Chapter 83 Disobedience

Wen Jin's expression froze, and he lowered his head in silence.

He knew he couldn't refute her, but he felt uncomfortable.

"The matter of Chu is over, you should go back to Dayong, and don't follow me." Yan Qing said in a light tone, "Be a good minister, I don't want to make things difficult for you for the time being."

Wen Jin shook his head stiffly.

"What does shaking your head mean?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, "Disobeying orders?"

Wen Jin lowered his head: "Wherever your highness goes, I will go."

Yan Qing was really a little surprised this time, staring at him with interest: "It seems that it is not my illusion, you have not only grown courage, but also temper."

"I dare not." Wen Jin was very humble, "For all the violations, please teach me a lesson, I am willing to accept the blame."

Yan Qing pointed to the cobblestone path outside the pavilion: "Kneel there, and stand up when you figure it out."

Wen Jin responded with a yes, got up and walked out, lifted his robe, and knelt on the cobblestone path without any resistance.

Yan Qing stared at his slender and calm figure, and suddenly felt that this wolf cub's wings were not yet hard, but he started to rebel?

Yan Qing looked up at the sky and got up to leave.

In the back garden, except for the maid's routine cleaning every morning, no one would come at ordinary times. Wen Jin noticed Yan Qing's departure, raised his eyes slightly, and watched the slender figure walk away without blinking. His hands hanging at his side clenched tightly, and his palms were a little painful.

Until Yan Qing's figure disappeared from his sight, Wen Jin lowered his eyes in disappointment, slowly raised his hands, and looked at his slightly swollen palms. After riding for seven consecutive days, the reins rubbed his palms with blisters, and the redness and swelling after the blisters were rubbed... It was really horrible.

Wen Jin pursed his lips and exhaled lightly.

It's nothing.

He told himself that even if she hated him and treated him no matter how, he would never separate from her again.

"Your Highness." Ji Weiyu saw Yan Qing walking out of the garden alone, and couldn't help but be curious, "Where is that person?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yan Qing walked to the stone table outside the corridor and sat down, leaning on the beauty backrest, looking sideways at the koi in the lake, "Bring my book, and make a pot of tea and send it over."

"Oh." Ji Weiyu did as he was told and turned to leave.

The garden of the Fengwang Mansion is not small, with rockery and stone scenery, deep bamboo shadows, and pink peaches and green willows in spring, showing quiet and elegant everywhere.

Yan Qing leaned against the railing, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and indifferent.

The scene before his death in his previous life could not help but emerge in his mind. At this time, Yan Qing was a little skeptical. How credible is the so-called seeing is believing and hearing is false?

People's hearts are changeable, and feelings will change.

But some things are engraved in the bones.

In her previous life, she was a legitimate princess of the royal family. She was born with the sin of "a star of destiny" and was trapped in it all her life without being able to save herself. She was given a marriage with Xiao Jinghan, and she never resisted - perhaps if she had not really died once, she would not know what it was like to be desperate for family affection.

She had no feelings for Xiao Jinghan, but she married him because of the imperial decree.

At that time, she naively thought that her father was willing to give her a marriage before his death, and the one he gave was the legitimate son of a first-rank general, and he must care about his daughter.

She had no room for resistance, and she had no intention of resisting. She thought that her father wanted to make up for her, so he gave her the legitimate son of General Xiao.

After the marriage, she and Xiao Jinghan maintained a superficial husband-and-wife relationship, but they always lived in separate courtyards. She could not accept living in the same room with a familiar stranger.

Even if this person was her nominal husband.

But later she realized how ridiculous her thoughts were. She was self-righteous and still had a little extravagant hope for family affection, but she didn't know that even marriage was just a means for her father to calculate her.

Poisoning by order.

Yan Qing thought of her absurd and pathetic life in her previous life, and her eyebrows were cold and mocking. With Xiao Jinghan's previous experience, she tried the poison in this life, and never let anyone plot against her again.

The more they wanted her to die, the more she had to live well.

Yan Qing was slightly stunned. Wen Jin was probably an accident in her life.

Because she had a marriage with Xiao Jinghan in her previous life, she had never really thought deeply about her feelings for Wen Jin. She only thought that he was a young man she raised, a gentle and elegant nobleman, and a powerful minister who was in the limelight after entering the court.

Wen Jin's position in her heart is undoubtedly special, because this is the person who has been with her for seven years, and the person who has depended on each other for seven years... Closer than real blood relatives.

His literary and military strategies, his appearance and demeanor, and his etiquette and upbringing are all cultivated by her. Yan Qing has never spent so much time on a second person in her life.

At that time, Wen Jin had just entered the court, and he was calm and composed. He was well-mannered and never lost his composure in front of others. He was truly a gentleman with a bright and clear mind.

Every time Yan Qing looked at him, she felt that her seven years of hard work had not been in vain.

When she realized that her body was getting worse day by day, and the toxins had already eroded her internal organs, Yan Qing thought that it didn't matter whether she lived to the age of 25 to verify the prediction of the Imperial Observatory or someone just wanted her to live to the age of 25.

Her life was tragic, and she would die if she died, anyway, no one would care.

Wen Jin had already achieved the high position of the first powerful minister, and his second half of life would be dazzling and smooth.

He had her shadow.

She lived a tragic life, but he could live a life that was destined to be extraordinary. Yan Qing felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

If it weren't for the scene before her death...

"Your Highness." Ji Weiyu came over with a tea tray. In addition to teacups and teapots, there was also a book on the tray. "Ji Chengyin is here. I'll go see him."

Yan Qing turned his head and said, "The Queen Mother is in trouble. Ji Chengyin probably knows that the prince can't be saved. He will naturally do everything he can to win you over and show you goodwill."

After all, the support of the Son of God is equivalent to the support of God. It will be easier for him to win the hearts of the people.

Ji Weiyu thought for a moment: "Your Highness, do you think I should build a good relationship with him, or show my intention to compete for the throne?"

"You don't have a brain?" Yan Qing said coldly, "Do I need to tell you what to do? Do you want me to go to the palace and poison the emperor to death, and directly help you take the throne?"

Ji Weiyu shut up silently, put the teapot and teacup on the table, and handed the book to Yan Qing with both hands: "Then Your Highness, read the book first, I... I'll be back soon."

Yan Qing stood up, put the teacup, teapot and book back on the tray, and under Ji Weimo's puzzled gaze, he turned around and walked along the corridor to the depths of the garden with the tray.

Ji Weiyu silently watched her back: "..."