NOVPUBSister Li was stunned—how could there be no tickets?
Yuncheng wasn’t even a popular tourist destination. Sure, the Yunfei Awards were coming up soon, and many celebrities would be attending, with fan clubs flocking to show support.
But usually, fans bought economy class tickets. Business class should still have availability.
Besides, Sister Li wasn’t booking last-minute—there was still time before the Yunfei Awards.
How could the tickets be sold out already?
Just as she was puzzling over this, Feng Chengxi approached her. "Sister Li, the fan site admins for Empress Yan have reached out, asking for her itinerary on the day of the Yunfei Awards.
They’ve already mobilized—some of the faster ones have even gone to Yuncheng to wait in advance."
It dawned on Sister Li belatedly—it seemed Empress Yan’s fans had bought up all the tickets.
She massaged her temples with a sigh and said to Feng Chengxi, "Let’s hold off on finalizing the itinerary until Empress Yan confirms her plans. For this trip to Yuncheng, we might have to drive.
Go find a few skilled drivers."
"Drive there?" Feng Chengxi was shocked. "Yuncheng is far—it’ll take over ten hours by car, and with breaks in between, it’ll be close to twenty. That’s way too exhausting."
As she spoke, her heart ached—she couldn’t bear the thought of Empress Yan suffering through such an ordeal.
"I know driving is rough, but there are no tickets left—no flights, no high-speed rail," Sister Li replied before calling Gu Nanyan to explain the situation.
Gu Nanyan wasn’t bothered. A twenty-hour car ride? Hardly what she’d call suffering—it was nothing compared to traveling on horseback or foot.
She reassured Sister Li, telling her not to feel guilty. She didn’t mind; any arrangement was fine.
Just as she was speaking, Zhan Lingfeng walked in from the hallway. Hearing Gu Nanyan’s call, he raised an eyebrow. "No flight tickets?"
Gu Nanyan hung up and crooked a finger at him. "Come here."
Zhan Lingfeng’s handsome face flushed slightly. He glanced behind him to confirm the hallway was empty before approaching her.
Gu Nanyan sat with her legs crossed, left arm propped on her knee, chin resting in her palm as she tilted her head to look at him. "Don’t like it?"
She wore an emerald-green gown, her long, wavy dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her right leg, draped over her left knee, swung lazily, the hem of her dress swaying to reveal glimpses of her slender, pale ankle.
Like a bewitching siren, she stirred a restless heat in Zhan Lingfeng’s chest.
This woman was truly…
When immersed in a book, she was focused and studious, like a diligent scholar.
When discussing work with her agent, she was sharp and commanding, exuding the presence of a general leading an army.
Yet in an instant, she could transform into a temptress, leaving his heart in disarray.
As Zhan Lingfeng stepped closer, Gu Nanyan hooked a foot around his leg.
Tilting her delicate chin up, her gaze was both innocent and bold. "I’ve watched a few… interesting films lately. More entertaining than those old spring paintings. Want to try?"
Gu Nanyan adored this vibrant era.
How fascinating—even instructional materials came in motion pictures now, far more vivid than the static illustrations of the past.
And there was no need for secrecy.
Gu Nanyan disliked pretense. She lived openly, embracing her desires without shame. She loved learning, dedicated herself to philanthropy, and sought to improve lives—but she also cherished comfort.
Like indulging in pleasurable moments with her consort.
A marriage needed spice, especially when both she and Zhan Lingfeng were so busy. Without a little playfulness, their bond would grow stale.
The grand princess could command the world outside—and tease her husband at home.
At the mention of those films, Zhan Lingfeng’s face burned even redder.
Gu Nanyan sighed in amusement. "Flushing again? Is it too hot? Let me cool you down."
She tugged his arm, spinning up into his embrace, and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
—Come here, my dear consort!
