Chapter 110 I Have Something to Say to Your Highness

Since she was so looking forward to punishment, she would naturally fulfill him.

Yan Qing walked out.

Wen Jin's body trembled slightly when she stood up. She subconsciously held the table with her hands, and then quickly let go.

I haven't knelt for such a long time in the past three years, and it felt like I couldn't bear it for a moment. My legs were shaking slightly, and it was like there were several knives in my knees that were digging hard into the bones, causing bursts of sharp pain.

Wen Jin turned to look at Yan Qing's leaving figure, closing his eyes in silence, as if he was a little distracted. For a moment, his eyes fell on the jar of peach blossom wine placed on the tables, and his face turned pale a little bit.

When Yan Qing came back, she held a lotus lantern and another tray in her hands. The darkened bookstore immediately became brighter.

Wen Jin was eating without feeling satisfied. When he saw Yan Qing, he stood up subconsciously. Yan Qing said, "Just eat well. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it after eating."

Wen Jin had no appetite at all.

He was indeed a little hungry at first, but when he saw the jar of wine right in his sight, he took a breath and whispered: "I haven't drank for a long time -"

"What will happen if you drink it?" Yan Qing turned around and sat down on a chair not far away, pouring himself a cup of tea. "Will you die?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips and was silent for a long time: "If you are really going to die, will Your Highness still let me drink?"

Yan Qing asked, "If you knew you would die if you drank it, but I insisted on letting you drink it, would you drink it?"

Wen Jin was stunned, and finally gave up struggling, slowly lowering his eyes: "Yes."

"In that case, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Yan Qing took two wine cups, opened the wine jar, and the aroma of wine instantly filled the entire library, "You never have any room to refuse anything I ask you to do. "

Wen Jin's face turned paler, and he stared at the jar of wine for a moment. His hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly involuntarily, and there was obvious resistance in his eyes.

Yan poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Wen Jin, picked up one himself, and tasted it slowly: "Drink."

Wen Jin stretched out her hand stiffly, her fingers trembling slightly. It took her a while to pick up the wine glass, but the crystal liquid in the glass couldn't help but sway slightly.

"You can't even hold the wine glass steady?" Yan Qing raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you eager to be beaten?"

Wen Jin almost grasped at straws, put the wine cups back on the tables, knelt on the ground and said, "Your Highness, please punish me."

Yan Qing smiled coldly and stood up. She didn't bother to look for any useful tools, so she directly took the ebony ruler from the table and said, "Hand."

Wen Jin stretched out his hand.

Yan Qing did not show mercy at all, and hit his palm five times in a row without any hesitation.

At that moment, Wen Jin was in a daze. He only felt numbness in his right hand, so numb that he could barely feel anything at all. It wasn't until the beating stopped that he felt overwhelming pain, and one hand quickly became hot and swollen.

His fingertips were trembling uncontrollably, and his palms were visibly swollen.

The sandalwood ruler was already heavy, and Yan Qing showed no mercy when he moved it. Fortunately, Wen Jin had long been accustomed to enduring pain, and now she could stabilize her body instead of holding her hands in pain.

Wen Jin stared at his trembling hand, his fingers spasmed, the pain really hurt, the temperature in his palm was so hot that it seemed like it was about to burn... But he could bear it, and he was used to forbearing it.

As long as he is not allowed to drink, even if his hands are disabled, he has nothing to say.

But Yan Qing was obviously not that easy to dismiss: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Wen Jin narrowed her eyes and knelt upright.

Yan Qing said calmly: "Drink the wine."

Wen Jin stiffly stretched out his hand to hold the wine glass. His painful and hot fingers trembled rapidly when they touched the rim of the glass. He endured the pain and steadily picked up the wine glass. The familiar smell made the blood on his face fade away little by little. That unforgettable nightmare came surging without warning.

Bang!

His hands trembled, the wine cup fell to the ground, and all the peach blossom wine was fed to the carpet in the bookcase.

Wen Jin stared blankly, not knowing whether he was relieved or in a daze. After a while, he slowly said, "I deserve to die."

Yan Qing stood up slowly and put the ruler back on the desk: "Continue copying the book, fifty times."

Leaving these words behind, she walked out.

"Your Highness!" Wen Jin spoke urgently, as if he suddenly lost control. He turned around and stared at Yan Qing's back, with pleading in his eyes, "Don't... can you please don't leave?"

"Wen Jin, you forgot the rules again." Yan Qing's eyes fell on his face, her voice was cold and ruthless, "Do you think I am playing fun with you?"

Wen Jin shook his head slowly, his voice tight: "I don't dare to think so, I..."

"You won't have the chance to leave this bookstore until the jar of wine is finished." Yan Qing said indifferently, "You can resist, but I have a lot of time to waste with you."

Wen Jin lowered his head, his heart tumbling, and his drooped eyelids covered the turbulent emotions in his eyes. Wen Jin's voice was harsh: "I... have something to say to His Highness."

Yan Qing's expression softened slightly and she stared at him calmly: "Do you have something to say?"

Wen Jin nodded slightly: "Yes."

Yan Qing said in an indifferent tone: "You only have one chance."

"I..." Wen Jin's fingertips trembled slightly, her elegant face was as pale as paper, "I had the same dream as His Highness."

Yan Qing's eyebrows deepened slightly, and she looked at him intently, then turned around without saying a word, walked back to the couch and sat down.

Wen Jin knelt stiffly for a moment before slowly turning around and facing Yan Qing again. His eyes seemed to have lost all their spirit, lonely and helpless: "I also had a nightmare, a very long dream... so long that I could not see any hope, and every day I was like a walking corpse. In that dream, I... lost the most important person in my life."

Yan Qing looked at his desperate and sad expression, and said calmly: "What's in the dream?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes, not knowing whether he was absent-minded or recalling. After a long while, he spoke calmly and woodenly: "Your Highness and Xiao Jinghan are a loving couple. Everyone in the capital praises the harmony between the eldest princess and the prince consort. They are a match made in heaven."

A match made in heaven?

Yan Qing wanted to sneer, but she seemed to suddenly understand something. Looking at Wen Jin's pale face, she was thoughtful: "Are you jealous?"

Wen Jin's eyes were dull and his voice was lonely: "I dare not be jealous."

Yan Qing frowned, as if he suddenly understood something. He was silent for a long time before relaxing his body and slowly leaning on the couch, gently closing his eyes.

She has always known that her feelings for this man are special, after all, he is a boy she raised with her own hands. But in her previous life, she never thought about things about men and women. First, she was already married, no matter whether her marriage with Xiao Jinghan was in name only, it was a fact that she was married by imperial decree.

Second, Wen Jin had become a powerful official who was befriended by the powerful in the court. Whether it was his appearance, demeanor or status, he was so outstanding and dazzling, as if he was already a popular person in the court.

Yan Qing was very satisfied with him and felt that he lived the way she imagined he should be, and his life was glorious and smooth.

Third, Yan Qing always felt that she was very considerate in her previous life, and she almost considered him in everything. After all, the title of Tiansha Guxing was still there, and it was not good for him to have frequent contact with her, and it was even more useless for him to let people know about his relationship with her.

So if there was nothing important, she would take the initiative to keep her distance.

She had never told him even when she realized that her body was deteriorating and being eroded by the poison. As a result, after returning to the imperial city in her previous life, Yan Qing had never seen Wen Jin lose his composure.

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