Chapter 92 Jealousy Changes You Beyond Recognition

The corners of Wen Jin's lips trembled and her eyes turned red. She hated herself for being useless and not being able to stay by her side when she was in the most pain.

"Are you crying?" Yan Qing frowned, looking at him getting more and more out of control, "Wen Jin, am I too gentle to you?"

Wen Jin raised his eyes slightly, and the deep pain in his eyes fell into Yan Qing's eyes, making her heart palpitate for a moment.

She sighed softly: "Okay, it's all over."

Wen Jin shook his head, unable to pass.

He couldn't convince himself that those things were in the past. He only knew that while he was chatting and laughing with the officials in the DPRK, she was suffering from poisonous torture in Suzaku City, suffering in a state of life worse than death.

There was no need to think too much about anything else. This alone made his heart feel like a knife.

How can it be regarded as the past?

"Wen Jin." Yan Qing frowned and reached out to lift his chin, "I remember telling you before that immersing yourself in the misery of the past is the behavior of a coward."

Wen Jin looked at her silently.

"What do you want?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, "Can you erase everything that happened in the past? Or do you want to turn back time so that everything doesn't happen again?"

Wen Jin was stunned: "What if... what if time can really go back?"

"Going back in time may change some things, but some things cannot be changed." Yan Qing pointed to his arm, "For example, if you don't experience it yourself, how can you use poison so well that people can't guard against it? ? How to know what kind of poison can make life worse than death?"

Wen Jin took a deep breath: "I can bear it for Your Highness."

Yan Qing was silent.

As soon as Wen Jin finished saying this, he realized how ridiculous what he said was ridiculous.

His Highness doesn't trust him anymore, so how can he be allowed to bear all this?

The poison was in her own hands, which made her feel at ease.

Wen Jin fell into a sad mood again.

Yan Qing was a little impatient and couldn't speak, so she directly moved her foot and kicked him far away: "Stay away from me. Don't bring your life-threatening emotions to me."

Wen Jin was kicked to the ground by her kick. Listening to these words, Wen Jin was in a daze for a while before he stood up again.

"I will follow His Highness every step of the way from now on." He whispered, "I will never leave for a moment."

"Really?" Yan Qing sneered, "From now on, you will take me with you when going to the toilet and bathing."

Wen Jin's expression froze: "That's not what I meant."

"You know what I hate, so you'd better stop showing the expression that I'm seriously ill." Yan Qing frowned, "Otherwise, stay away from me and stop annoying me."

Wen Jin knew that he needed to adjust.

Things have passed, he can be sad, he can be sad, but it has passed, and no matter how painful he is, he can't undo that torturous time.

He should adjust his mentality and make His Highness happy every day in the future.

He was silent for a while before speaking: "I will go make tea for His Highness."

Yan Qing hummed.

So Wen Jin got up and left, walking on the winding corridor. He was slightly absent-minded and couldn't help but think, since His Highness is willing to let him know the past, does it mean that she has begun to trust him? Even just a little bit.

A little hope appeared in Wen Jin's heart, even if it was just a little bit, he would cherish it.

Although Ji Weiyu was dissatisfied, she did not embarrass Wen Jin this time and obediently asked someone to bring him the best tea leaves and tea sets. She knew in her heart that he was making tea for His Highness, so she would not embarrass him.

"The piano is in the study. If you want to borrow it, go get it yourself." Ji Weiyu said coldly, and then added, "Forget it, I will have someone send it to you later. My study is not for anyone who wants to enter. Can get in.”

Wen Jin ignored him, took the tea leaves and tea sets, and turned back to the flower hall.

The maid brought her a stove and water.

Wen Jin began to cook tea for Yan Qing. Every move he made was calm and elegant. The tea was fragrant and his heart was calm.

The maid quickly brought the lyre.

Wen Jin lifted up his robe and sat on the floor, his slender fingers flexibly plucked the strings, and the ethereal and sweet piano sounds flowed out from under his fingertips, like the sound of nature.

Yan Qing was holding a teacup in her hand, leaning on the railing with a relaxed and lazy posture, sipping tea and listening to the elegant and moving piano music.

Looking from a distance, it is really a beautiful and harmonious picture.

Ji Weiyu stood outside the garden, watching this scene from a distance, and kept kicking the railing in anger.

"Although the buildings of Prince Feng's Mansion are made of the best materials in the world and are extremely strong, they should not be destroyed by you like this." Langya lay on the ridge of the roof and spoke lazily, "Ji Weiyu, jealousy has changed you beyond recognition."

Ji Weiyu raised his head and stared at him coldly: "What do you know?"

That man used the tea sets and tea leaves in his palace to make tea for His Highness to drink, played music on his piano for His Highness to listen to, and used all his things to please His Highness. Why couldn't he be jealous?

Ji Weiyu was indignant.

Obviously he can make tea and play the piano, and he's not bad looking either. He's still the prince of Chu. Why can't His Highness treat him differently?

What's so good about Wen Jin?

"His Highness will return to Suzaku City tomorrow. Some people will be missed terribly." Langya raised his hands to cover his eyes. Although the morning light was soft, it was also dazzling. "But don't cry."

Ji Weiyu said coldly: "Go to hell."

Turning to look at the two people in the flower hall, Ji Weiyu couldn't help but turned around and left.

Langya sighed softly.

It's all because of the princess's brilliance that makes them all adore her. Who can not like a woman like the princess?

But she is destined not to belong to anyone. Only by being rational can she avoid being hurt by love.

Thinking of everything he had experienced in those three years, Langya couldn't help but sigh. There are many men with strong wills in this world, but he always felt that the princess's willpower was so strong that even men were ashamed of themselves.

The sound of the piano was melodious and the fragrance of tea was lingering in the flower hall.

Yan Qing quietly drank tea and listened to the piano. Wen Jin seemed to have returned to the days when he played the piano for her every day in Suzaku City. He had no distractions and was calm.

Time passed little by little, and the whole morning slowly disappeared in this quiet and silent atmosphere.