Chapter 84 I Owed Him in My Previous Life

Yan Qing returned to the flower hall carrying the tray.

When Wen Jin saw her leaving and coming back, her thin lips tightened, and her originally dead heart gradually regained its vitality.

Yan Qing poured herself a cup of tea, holding a book in her hand, and just sat in the flower hall reading, as if Wen Jin didn't exist.

Little did he know that Wen Jin was suffering deeply at this time.

The eyelids were slightly drooped, Wen Ya's face was pale, her eyes were slightly red, and there was a dull pain in her heart.

She still cares about him.

This realization made Wen Jin feel happy and sour at the same time, and she hated her own stupidity even more. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was so good, so good, that she was even willing to look at him, which he considered a gift.

Wen Jin knew that he was despicable and dirty. He was clearly not worthy of her, not even worthy of being her slave, but he couldn't help but wish for things that he shouldn't have. He was so cruel and shameless...

What qualifications does a person like him have to get what he wants?

But he couldn't help but be greedy.

"I asked you to kneel down and reflect, what are you doing?" Yan Qing's voice sounded above her head, with a somewhat cold tone.

Wen Jin suddenly came back to his senses, and subconsciously knelt straight, his face calmed down, "I know I was wrong."

"What do you think?"

Wen Jin remained silent, lowered his head and said, "Wherever your Highness goes, I will go. It will not change."

"You should still remember my rules." Yan Qing looked coldly, "If this mouth can't say what I want to hear, how should I be punished?"

Wen Jin's voice was calm: "Beat him until he can speak."

"You know the rules but still choose to disobey. Are you trying to show that you would rather die than surrender?"

"I don't dare."

"You say you don't dare, but your actions are rebellious." Yan Qing smiled mockingly, "How can I believe that you don't dare?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips, and the color on her face faded little by little.

Can't refute.

What she said was true.

"Reach out."

Wen Jin was slightly startled and stretched out his hands without saying a word.

"Open your palms."

Wen Jin obeyed and spread his palms obediently.

Yan Qing then clearly saw his scarred palms. They used to be so pleasing to the eye, but now they are so bad.

The blisters on the palm of my hand had broken through and leaked water. After repeated rubbing, I could only describe it as miserable.

"What I liked most in the past was your face and hands." Yan Qing's voice was loose, as if he was evaluating a damaged collection, "Now you see for yourself... After you have turned it into this, you let me What can the palace say?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It will only take a few days to heal."

Yan Qing said nothing, her eyes fell on the top of his head thoughtfully, "Wen Jin."

"exist."

"Do you like me?"

Wen Jin was silent for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he nodded almost impatiently, as if he was afraid that if he was too slow, she would misunderstand him: "...I like it."

"Like it very much?"

"I like it very much." Wen Jin's voice trembled slightly, "I like it very much."

Although he knew he was not worthy, he no longer dared to say these words.

He only knew that he liked her very much, very much, very much, so much that he could die for her.

"Then tell me, what kind of situation would make you betray me?" Yan Qing said indifferently, "I know you won't do it now, but you can try to guess and judge what kind of situation will happen in the future. Change your attitudes, shift your loyalties, erase your likes?”

"No." Wen Jin's heart ached, as if a hand was tearing his heart ruthlessly. He shook his head with a pale face, "I will never betray His Highness, never, not even to death."

Yan Qing sneered: "Really?"

"Really." Wen Jin seemed to be emphasizing something, her tone was slightly urgent, and her pale face was full of hesitation and uneasiness, "I will not betray His Highness, and I will never..."

"Wen Jin." Yan Qing's eyes were cold, "You've lost your composure."

Wen Jin froze, stopped talking, took a gentle breath, and the expression on his face slowly calmed down, and soon returned to his usual gentle and calm appearance.

"Please trust me once, Your Highness." He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Yan Qing's toes, and his voice was so calm that he suppressed all the emotional fluctuations, "If I betray Your Highness, I will be reduced to a beast and a cow for the rest of my life. Be a horse, be a dog in front of His Highness, always be driven by His Highness, forever..."

Yan Qing stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked away.

Back in the flower hall, Yan Qing leaned against the pillars and looked at the layers of flowers in front of her, with complex eyes and surging emotions.

Betrayal from the people closest to you is the most unforgettable hurt.

Her biological parents failed her, so she could abandon her family ties.

Xiao Jinghan harmed her, and she could make everyone in the Xiao family die without a burial place.

If Yan Chen wants to deal with her, she can make him roll off that chair.

After experiencing a miserable life and being tempered in purgatory, her heart has long been as cold as iron, and she can treat anyone's death indifferently, killing people with ease.

Only Wen Jin.

There is only one Wen Jin.

The corner of Yan Qing's lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc. This young man who had been with her for seven years in her darkest life and still maintained a kind heart had devoted almost all of her energy at that time.

To kill him would be to cut away those seven years of life.

The betrayal that he once thought seemed to be wavering now. Yan Qing raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow.

From the moment she returned to the imperial city, Wen Jin's attitude was not right.

Yan Qing turned her head to look at Wen Jin who was kneeling there. She didn't know if this person was in a state of mind again. His face looked particularly pale from a distance, without any blood color.

When he was absent-minded, he was shrouded in a layer of sadness, like a little beast on the verge of despair.

Yan Qing felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Admit it, she just couldn't bear to be cruel to this thing, especially when she always had the scene of him being abused when he was a child in her mind, and the soft side always had the upper hand.

It seemed that no matter what he did, she could be much more tolerant than she was to others.

Sighing softly, Yan Qing couldn't help rubbing her eyebrows again.

She really owed him in her last life.