Chapter 213: Extremely Cunning

The night breeze outside the window rustled through the treetops.

The atmosphere in the palace gradually became charming and seductive.

Yan Qing supported her chin with one hand, and looked at the abstinent young man under her with a lazy and playful look. The other hand stroked his lips like a teasing, and pressed lightly with a slender index finger: "It tastes good."

Wen Jin looked at him without blinking, with suppressed emotions surging in his eyes.

"This look is so tempting." Yan Qing raised her lips and smiled softly, "Like a little white rabbit that accidentally fell into the hands of a hunter."

Wen Jin's voice was calm and soft: "How does Your Highness plan to enjoy this rabbit?"

"Steamed, fried, boiled, or roasted?" Yan Qing's voice was lazy, "Pick one?"

Wen Jin pondered for a moment: "Anything is fine, depending on Your Highness's preference."

"I prefer to eat you alive." Yan Qing smiled carelessly, raised her hand and waved it, and the purple smoke curtain slowly fell in front of her eyes, covering the scenery on the bed, "If the whole court knew that the Prime Minister, who is good at playing power games, is being enjoyed like a pet at this moment..."

"Your Highness will always ruin the atmosphere." Wen Jin protested dissatisfiedly, raised his hand and hooked her neck, "What's between me and Your Highness, what does it have to do with others? Your Highness, just do what you want to do quickly, it's really not good to deliberately torment people."

After the words fell, he exerted force on his hand and hooked her down directly, blocking her lips again.

The man in front of her had a pleasing appearance and a personality that suited her taste, so the kiss was naturally pleasant. However, Yan Qing secretly wondered whether she had teased him too much and made him lose his self-control.

Or was he just getting bolder and dared to seize her control.

Yan Qing was about to teach him a lesson when footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

"Your Highness, the Princess..." Chen Xiang's voice was a little timid, "Here is the picture you asked for."

The curtain fell into silence for a moment.

"It's not needed for now." Yan Qing said coldly, "Just put it on the desk."

"Yes." Chenxiang didn't dare to enter the inner hall, just put the things on the desk and hurriedly retreated, "I'll take my leave."

Yan Qing paused for a moment, then asked leisurely: "Wen Jin, do you want to observe the erotic painting?"

"Your Highness will teach step by step according to the picture?"

"That's a nice thought."

"I can serve Your Highness." Wen Jin's voice was tainted with a bit of bewitching, "I can learn from the erotic painting, step by step, and I hope Your Highness can give me some pointers."

Yan Qing asked: "Since you have never seen an erotic painting, how do you know what is in the erotic painting?"

"I can guess and judge for myself." Wen Jin chuckled, "I'm not a fool, Your Highness has explained it so clearly, how could I not guess it?"

The tone was arrogant, as if it was such an honor to be able to guess.

Yan Qing's voice was playful: "In that case, I will teach you tonight."

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees were dancing, the crescent moon was hanging high, and there was a charming scene inside the window... well, it was covered by the curtains, and even the moon could not peek into the beautiful scene.

"Tomorrow will change..." In a mansion in the imperial city, a middle-aged man walked around anxiously with his hands behind his back, "Should we go see Lord Wen?"

"What do you want to see Lord Wen for?" Another person sat in a chair with a calm expression, "Lord Wen obviously supports the eldest princess. If you want to follow Lord Wen, then just support the eldest princess directly."

After this person finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the Minister of Revenue standing in front of the window: "What do you think, Lord Ji?"

Ji Linan frowned deeply: "I always thought Lord Wen was a good person, but now I find out..." That person is really cunning. He calculated that people were sold out, and others had to help him count the silver.