On the night of my wedding, I was raped by a yandere villain

Wei Jinxin was only wearing a thin gauze skirt and was lying on the small couch.

Next to it is a jug of wine.

Wei Jinxin's eyebrows were like silk, and his eyes were blank.

Her complexion was already turbid and she was not very conscious.

Apparently drunk.

Li Lai's body tightened and he slowly walked towards Wei Jinxin.

Every step is the most unreachable distance for him.

His eyes were deep and gloomy, and his hands were always clenched into fists.

He walked up to Wei Jinxin and squatted down in front of him.

Wei Jinxin had drunk too much and couldn't tell who the person in front of him was.

She raised her eyes and smiled foolishly: "You are here."

Immediately, she reached out and held Li Lai's hand.

He put the man's hand on his face.

Her face was full of tears, and Li Lai's rough fingertips touched her silky skin, causing waves of shivers.

Li Lai knelt in front of Wei Jinxin, with a touch of tenderness blooming in his deep eyes.

He is completely different from his previous serious and stereotyped impression.

Wei Jinxin was still smiling foolishly: "Why don't you like me?"

"Do you know that I have loved you since I was a child?"

The repeated questions put Wei Jin's heart on the verge of collapse.

Li Lai's hand slowly stroked along the end of Wei Jinxin's eyebrows, brushing away the tears from her eyes.

Then coming to her lips, Wei Jinxin's lips kissed his fingers coldly.

A shudder arose in the man's body, and a bright red flashed in his eyes.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he whispered in a hoarse voice: "Miss, I will definitely help you achieve what you want..."

It rained continuously for many days, so that a big event happened in the court.

Emperor Yin was furious.

The reason was that the river was overflowing and the Yellow River burst its banks. The people in the lower reaches were immediately displaced, and now they have all swarmed outside the central city of Beijing.

Dealing with the disaster victims' affairs can be either big or small.

If it is not handled well, it will cause turmoil in the court.

In the Jinluan Palace.

Yin Mohan and Yin Yunshen went to court as princes respectively.

The two stood in two lines.

Behind them stood two forces.

I heard Emperor Yin say: "Now that all the people are pouring into the suburbs of the capital, do you ministers have any good ideas?"

After the words fell, a minister behind Yin Yunshen stood up and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, in my opinion, these untouchables have nothing to fear. As long as we send troops to suppress them and drive them back to where they were, the crisis will be resolved."

After he finished speaking, several ministers responded.

Emperor Yin's expression remained unchanged and he continued to ask: "Are there any different opinions?"

Yin Yunshen paused for a moment, and a suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Situations like this have occurred in previous years and were handled in this way.

Why this time...

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Yin Mohan standing up from the side.

"I would like to report to my father that according to my opinion, we should make up for the charity and properly resettle the victims. Only in this way can the problem be solved fundamentally."

As soon as Yin Mohan finished speaking, the minister who had just stood up immediately retorted: "His Thirteenth Highness said it simply, how can the imperial court have so much money to allocate to so many victims?"

"If everyone followed suit, wouldn't it be chaos?"

"Yes."

"It's absolutely impossible!"

"that is!"

"It's better to stick to the old method."

For a while, the courtiers were talking a lot.

A smile appeared on Yin Yunshen's face. He stood up slowly, glanced at Yin Mohan, and then said: "Father, the thirteenth brother is new here. After all, he has no experience. Please don't blame him."

Emperor Yin looked at Yin Mohan, and his eyes immediately deepened.

He then said: "In that case, we will follow the practice of previous years..."

Before Emperor Yin finished speaking, Yin Mohan stood up again and said: "Father, this matter must not be done. The people should be properly settled. If no one takes this responsibility, I am willing to ask myself to take care of it."

After Yin Mohan finished speaking, everyone took a breath, and many looked in disbelief.

Yin Yun's eyes gradually darkened, and he looked at Yin Mohan with more scrutiny and inquiry.

Emperor Yin in the palace suddenly said: "Okay, I'll leave this matter to Han'er."

"Dismiss the dynasty!"

The news that Yin Mohan wanted to deal with the victims spread like wildfire, and naturally it also reached the ears of Wei Anning.

Xin'er told Wei Anning the information she had learned, "Miss, Thirteen... His Highness is so amazing. He is actually willing to personally go out for the people and help them resettle their homes."

Wei Anning frowned. She had an impression of this plot in the original book, but not too much.

This is a critical opportunity for Yin Mohan to gain Emperor Yin's trust. What will he do?

She shook her head and forced herself not to have anything to do with it.

Yonghe Palace.

Yangchuan got Yin Mohan's order and went to the Ministry of Household Affairs.

But as soon as I went there, I was rejected.

The Minister of Household Affairs didn't buy it at all, and even said that the national treasury was tight and there was no money to resettle the victims.

At the end, he sarcastically said with a smile but not a smile: "His Thirteenth Highness is now the most popular person in front of His Majesty. Why don't you find a way by yourself? Why do you ask your subordinates for help? I'm sorry that I can't help."

This statement couldn't be more clear.

Yin Mohan is acting in accordance with His Majesty's orders. How dare this Minister of Household Affairs have the courage to disobey him?

It is self-evident who is adding fuel to the flames.

After returning, Yangchuan told Yin Mohan what he had experienced.

Yin Mohan is practicing calligraphy. His handwriting has been getting better and better recently. Even the tutor who teaches him praises him very much.

Hearing Yang Chuan's words, Yin Mohan didn't have any big expression, as if everything was as expected.

Yangchuan came closer, took a look at the content of Yin Mohan's writing, and glanced away without leaving any trace.

He was a little puzzled, and then asked: "Your Highness, please forgive me for being stupid, but the job of arranging the victims is obviously a hot potato now, and no one in the palace will help you."

Yin Mohan didn't look at him, but continued to focus on practicing calligraphy.

However, he replied in a calm tone: "Do you even think I did something wrong?"

"My subordinates dare not."

"I just feel that His Highness must have his own plans for doing this."

Yin Mohan's lips curled up slightly and he replied: "Emperor Yin obviously had other plans this time. Those fools still followed the old method. Didn't they offend Emperor Yin?"

Yangchuan was puzzled, "But His Highness is in a critical situation. If we don't think of a perfect strategy, we will definitely attract criticism from the courtiers."

"I guess there will be many people waiting to see His Highness's jokes."

"Tsk," Yin Mohan laughed.

"So what, as long as you can get what you want, it doesn't matter if you use some means."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Yangchuan, his eyes filled with a hint of treachery, "Remember, if you want to get to the top, you have to do whatever it takes."

Yangchuan nodded in agreement.

Outsiders think that His Highness Thirteenth is benevolent and righteous, and is willing to do everything possible for the sake of the people.

As everyone knows, their lives are worthless in His Highness's eyes.

If he can still take it to heart now, I'm afraid it's only himself.

And the name he is writing now.