Chapter 87: Fragile and Vulnerable

After Ji Weiyu left, Yan Qing turned to look at Wen Jin: "Are you very fond of killing people recently?"

Wen Jin shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong with liking to kill people." Yan Qing said indifferently, "I have built a secret guard camp in Suzaku City. If you like it, I can send you to train for a period of time, and you will be responsible for the duties of a secret guard in the future."

Wen Jin was silent, his eyes a little dazed.

The secret guard camp, the superb poison technique, the injuries on his arms... they all only occurred after he left Suzaku City.

He has not participated at all in the past three years. He has no idea what His Highness has gone through, and he has not even received any information.

Wen Jin suddenly felt empty in her heart.

His Highness has distrusted him since three years ago, a fact that is almost too much for him to bear.

Wen Jin pursed her lips, her eyes were dull, and her whole person looked lifeless and lifeless.

Yan Qing stared at Wen Jin thoughtfully, frowning again and again, having no idea where his soul had wandered to.

"It seems that the seven years in Suzaku City are not as good as the three years in the Imperial City." Yan Qing said in a calm voice, "You have learned all the rules from the dog's belly."

Wen Jin raised his eyes numbly, and the smile he tried to hold at the corner of his mouth showed loneliness: "The air in the imperial city is dirty, which is the most corrosive to people's hearts. Your Highness, it is better to take me to Suzaku City for retraining."

Yan Qing was silent, looking at Wen Jin's eyes that seemed to have lost all hope, and keenly realized that it was Ji Weiyu who had said something to him.

Wen Jin is in a very bad state right now. Not only is his physical condition caused by running around for days, but his mental state is also very bad.

Not to mention returning to the calm young master like before, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear even one harsh word.

Fragile and sensitive to the point of being vulnerable.

Yan Qing walked to the window and sat down: "I see that you really need to be taught a lesson again recently."

Wen Jin looked at her without saying a word, wanting to ask her what happened to the injury on her hand.

But before he asked, he knew that she would reply to him that it had nothing to do with you.

It has nothing to do with him.

Wen Jin's heart throbbed with pain and couldn't stop it.

It has nothing to do with him, nothing to do with him.

These four words were like a sharp knife at this time, piercing into the heart, causing blood to flow and the pain to suffocate.

If entering the court meant breaking up with her, and no longer being trusted by her, what was he going to do?

Be a powerful minister with unlimited glory during the day, and be alone in a lonely room at night?

Wen Jin's eyes fell on the black brick floor with complicated patterns, and he thought with some abandonment, if you don't trust her, don't trust her. He still has a long time in the rest of his life to regain her trust. He doesn't want any powerful officials or chief ministers.

He no longer wants to be a gentle and gentle noble son. Three years is his limit. He can't bear any more days of separation. The torture of longing is too cruel.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Wen Jin finally raised his feet and walked towards Yan Qing, every step he took seemed to be facing the light.

Stopping three steps away from Yan Qing, Wen Jin said in a low voice, with some emotional suppression: "When does Your Highness want to leave here?"

Yan Qing's expression was indifferent. The words "It has something to do with you" came to her lips, but somehow they got stuck. She said calmly: "About two or three days."

Wen Jin pursed her lips, lowered her eyebrows, and said with a little hesitation in her voice: "Can't we leave tomorrow?"

She asked the question carefully, not daring to show too many emotions, for fear that Yan Qing would misunderstand that he was trying to interfere with her decision.

Although he did want to interfere with her decision.

He didn't want her to stay here, whether it was back to Suzaku City or Dayong, at least it was a place he was familiar with and a place where they had lived together.

She rarely returned to the imperial city, but the eldest princess's mansion was her territory, and that was their nest.

He didn't want to stay in this strange country, this strange palace, or face that strange and disgusting person.

"You have traveled thousands of miles and your body has not yet recovered. Can you withstand the fatigue of traveling and traveling?" Yan Qing glanced at him up and down, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Is it true that it's like what Ji Weiyu said, that you want to win over me with a bitter trick? Soft-hearted?”

Wen Jin had indeed been too sensitive recently, and he could vaguely hear a hint of concern in these words. Even if it was just his illusion, there was a slight sign of resurrection in his dead heart.

He pursed his lips slightly. He was obviously tall and slender. He was dressed in white clothes and made him look like a jade tree. He looked noble and elegant.

Standing in front of Yan Qing at this time, she looked like a child who had made a mistake, her eyebrows were downcast and well-behaved: "My body is fine, Your Highness, don't worry."

Yan Qing held her chin and said in a cold voice: "Are you sure you can continue riding?"

Wen Jin nodded: "Okay."

"In that case." Yan Qing nodded, "Okay. Leave here early tomorrow morning."

Wen Jin's thoughts froze for a moment, and he was stunned for a while before he realized what was happening. He looked at Yan Qing in disbelief: "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Yan Qing said in a calm voice, "As long as you can handle it."

Wen Jin couldn't help but nodded: "I can—"

"If you get sick or injured halfway and delay your trip, you don't have to follow me."

The joy that had just appeared in Wen Jin's eyes disappeared instantly. He suppressed his expression and couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

He could endure the pain, and he could endure it if he really got sick.

But being able to tolerate it doesn't mean that many things can be controlled by him.

He really didn't want to make her unhappy at this juncture, nor was he willing to create a reason for her to abandon him.

Besides, the journey was long, and he was planning to serve her well. If he was exhausted and wounded, it would not be appropriate.

So after a silence, Wen Jin whispered: "Then... let's rest for two more days."

It sounded like he was making compromises, with a reluctant tone.

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows nonchalantly: "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Wen Jin nodded gently, "Sure."

His Highness was still willing to take care of his health, so he would not leave alone. Thinking of this, Wen Jin's heart could not help but settle down a little.

...

Ji Weiyu quickly ordered people to prepare dinner.

Because Yan Qing didn't eat much for lunch, the dinner time was moved forward a little, and Langya was also called over. The four people had dinner at the same table, and the atmosphere at the table was destined to be not very good.

It can even be said that the atmosphere was tense, with swords and shadows, and a sinister atmosphere.

From the moment Ji Weiyu sat down, he stared at Wen Jin with an undisguised hostility, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes, or drive this person out of his palace and let him beg on the street.

Wen Jin completely ignored him, while concentrating on serving food to Yan Qing, he intercepted the food that Ji Weiyu had picked up for Yan Qing and threw it all aside.

Ji Weiyu was so angry that his face turned blue: "Wen Jin, don't go too far!"

Wen Jin was indifferent and ignored him.

Ji Weiyu took action directly and brought all the dishes that Yan Qing liked to her: "Your Highness has hands and feet, do you need to serve her?"

Wen Jin calmly pushed the dishes he moved aside, and Ji Weiyu was so angry that he said, "This is in my palace, get out!"

Originally, only Langya was concentrating on eating, but the two of them were going back and forth, and the movement was really not small. Langya looked up at them with a subtle expression.

"Your Highness." Turning to look at Yan Qing, who looked calm, Langya sincerely suggested, "I think we should set some rules for them. How can they eat like this?"

He said "they", implying that both of them needed to set rules.

Yan Qing put down his chopsticks slowly, and Ji Weiyu was immediately silenced.

Yan Qing glanced at him and said to Langya: "Give me a box of external ointment later."

Langya was silent, looked at Wen Jin calmly, and then nodded: "Okay."

Yan Qing wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief: "Stay here for another two days, and then we will go back to Suzaku City."

Ji Weiyu's face changed: "Leave in two days?"

"Or stay for the New Year?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "Or you can continue to be poisoned next time, and see if I will come to save you."