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Chapter 221 The Legend of Zhen Huan Original Female Lead 4

Nianqin realized with horror that he had almost attacked the emperor. He felt cold sweat soaking his clothes and his heart was beating wildly.

Without giving him time to think, he immediately knelt down before Yinzhen and greeted him in fear.

At this moment, Neqin was filled with fear and anxiety. He knew that his momentary impulse just now had almost put him in an irretrievable situation.

If he really took action against the emperor, he would not have to pay any price at all, because he was the emperor and everyone had to obey him.

"Get up." The man's deep and deep voice sounded.

"My dear Lord and I are truly destined to be together. I just went out of the palace to relax and I still ran into you."

Perhaps to thank Nianqin for raising such a good daughter like Chuhuan, Yinzhen was not stingy with his smile.

Neqin's mouth twitched. He would rather not have this fate.

The corners of Yinzhen's mouth slightly lifted, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He looked at Nianqin and said, "Your daughter is truly outstanding. Your way of educating her is indeed very successful."

These words not only contained sincere compliments, but also implied that he had extraordinary attention and expectations for Chu Hua.

Yinzhen couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Nianqin was really well educated. Chuhua had a gentle and intelligent temperament, which was extremely rare among the many women he had seen. He couldn't help but recall the chance encounter with Chuhua on the street before. Although they didn't say much, Chuhua's temperament and the persistence and strength in her eyes deeply touched him.

Nianqin was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweats. He stammered, "Your Majesty, I really didn't know it was you. Please forgive me!" He felt extremely remorseful. Cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead and his body was trembling slightly with fear.

Seeing that he was frightened by himself, Yinzhen was somewhat helpless. He said, "Get up. I am very relieved that I did not make a mistake in judging you."

Suddenly, Neqin was disheveled by the wind.

Yinzhen walked forward, looked down at Nianqin, and said in a gentle tone: "You stand up first. I am traveling incognito this time. My dear minister, there is no need to be so formal."

After he got up, Yinzhen finally got to the point: "Your daughter and I have known each other for a while, and I want to continue this relationship..."

Neqin's mouth twitched. He would rather not have this fate. But he didn't dare to say so. He just said, "Yes, I know."

Yinzhen looked at Nianqin and his expression softened. "My dear, I have something to ask of you. I am traveling incognito and it is inconvenient for others to know. I hope you will not reveal my identity in front of your daughter."

He paused for a moment, a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes: "Don't make it difficult for her."

Neqin said repeatedly: "I understand."

After a moment of contemplation and self-struggle, the stupid Neqin felt as if all the cells in his body were shaken by this explosion of new information. The air seemed to be filled with the fact that his cognition had been overturned. He re-sorted out the emperor's words and actions, and suddenly, he felt a chill as if he had been electrocuted, and his heart was beating violently with panic.

His wide-open eyes were filled with disbelief and horror, and Neqin's brain seemed to be hit hard, and he suddenly became conscious.

His gaze lingered on Yinzhen, trying to read some other meaning from the emperor's unfathomable eyes, but he could not deny this embarrassing fact anyway.

This high and mighty emperor actually fell in love with his beautiful and lovely daughter Chuhuan.

The disdain hidden in Nianqin's heart was revealed. He knew that Emperor Yinzhen was obviously older than his Huan'er. This was like biting into a bitter orange. The more he chewed, the more bitter it tasted.

Although Nianqin respected Yinzhen in his heart, when he thought of his beautiful daughter Chuhuan, he couldn't help feeling disgusted.

Yinzhen didn't want to say goodbye to Princess Chuhuan, so he whispered, "My dear, I look forward to meeting your smart daughter and continuing our previous relationship. I have specially prepared a seat for you and your daughter at the New Year's Eve banquet this year."

Nianqin's heart was shocked, as if a huge rock suddenly pressed down on him. He suppressed his inner uneasiness and complex emotions, and agreed respectfully on the surface, but his mind had already started to work rapidly, thinking about how to find a balance between the emperor and his beloved daughter.

Nianqin was in deep depression. He had worked so hard to raise his delicate flower, and had thought that after she escaped the election, she could live a carefree life. However, she was favored by Yinzhen, that big pig's hoof, and one day he might take away the flower along with the pot.

He felt a panic in his heart. Thinking of Chu Huan's innocent smile and how he had taken good care of her over the years, he couldn't help but feel an unspeakable bitterness and powerlessness.

He couldn't help feeling bitterness in his heart. He felt that all his years of hard work and hopes for his daughter's future seemed to have vanished in an instant.

His mind was in a mess. He was worried about his daughter's fate and helpless about the emperor's power. His inner struggle became more and more intense. He even hoped that this was just an absurd dream.

The deep walls of the palace, the ruthless vortex of power, he didn't know how to protect his daughter and prevent her from becoming a pawn in the power struggle. Nianqin's heart was like being pressed by a huge stone, and he couldn't breathe. He knew that no matter how reluctant he was, he was powerless to resist the emperor's will.

Nianqin took his leave with a bitter look on his face, feeling mixed emotions.

He walked back to the mansion with heavy steps, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Chu Hua admiring the flowers in the garden. She was wearing a simple and elegant Manchu dress, with a serene expression, like a beautiful painting.

When Chu Hua saw her father, she immediately ran up to him and asked with a smile, "Father, why did you just come back? I missed you so much."

Neqin forced a smile and said, "Huan'er, good boy, isn't your father back now?"

Chu Hua held Neqin's hand and said coquettishly, "Then you must spend more time with your daughter."

Nianqin looked at his lovely and adorable daughter and felt bitter in his heart. He knew that no matter how reluctant he was, he could not go against the emperor's will.

He gently stroked Chu Hua's hair and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Okay, Ama will definitely stay with you more."

In the dead of night, Nianqin tossed and turned in his study, feeling increasingly uneasy. He knew that the emperor's intention was very clear, and Chuhuan's entry into the palace was a foregone conclusion. But how could he bear to send this delicate daughter into such a dangerous place?

His heart was like a tangled mess, he didn't know where to start, and he didn't even have the energy to find someone to talk to.

The night was long and he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He married his beloved childhood sweetheart, and because of their mutual love, they had this precious daughter. The couple took good care of Chu Huan as if she were a treasure.

The emperor had clearly expressed his feelings for Chu Hua, so how could a father bear to let his precious daughter enter the palace to receive his favor? But the emperor's order was hard to disobey, and he knew he had no room to refuse.