Chapter 187 It’s Just a Name

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "Can't kneel anymore?"

Wen Jin subconsciously wanted to say no, then he didn't know what he thought of, and hummed softly, "Can't kneel anymore."

Naturally, his body was not so delicate, and he wouldn't be unable to kneel even if he knelt for a whole day. Although he didn't kneel often recently, it didn't affect his physical strength.

If Wen Jin had been like before, he might have really knelt for half a day without making a sound.

However, Wen Jin knew that he shouldn't be stubborn with His Highness anymore. His Highness felt sorry for him, but that didn't mean he could use this as a means to make His Highness feel sorry for him.

Besides...

Wen Jin sighed. His Highness was not used to drinking tea brewed by others, and he really didn't want His Highness to not even have a sip of tea because of his stubbornness.

So after thinking about it, he felt that this method was not very desirable.

"I know your Highness is distressed, so I dare not humiliate myself." Wen Jin took Yan Qing's hand and put it to his lips. He originally just wanted to kiss it, but for some reason, he suddenly bit the back of Yan Qing's hand lightly, "Your Highness's hand is so soft."

Yan Qing raised his eyes slightly and fell on the hand that he bit. The bite was not heavy, leaving only a circle of shallow marks.

"Are you a dog?"

"Maybe a wolf." Wen Jin said, standing up swiftly, "I will make tea for your Highness."

Yan Qing looked at his calm back without any expression. Wolf? What wolf?

Little wolf dog?

His eyes fell back on the back of his hand. Yan Qing looked at it for a long time before he retracted his gaze and turned to look out the window. A faint smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Wen Jin came over with tea, poured a cup of tea for Yan Qing, and stood quietly aside without saying anything.

"After kneeling, you're standing again?" Yan Qing took the teacup and asked casually, "How long do you plan to stand?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips, looking gentle and elegant.

"Have I spoiled you too much recently?"

Wen Jin shook his head quickly: "No. Your Highness spoiled me just right, not too much or too little."

Yan Qing glanced at him.

"I am not obsessed with being a consort." Wen Jin lowered his eyes, "As long as I have a status that allows me to stay by your side, I don't care about male favorites. I dare not covet them."

Yan Qing paused, then sipped his tea without any expression, "Aren't you afraid of being scolded?"

"No." Wen Jin's voice was calm and soft, "No one dares to scold."

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at him: "Wen Jin."

Wen Jin hummed: "I am here."

"I remember telling you before that you should strive for what you want, instead of retreating when you encounter difficulties." Yan Qing said in a light tone, "Have you forgotten?"

Wen Jin understood what she meant, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, walked to her side and sat down, "I am not retreating when you encounter difficulties, but I think the status is actually It's not that important... As long as I can stay by His Highness' side, it doesn't matter whether I'm a consort or a male favorite, it's just a title."

Yan Qing stretched out his hand to lift his chin: "The consort is a legitimate status, and the male favorite is a lowly status, and he might even be accused of being a sycophant..."

"With His Highness here, they dare not." Wen Jin's tone was calm, and his voice was full of firmness that could not be ignored, "Your Highness is a king granted by heaven. Every decision he made after ascending the throne is right. Whoever dares to oppose it is against heaven."

Yan Qing was silent for a moment: "So what?"

Wen Jin's eyebrows were relaxed, and he smiled beautifully: "This little husband who has only beautiful looks but no power can only rely on His Highness's protection in the future."