Ran Xiaoyu glanced at her and suddenly said: "Why do you say this so sourly?"

"No, no."

Nan Yan suddenly came back to her senses and realized that she was a little strange. She hurriedly covered it up and said: "I was just talking casually."

After saying that, he saw a few bundles piled on the bed. Knowing that Ran Xiaoyu had brought them, he hurriedly said: "Xiaoyu, you haven't packed your things yet. Let me help you."

After saying that, he got up and got busy.

Not only were they busy, but the entire Jinling Palace was also busy. People were cleaning everywhere, dusting the carpets, hanging red lanterns under the eaves, and wiping the windows of every hall to make them bright and clean.

The imperial city took on a new look and shone brightly in the sunset.

Soon, the sun set and Jinling City fell into darkness.

This night was exceptionally quiet, with no wind at all. There seemed to be a depressing emotion gathering in this night. Of course, everyone knew why.

Because tomorrow, the new emperor will ascend the throne.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for many people.

It was already very late, Nan Yan still kept her eyes wide open, looking at the moonlight outside the window soberly, unable to fall asleep.

In fact, for those of them who are slaves, it is the same no matter who ascends the throne. No matter who becomes the emperor, life will go on. But for her, it is different.

She is a servant who follows Zhu Feng. The quality of her master directly affects her destiny.

Although she had no hope for her future when she entered the palace in the past, but now, there is another path to take.

I just don’t know where this road with no future will take her.

She didn't even know what kind of emperor Zhu Feng would be...

Finally the second day arrived.

Early in the morning, someone called her to wait at Wuying Palace. Nanyan dressed up in a hurry and went there.

As soon as I entered the main hall, I saw that tall and tall figure standing by the window.

It was Zhu Feng, looking out the window with an expressionless face.

It was just nine o'clock at this time, and it was still dark, but there seemed to be a light on his face, and even his eyes, which were usually deep and dark, shone with light.

Hearing Nan Yan's footsteps, he turned his head.

Nan Yan said softly: "Your Highness."

"You came."

He said this calmly, then turned around, walked to the bed, and spread his hands.

Nan Yan hurriedly stepped forward and took off the clothes from the hanger and put them on for him.

Today was the big day for him to ascend the throne, and his clothes were naturally different from usual ones. The heavy formal clothes he wore one after another made Nan Yan sweat all over, but Zhu Feng still had no expression on his face.

The dark black robe, with red piping and dragon patterns embroidered with exquisite gold thread, not only made him look taller and taller, but also exuded an indescribable restraint and nobility.

And his aura was calmer than before.

Nan Yan kept her head down and focused on what she was doing. Although she could always feel that King Yan's eyes were always chasing her while she was doing things.

After finally getting through this period of time, all the dresses were finally put on.

At this time, Palace Chief Shi Cui Yuanmei walked to the door of Wuying Hall and said softly: "Your Highness, you should go to the Ancestral Temple to worship now."

Zhu Feng nodded, turned around and walked out.

Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

However, just when she exhaled this breath, Zhu Feng, who was walking to the door, stopped and said without looking back: "Si Nanyan."
Chapter completed!