Of course, besides Jun'er, she will never have anyone else.

When Jun'er enters the middle palace, those men who have nothing to do with her will naturally become an eyesore.

Naturally, I have to find a reason to send them away, let them live outside the palace, and send someone to take care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

As for the princesses...

Nanfeng was a little hesitant. If he said he had no feelings for them, it would be a lie. After all, she had brought them up.

She was about to discuss the matter with Shen Jun when she saw that Shen Jun was stunned and didn't speak for a long time, as if he was stupid. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Jun'er?"

Shen Jun slowly turned his head to look at her, tears welling up in his eyes at some point.

"Your Majesty, are you really going to dismiss the harem for me? Are you... lying to me?"

Nanfeng chuckled helplessly and raised her hand to wipe his tears.

"Little fool, how could I lie to you? To tell you the truth, without you, I would never be happy in this life."

Happiness is both literal and not literal.

Nanfeng leaned into his ear and said something, and finally added: "So, my future happiness depends entirely on you, Jun'er."

Jun Shen was in disbelief, his ears turned completely red, and finally nodded shyly.

He didn't even know that she had such a secret, and he was very lucky that he was the only man who could make her happy.

"So, the concubines and children in your majesty's harem are not your majesty's?"

Nanfeng knew that with his intelligence, he would quickly think of this, and she did not intend to hide it from him, so she told the truth behind it.

The two had an in-depth conversation this time and talked about everything.

It can be said that we have a deeper understanding of each other, and we both feel that we love each other more and feel sorry for each other more.

After hearing her childhood experiences, Shen Jun placed a gentle kiss on the side of her face, with a hint of crying in his trembling voice.

"Your Majesty, you had a hard time when you were a child... Just like me, don't worry, I won't let you suffer in the future, let alone let others bully you."

"That's natural." Nanfeng curled her lips, "You still have to make me happy every day."

Shen Jun's cheeks suddenly turned red, and his whole body looked like a overripe crayfish.

"His Majesty……"

"Huh? You still call me Your Majesty?"

She actually called him Jun'er a long time ago, and she didn't call herself "Jun'er" in front of him today.

Only he has this honor.

"Then how about I call you Feng'er?"

Nanfeng kissed his forehead, "I am your Feng'er, and you are my Jun'er. We are destined to be a perfect match, and you are destined to be my Feng Jun."

"Um."

Shen Jun nestled in her arms, unable to hide the sweet smile on his lips, and gave a soft voice in agreement.

He hoped that he and Feng'er could live happily like this forever.

…

the other side.

Nan Ying's duplicity cannot be hidden from anyone, especially Song Ci who knows her well.

"No, little girl, you stuttered, which means you really want to marry me, and you can't wait to marry me as soon as possible."

Song Ci moved a little closer to her, and his deep pupils seemed to be able to see through all her disguises.

Nan Ying's whole body was furious.

"I'm not! I didn't! You fucking fart!"

She spoke very loudly, and instantly attracted the curious eyes of many passers-by.

Song Ci laughed at her amusement and couldn't help but poke her forehead with his fingertips.

"What a fool, can you tell anyone about something as private as my fart?"

He also added mysteriously: "Of course you should know this kind of thing in your own mind, otherwise..."

"boom--"

Nan Ying didn't wait for him to finish his words, and punched him on the back with her fist, warning: "Black coal ball, if you keep talking mean, I will beat you to death in no time!"

Song Ci was not frightened. Instead, he grinned and poked her forehead again.

"I don't feel any pain at all. I have rough skin and thick flesh. You have to use more strength."

Nan Ying secretly gritted her teeth, and this time she used both hands, hitting him on the back, making a thumping sound.

Song Ci's face looked relaxed, and he was enjoying her massage with his eyes closed.

"The left side is not strong enough. Oops, if you push harder, I usually tell you to eat more, but you won't listen, huh."

He hummed proudly, and suddenly felt the constant beating of his fists stop.

Song Ci opened his eyes and looked over, only to see Nan Ying picking up a palm-sized stone on the side of the road and rushing towards him.

His first reaction was to run away.

"Isn't it? Are you serious? It hurts so much to hit someone with a stone. Why don't you feel sorry for your future husband?"

Nan Ying chased him behind his butt with a stone and cursed: "Bah! Does a bastard like you still need people to feel sorry for you?!"

She completely failed to notice that she did not refute the unrealistic facts in his words.

Suddenly, Song Ci, who was running forward, suddenly stopped and turned around slowly.

Nan Ying didn't expect that he would stop suddenly, and she couldn't stop the car for a while. The tip of the stone in her hand almost stabbed him, so she quickly let go.

Then, the stone hit the ground.

No, to be precise, it hit Song Ci's left foot all at once.

Nan Ying: "..."

Song lyrics: "..."

After a while.

Song Ci frowned and gave her a hopping performance. While dancing, he said shamelessly: "Murder your husband, murder your husband..."

There was deep grievance in his voice.

Nan Ying, who was haunted by guilt, did not refute him for the first time.

She helped the man go to a nearby medical clinic to see his injury. After diagnosis, the doctor was applying plaster to him.

Only then did Nan Ying see that his feet were extremely red and swollen, and she suddenly began to feel distressed and uncomfortable.

It's all her fault...

The doctor was busy treating another patient who was in serious condition, so Nan Ying took over the job of applying ointment.

Nan Ying was afraid of hurting him, so every time she applied a little ointment, she would blow it on gently. At the same time, her eyes gradually turned red.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't been too willful, your feet wouldn't have been smashed like this..."

Song Ci gave a rare gentle smile, "Don't say that, silly girl, if I hadn't been a bitch, I wouldn't have ended up like this. It's all my fault. What does it have to do with you?"

Even though she said that, Nan Ying still felt that most of the fault lay with her.

She remained silent and quietly applied the medicine to him, but tears kept pouring out.

Song Ci wiped her tears with his sleeves, as if he had done it many times, his movements were very skillful, and he wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

"Okay, if I hadn't stopped suddenly and confused you, you wouldn't have let go for my safety."

"Then why did you stop?"

"Because I'm afraid that you are really angry and want you to vent your anger on me. After all, I will marry you in the future, so it's better not to make our relationship too tense."

Nan Ying: "..."
Chapter completed!