The weather was not good for those days, and it was always gloomy. Yan Hanyu was already waiting in the Qin Palace, but she saw large swaths of snowflakes falling quietly in the sky.

One piece, two piece, three or four piece, five piece, six piece, seven or eight piece, snowflakes are flying, and more and more falling snowflakes are dancing like willow catkins, with a light body and leisurely automatic.

The feeling of waiting for someone is hard to describe.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and it kept rustling down, and soon a thick layer of it accumulated.

The huge warm pavilion was very quiet. Yan Hanyu sat quietly against the window, twisting a chess piece in her hand, and the warm feeling flowed around her. The fragrance of lotus was indifferent between her breath, and her eyes were facing the chessboard in front of her, and the chess piece had not fallen for a long time.

She was wondering, did Zhao Xian live like this in those years when he was living in the mansion?

How did he survive the days when he played chess, had meals, read books and practiced calligraphy alone, and suffered from illness and was even more lonely than her? How did he persevere?

She at least has a mother, what does he have?

If possible, she hoped that she could help him when he was fighting for power.

If possible, she wished she could be with him, regardless of whether he could or not.

When it was almost dark, Zhao Feng asked someone to prepare a few dishes. Yan Hanyu waited for an hour, but she was anxious and didn't eat much.

"Zhao Feng, where is my master? Why didn't you see him return to the Qin Palace?"

"After the Empress was seriously ill, Mr. Sun entered the palace and had been in the palace for several days."

"Oh." She responded.

If a master treats the Empress, the Empress will not be in serious trouble.

After a while, she said again, "Zhao Feng, please do a favor."

It was snowing all over the sky, and snow was already everywhere.

It was so heavy that he wouldn't be able to come back tonight, right?

"Miss Yan, please tell me."

"I didn't tell anyone after leaving the mansion today. It snowed again tonight. My mother will definitely ask me. Please... I can send a reliable person to go there. I quietly went to our mansion to tell Madam Hong, tell her that I won't go back today."

Zhao Feng didn't think much about it and took the order.

Xiaoyaer was by her side, and when Zhao Feng went out, she whispered, "Miss, is it inappropriate to live in the Qin Palace?"

Yan Hanyu shook her head, "It doesn't matter."

Everyone in the capital knew that she liked Zhao Xian. Zhao Xian was not in the mansion. Even people in the capital knew that she lived in the Qin Palace, how big a storm would arise?

As long as she didn't throw dirty water randomly, Yan Hanyu could withstand anything else.

Yan Hanyu played chess alone, and saw Xiaoyaer being bored next to her, so she remembered that she had forgotten her.

After all, this is not her yard. Xiaoyaer is restrained and not so comfortable when she wants to do.

"When Zhao Feng comes back later, let him prepare a room for you to sleep."

"Where is the lady? Isn't you sleep?"

"I'm not sleepy, I'll wait."

Xiaoyaer paused for a moment, "Miss, will you be angry if you know you live in the Qin Prince's Mansion?"

"Maybe it can." Yan Hanyu said helplessly.

My grandfather once advised her to stay away from Zhao Xian. Later, although she knew everything about her approaching the King of Qin, she did not mention a word, but Yan Hanyu knew very well that the reason why her grandfather asked her to stay away from Zhao Xian was nothing more than that Zhao Xian was an isolated existence in the royal family. Although the emperor never treated the son of the former emperor and had the least control of the King of Qin, the emperor could not tolerate this nephew, and the old ministers in the court knew it very well.

Even if Zhao Xian had power in the court, his grandfather would not agree to her getting closer to Zhao Xian. The prince had power to represent an opposition to the emperor. Now the King of Qi is such a person. If he has power and power, he has become a thorn in the emperor's eyes and a thorn.

"Miss really wants to marry the King of Qin?"

"If you have the chance, you will definitely marry." She responded in a low voice.

Even she herself didn't know whether the choice of this path was correct. She chose him with this love, and because she had no other way to go. She wanted to find a backer and found a prince who was the most powerless. Only she herself knew this gamble because of the three-point willfulness added to it.

She is unwilling to let others control her destiny. The safest and most at ease are the ones who hold their destiny in their own hands.

"What if Prince Qin cannot marry a lady?"

Yan Hanyu didn't know because she had been avoiding this problem.

If the emperor gave him a marriage, then she would be nothing.

Yan Hanyu shook her head and said nothing.

Later, Zhao Feng came back and prepared a room for Xiaoyaer and asked her to go to bed first.

Yan Hanyu meditated, entered into meditation, and practiced the Eight-Section Brocade Practice.

There are eight sections in total. She has now practiced the eight section. As long as she breaks through the eight section, she will be like a light swallow and can soar.

But this period was particularly difficult. She couldn't find the trick. After practicing, she was always prone to chest tightness and heat. Madam Hong told her that it was a sign of being obsessed with the infatuation. When she encountered chest tightness and heat, she could not continue practicing.

This time was no exception. She stopped her hands repeatedly and exhaled slowly.

"Miss Yan."

But I heard a sound coming from outside the window.

"Is Zhao Xian back?" Yan Hanyu couldn't help asking, knowing that the city gate had been closed at this time.

"The prince didn't return. Does Miss Yan want to go to bed?"

"You go to bed first, don't worry about me."

"Miss Yan wants to call me if you have something to do."

"good."

Hearing the peace outside, Yan Hanyu's chest was still stuffy and uncomfortable. He stood up and walked two steps, then put out two more candles, leaving only a faint light.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yan Hanyu was sleepy and felt a faint fragrance of snow, and the cold breath blew on her face.

"Why sleep here? Don't go to bed?"

Yan Hanyu only heard a familiar voice coming to her ears and murmured, "Zhao Xian."

She shook her eyes as soon as she opened her eyes, staring at the beard full of mouth in front of her, and was stunned for a moment.

"Ha..." But he heard a familiar laugh, "It's just a disguise, wait for me."

Before he could turn around, she stood up and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist, not letting go.

Her low voice overflowed, "Are you back? You back."

But he said a few words in a row.

"I just came back from outside and had a heavy cold air." Zhao Xian endured it and didn't hug her, but just patted her shoulder lightly.

Yan Hanyu shook her head and buried her face in his arms, "I don't care."

Zhao Xian's heart moved and his lips were placed on her forehead.

Yan Hanyu felt itchy on her forehead, which made her laugh, and quickly let him go, "Itchy!"

She looked up and couldn't see his face clearly under the faint candlelight, but his eyes could see clearly, deep and quiet, and the familiar gentleness made her obsessed.

"Waiting for me, I'll go wash and change my clothes."

I saw his robe swaying, his steps were extremely fast, and he turned around and left.
Chapter completed!