Chapter 12 I Will Prove It to Your Highness

Yan Qing came back to her senses and her eyes gradually cooled.

In the seven years in her previous life, most of her skills were destroyed by the poison administered by Xiao Jamhan. She had already suffered huge losses and could no longer continue to hold military power.

She also knew in her heart that once she handed over the Qilin Guard Talisman, she would have no power to protect herself, and it would be easy for the emperor to kill her.

But for Wen Jin, she still handed over the military talisman.

Yan Qing turned around and walked to the couch, sat down, and poured herself a cup of cold tea. The bitter taste filled her entire mouth.

The feeling of the sharp arrow shooting into her heart was still fresh in her memory. The suffocating pain made her clearly know that death was approaching, but it was the end. Why should she know that all of this was his design?

It's not that Yan Qing doesn't have the slightest ability to judge. She knows that words to sow discord cannot be trusted at all. However, Wen Jin has been by her side for many years, and she knows exactly what his abilities are.

If he doesn't want to, no one can poison him, especially a dirty poison.

There was silence in the room, and the depressing atmosphere was unsettling.

Wen Jin had calmed down. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Qing who was sitting in front of the couch. He frowned and said, "Your Highness, don't drink cold tea."

Yan Qing ignored him, put down the tea cup, stood up and walked to the bed.

The two maids on duty in the dormitory stood with lowered eyebrows and eyes, looking slightly frightened: "I will go and make tea for His Highness."

"No need." Yan Qing's voice was cold, "You guys go out first."

"yes."

The two maids respectfully excused themselves.

Yan Qing leaned on the bedside and closed her eyes. The lights in the inner room were brightly lit, reflecting the woman's stunning face. Her skin was white and flawless, and her beauty was breathtaking.

Wen Jin looked at it dreamily, with deep and paranoid feelings hidden in his eyes.

The lights were not extinguished that night, and Yan Qing slept lightly against the head of the bed. Wen Jin sat in the corner of the cage and read a book in the middle of the night.

If you can't sleep, reading a book can calm you down.

Early the next morning, before it was fully light, Yan Qing woke up.

Opening her eyes, she looked at Wen Jin sitting in the cage reading a book. For a moment, her memory seemed to return to her childhood.

In fact, Yan Qing's age is not much different from Wen Jin's.

When she met him, she was eight years old and he was ten years old. Now she is eighteen, he has just passed the weak crown and has been in office for exactly three years.

Time flies so fast that everything that happened in their lives is so clear that it seems to be engraved in their minds.

Obviously they were the two closest friends.

Even Xiao Jinghan, who had been the consort for seven years in his previous life, had never had the opportunity to enter her bedroom or get close to her. Apart from being a consort, there was no relationship between them.

Instead, it was Wen Jin.

No.

After Xiao Jinghan became the consort, Wen Jin actually entered the princess's house very rarely. He became the chief minister and had his own residence. The new emperor won over him. In addition to some people who were hostile to him, the civil and military officials in the court also turned to him. Get closer.

In order to gain the new emperor's trust, Wen Jin would no longer come to her princess mansion frequently.

Yan Qing once thought that Wen Jin, whom she had raised by herself, could not be won over by anyone, but in the end she was defeated by her own overconfidence.

After recovering from the past, Yan Qing stood up to change clothes.

Wen Jin put down the book, opened the door and walked out. The heavy shackles made a gentle clanking sound. Wen Jin whispered: "How can I serve His Highness?"

Yan Qing said calmly: "No need."

Wen Jin lowered his eyebrows sadly and stood for a moment as if in a daze, then turned around and walked back without saying a word, continuing to lean on the ground at the head of the bed.

Yan Qing's expression froze slightly, then she changed her clothes as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked out.

"Your Highness." Shen Mo, the commander of the Qilin Guards, came quickly, holding the long sword at his waist, kneeling on one knee in the bluestone courtyard, "The news just came from outside that Lu Guozhong, the general manager of the Jinyi Guards, was beheaded."

This was shocking news, enough to be regarded as a provocation to the emperor.

I'm afraid a pot has exploded in the palace.

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Jin: "Did you do it?"

Wen Jin hummed and said in a gentle tone, "He deserves to die."

You should die if you die.

Yan Qing looked back and said to Shen Mo: "If you die, you will die. An insignificant eunuch. I am not interested in him."

"Yes." Shen Mo responded and reported another matter, "General Xiao's wife brought someone to the door and said she wanted to see her son."

"Who did you bring?"

"Take the two nuns from the palace." Shen Mo replied, "They are all people close to the Queen Mother."

Yan Qing's lips curled up slightly: "Queen Mother?"

"yes."

"I understand." Yan Qing nodded, "Let them come in."

"yes."

After Shen Mo left, Yan Qing called the maid to come in and wash up. After dressing up, the maid also prepared breakfast.

"Everyone, step back."

"yes."

Yan Qing walked to the dining table and sat down, and said calmly: "Wash up in one stick of incense, and then come over to serve the meal."

Wen Jin put down the book, stood up and walked out of the cage.

"The shackles can be removed." Yan Qing took a sip of soup and said directly, "Half an hour."

Wen Jin was slightly startled, and for a moment his heart felt sour. An uncontrollable wave of regret and pain suddenly hit him, almost defeating him.

There was mist in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth tightened. Wen Jin responded in a low voice, blinked away the astringency in his eyes, and walked out of the cage. When he arrived in front of Yan Qing, his face had calmly changed to the warm and jade-like smile of the past: " Please ask your Highness to help you open it.”

Yan Qing said nothing and handed him the key.

Wen Jin's eyes fell on the key, his eyes dimmed slightly, he lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Took the key, opened the shackles on his wrists, ignored the shackles on his feet, and turned to wash.

She still felt sorry for him.

This thought made Wen Jin's dead heart come alive again. He dragged the heavy shackles to wash, and came back a quarter of an hour later, standing aside to serve Yan Qing.

In fact, there was not much to serve.

The eldest princess's breakfast was very rich, just like every morning, but Yan Qing's taste had hardly changed. Wen Jin knew the food she liked with his eyes closed.

Wen Shoufu, who was powerful and was favored by the new emperor, was glorious and majestic in front of people, but no one knew that in those seemingly glorious days, he was tortured by loneliness and longing day and night, and never slept a good night.

If he could choose, he even hoped to stay here every day in the future, even if he was just a servant serving her meals, it would make him feel at ease than standing on the temple and enjoying the crowds.

Yan Qing finished breakfast slowly and wiped the corner of her mouth, "I'm going to see Madam Xiao, do you have anything to say?"

Wen Jin was slightly startled, smiled and shook her head: "No."

"Old rules." Yan Qing stood up, "I won't treat you badly for three meals a day, eat when you should, and stay where you should stay after dinner, no need for me to say more."

Wen Jin lowered her eyes: "Yes."

Yan Qing tilted her head to look at him, as if curious: "Why don't you ask me why I treat you like this?"

She had the experience of rebirth, so she had some resentment towards Wen Jin, but from Wen Jin's point of view, he had no idea why her attitude had changed so much.

Wen Jin smiled and shook his head, his voice was warm and pleasant: "No need to ask, my life was given by His Highness, and His Highness has full power to dispose of it."

Yan Qing looked at him silently, and after a moment, he suddenly said: "Wen Jin, do you think you will betray me after you have grown wings?"

The familiar sharp pain came again.

Wen Jin's face turned pale, and he said in a low but firm voice: "No. I will never betray Your Highness even if I die."

"But I can't seem to believe your promise."

Wen Jin's face turned even paler, as if he couldn't bear such words, and he clenched his hands: "I will prove it to Your Highness."

Yan Qing turned and walked out.

Wen Jin turned around and stared at her back without blinking, unwilling to move away for a moment, until the slender figure in the crimson robe slowly disappeared from his sight, he slowly lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

Outsiders say that Princess Yan Qing is a star of destiny, ruthless and desireless, cold and cruel, and anyone who gets close to her will not have a good end.

But Wen Jin knows that everyone who can really get close to Yan Qing is unlucky.

In those years, how many good deeds did the Ninth Princess, who was exiled by the previous emperor, do in private, how many unfortunate people did she save, how many poor students and sick women and children did she help... No one knows.

They only knew that the Ninth Princess was doomed, and they feared and hated her. Only Wen Jin understood her best and was the one she trusted the most.

But...

Wen Jin looked at his hands, but he destroyed this trust with his own hands.