The Emperor's heart gradually calmed down.
"Tears rolling down," "resentment," showed that she still had him in her heart.
The Emperor too slowly let go.
At first, he had just wanted to conquer Nan Feng by doing some things in his stead, and now that Nan Feng was willing to leave this piece of paper here, it indicated she liked him, that she had been moved.
So he decided to let her go.
To him, Nan Feng was like a poppy, the more time spent together, the more addictive she became. It was better to let her go now before he fell in too deep.
Moreover, her status was special. Insisting on keeping her might bring unnecessary trouble in the future.
Even though the Emperor had thought things through, his chest still ached faintly, as if he had lost a fortress, as if he had lost half a realm.
...
Long San still wanted to see Nan Feng.