"Your humble servant dares to ask, is the Empress's real name truly Su Yan?"
Su Yan nodded; it wasn't a secret.
Nan Zhaoxun nodded with a knowing look and continued:
"Does the Empress know of our seventeenth sister, the Emperor's former wife, Nan Zhao Su Yan?"
Su Yan nodded again, "I have indeed heard of this Princess."
Nan Zhaojian laughed and said, "Empress, as it happens, your name is the same as my sister's, only the surname is different.
Back then, when the Emperor brought my sister into the palace, we all witnessed it. He cherished her dearly, afraid she might be hurt, afraid she might melt if spoken of.
After my sister passed away, he did not touch another woman for five whole years, constantly thinking of her until he met you, Empress..."
Seeing his ambiguous smile, Su Yan understood. He wanted to imply that she gained the Emperor's favor due to the name Nan Zhao Su Yan.
Yet, she didn't understand why they spoke these words.
