, there really was a patient inside.

After deceiving the Guard, Nan Feng hurried to the stables. Although there were many more Guards along the way, since those inside had not stopped her, the ones outside did the same, especially since she claimed to be going for medicine.

In this manner, she successfully mounted a horse and exited the Governor’s Mansion. Nan Feng gave the horse a sharp smack on the rear, and it swiftly charged towards the north.

...

By daybreak, the Governor’s Mansion was thrown into chaos.

Although the Emperor had been deep in gloom since returning to his chamber and intended to sleep through the night to think about the Nan Feng issue the next day, he had slept too soundly. When Xiaoqing found that Nan Feng was missing and hurriedly went to find the Emperor, Eunuch Wan called several times but couldn’t wake him and dared not call any louder. Thus, they waited until the sun was high in the sky, and when the Emperor discovered Nan Feng was missing, he was furious.

Just as he was about to order people to chase after Nan Feng and bring her back, he saw the paper in Xiaoqing’s hand. He snatched it from her—it was Nan Feng’s handwriting: Returning your pearl with tears falling twice, wishing we had met before I became another’s.