Chapter 79 The Despairing Gap

Wen Jin hadn't woken up yet.

Langya sat at least ten feet away from the bed, leisurely fiddling with a few pieces of jewelry in his hands.

Yes, women's jewelry.

Earrings, necklaces, bracelets... But these were not ordinary jewelry, but had been transformed by mechanical hands, with some ingenious little mechanisms designed to hide poison.

He expected Wen Jin to sleep for at least two days, but he didn't expect that Wen Jin didn't wake up, but seemed to have suddenly fallen into a nightmare, with cold sweat on his forehead and an unintelligible sound coming from his throat - like the roar of a beast.

Langya was not interested in his affairs, so he sat there without moving, pretending not to hear.

Someone once said that knowing too many secrets is not good, and it is easy to die early, so he generally doesn't get curious about anyone's secrets unless the person has a close relationship with him.

His flexible fingers were clasping the hidden buttons on the jewelry that were so small that they were difficult to detect with the naked eye. Langya turned his head inadvertently and saw Ji Weiyu and Yan Qing coming side by side, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I came back alive.

After packing up a few things on the table, Langya stood up and washed his hands in the basin on the shelf beside him. After drying them, he turned around and walked out.

Yan Qing just stepped over the threshold.

"Your Highness came back early." Langya was a little surprised, "Are all things settled?"

"With this son of God here, everything will go smoothly." Ji Weiyu raised his eyebrows, and his tone was extremely confident, "The one on the bed hasn't woken up yet?"

Yan Qing walked into the inner hall without saying a word.

Wen Jin was in a nightmare.

Yan Qing stared at Wen Jin on the bed in silence. Although he didn't make any particularly obvious mumbling, he looked like he was in a nightmare. His face was pale, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He clenched the mattress with both hands, as if he was grasping a life-saving straw.

"What's wrong with him?" Ji Weiyu followed in and saw this scene, and couldn't help frowning, "Did he dream of being abandoned by His Highness?"

Yan Qing ignored him, "Langya, how long will he sleep?"

"It depends on what His Highness wants." Langya said, "If His Highness wants him to wake up now--"

Before he finished speaking, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thick black fog that could not be dissolved, which was so cold that it was frightening.

Langya shut up silently.

Ji Weiyu frowned and stared at this person unhappily. What are you doing waking up so early? Just continue sleeping, and sleep for three days and three nights until the sky is dark.

Ji Weiyu felt dissatisfied, and the good mood that had just solved the matter in the palace disappeared instantly.

"You two go out first." Yan Qing spoke, his voice was indifferent and without ripples.

Langya nodded, turned around and walked out.

Ji Weiyu was unwilling to stay and see what kind of person Wen Jin was, but since His Highness had spoken, he could not force him to stay. After hesitating for a moment, he could only follow him out.

Hearing Yan Qing's voice, Wen Jin, who was lying on the bed, seemed to come back to his senses. His eyes stagnated slightly, and then he blinked gently, and the dark and cold color in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the face that was close at hand.

After waking up, his face looked much better than last night. The shadow under his eyes was lighter and his complexion was much better.

Although his condition was not as good as before, at least he didn't look as bad as last night.

When their eyes met, time seemed to stop at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to lie here forever?"

Wen Jin was slightly startled, and slowly sat up from the bed. The empty space in his heart was finally filled. He looked at Yan Qing's face, as if he couldn't see enough: "Your Highness."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice, which used to be clear and pleasant, had become hoarse. Wen Jin frowned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

What to say?

Ask her why she left without saying goodbye?

It's her freedom to go wherever Yan Qing goes. Does she need to tell him?

No need.

Wen Jin's heart tightened, and he realized that he seemed to be dispensable in her heart. Suddenly, he couldn't say anything.

"I seem to have said something to you before I left." Yan Qing's eyes fell on the top of his head, "You ignored it?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips: "Your Highness, are you going to punish me?"

Yan Qing: "..."

"Your Highness, punish me." Wen Jin bowed his head and said, "I am willing to be punished."

Yan Qing turned around, slowly walked to the side and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, "Go look in the mirror."

Wen Jin was startled again, silently got up from the bed, and dragged his sluggish steps to the bronze mirror.

After seven days of sleepless travel, he didn't feel thirsty or tired. Now he woke up and felt his body was light and his legs were sore and heavy, heavier than a stone tied to his body.

Is the person in the mirror himself?

Wen Jin looked at the man in the bronze mirror, his eyes were slightly stunned, and the only blood on his face slowly faded. He was so embarrassed, so haggard, his mouth was dry and peeling, and his face was rough and dusty... like a refugee fleeing from famine, how could he still look like a gentle gentleman?

...I'm afraid your Highness will dislike him.

Wen Jin stood there for a long while, his face pale and dull, as if he had suddenly lost hope.

Appearance needs money to build up.

The elegant and graceful Jinxiu Gongzi in the eyes of the world was raised in Suzaku City. His martial arts that could kill people without being seen were taught in Suzaku City. His gentle smile, calm demeanor, talent full of poetry and books, and even his unfathomable scheming in the court were all taught in Suzaku City.

Suddenly, he felt like he was nothing.

If His Highness had not rescued him, washed away his filth, provided him with fine clothes and delicious food, and nurtured him with poetry and songs, how could there be the brilliant Wen Master now?

Perhaps he is still tied up like a dog, struggling to survive, extremely humble, or perhaps he is dead or crazy, and hastily buried.

No one in this world will remember him.

And His Highness is still His Highness.

Beautiful and noble, a Highness that makes people feel it is blasphemous to even look at her.

The only remaining rationality of Wen Jin at this time can only be used to see the gap between him and His Highness.

This makes him feel desperate.

There was no movement in the palace for a long time. Yan Qing looked up at the motionless figure standing in front of the mirror, frowning slightly: "Is the person in the mirror so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away?"