The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Yan Qing came back to her senses, her eyes gradually cooled.

In the past seven days, she was poisoned by Xiao Jinghan and half of her skills were destroyed. Her body had already suffered a great loss, and she had no way to continue to hold the military power.

She knew in her heart that once she handed over the Qilin Guard Talisman, she would have no power to protect herself, and it would be easy for the emperor to kill her.

But for Wen Jin, she still handed over the military talisman.

Yan Qing turned around and walked to the couch and sat down, pouring herself a glass of cold tea, the bitter taste filled her entire mouth.

The feeling of the sharp arrow shooting into her heart was still fresh in her memory, and the suffocating pain made her know clearly that death was approaching. She was dead, why did she let her know that all this was designed by him?

Yan Qing was not without any judgment ability. She knew that the words of sowing discord could not be trusted, but Wen Jin was around her for a long time, and she knew his ability very well.

If he doesn't want to, no one can make him poison, especially the dirty and filthy poison.

The room was silent and the oppressive atmosphere made people uneasy.

Wen Jin's emotions had calmed down. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Yan Qing who was sitting in front of the couch, frowning slightly: "Your Highness, don't drink cold tea."

Yan Qing ignored him, put down the teacup, got up and walked to the bed.

The two maids on duty in the bedroom stood with their eyebrows lowered, looking a little panicked: "I will make tea for your Highness."

"No need." Yan Qing said coldly, "You go out first."

"Yes."

The two maids respectfully left.

Yan Qing leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes. The lights in the inner room were bright, reflecting the woman's beautiful face, her white and flawless skin, and her beauty was breathtaking.

Wen Jin looked at her infatuatedly, with deep and paranoid feelings hidden in his eyes.

The lights were on all night. Yan Qing took a nap against the head of the bed, while Wen Jin sat in a corner of the cage and read a book in the middle of the night.

If you can't sleep, reading can calm you down.

The next morning, Yan Qing woke up before it was completely light.

She opened her eyes and looked at Wen Jin sitting in the cage reading. For a moment, her memory seemed to have returned to her childhood.

In fact, Yan Qing's age was not much different from Wen Jin's.

When she met him, she was eight years old and he was six years old. Now she is eight years old and he has just passed the age of twenty-one, and he has just entered the officialdom for three years.

Time passed quickly, so quickly that the things that happened in their lives were as clear as if they were engraved in their minds.

They were obviously the two closest people.

Even Xiao Jinghan, who was the seventh son-in-law of the emperor, never had the opportunity to enter her bedroom and get close to her. Apart from the status of a son-in-law, there was no relationship between them.

Instead, it was Wen Jin.

No.

After Xiao Jinghan became a son-in-law, Wen Jin rarely entered the palace. He became the prime minister and had his own palace. The new emperor tried to win him over. Except for some people who were hostile to him, all the military officials in the court also came to him.

In order to gain the trust of the new emperor, Wen Jin would not come to her palace at will.

Yan Qing once thought that Wen Jin, who she had personally raised, could not be won over by anyone, but in the end she was defeated by her overconfidence.

Coming back to her senses from the past, Yan Qing got up and changed her clothes.

Wen Jin put down the book, opened the door and walked out. The heavy shackles made a slight clash sound. Wen Jin whispered: "May I serve Your Highness?"

Yan Qing said in a light tone: "No need."

Wen Jin lowered his eyebrows sadly, stood in a trance for a moment, and then turned back without saying a word, and continued to lean on the bedside.

Yan Qing's expression was slightly condensed, and then he changed his clothes as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked out.

"Your Highness." Qilin Guard Commander Shen Mo came quickly, holding the long sword at his waist, kneeling on one knee in the bluestone courtyard, "News just came from outside that Jinyiwei General Manager Lu Guozhong was beheaded."

This was a shocking news, enough to be regarded as a provocation to the emperor.

The palace was in an uproar.

Yan Qing was silent, then turned to look at Wen Jin: "Did you do it?"

Wen Jin hummed, and said in a calm tone: "He deserves to die."

He deserves to die.

Yan Qing retracted his gaze and said to Shen Mo: "If he's dead, he's dead. He's an insignificant eunuch. I'm not interested in him."

"Yes." Shen Mo agreed and reported another thing, "General Xiao's wife brought someone to the door, saying that she wanted to see her son."

"Who did she bring?"

"Two maids from the palace." Shen Mo replied, "They are all people around the Queen Mother."

Yan Qing smiled slightly: "Queen Mother?"

"Yes."

"I know." Yan Qing nodded, "Let them in."

"Yes."

After Shen Mo left, Yan Qing called the maid in to help her wash and dress. After dressing up, the maid also prepared breakfast.

"Everyone leave."

"Yes."

Yan Qing walked to the dining table and sat down, and indifferently ordered: "Wash for an incense stick of time, and then come to serve the meal."

Wen Jin put down the book, got up and walked out of the cage.

"The shackles can be taken off." Yan Qing drank a mouthful of soup and ordered, "Half an hour."

Wen Jin was slightly startled, and his heart suddenly felt bitter. A wave of uncontrollable regret and pain suddenly hit him, almost knocking him down.

A mist appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were pursed. Wen Jin replied in a low voice, blinked away the bitterness in his eyes, walked out of the cage, and when he came to Yan Qing, his face was calm and replaced with his usual gentle smile: "Your Highness, please help me open it."

Yan Qing didn't say anything, and handed him the key.

Wen Jin's eyes fell on the key, his eyes dimmed, and he bowed his head and said: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Took the key, opened the shackles on his wrists by himself, ignored the shackles on his feet, and turned to wash.

She still felt sorry for him.

This thought made Wen Jin's dead heart come alive again. He dragged the heavy shackles to wash, and came back a quarter of an hour later, standing aside to serve Yan Qing.

In fact, there was not much to serve.

The eldest princess' breakfast was very rich, just like every morning, but Yan Qing's taste had almost never changed. Wen Jin knew what she liked to eat with his eyes closed.

Wen Shoufu, who was powerful and favored by the new emperor, was glorious and majestic in front of people, but no one knew that in those seemingly glorious days, he was tortured by loneliness and longing day and night, and had never slept a sound sleep.

If he could choose, he even hoped to stay here every day in the future, even if he was a servant serving her meals, it would make him feel at ease than standing on the temple and enjoying the crowds.

Yan Qing finished breakfast slowly and wiped the corner of his mouth, "I'm going to see Madam Xiao, do you have anything to say?"

Wen Jin was slightly startled, smiled and shook his head: "No."

"Old rules." Yan Qing stood up, "I won't treat you badly for three meals a day, eat when you should, and stay where you should stay after dinner, no need for me to say more."

Wen Jin lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Yan Qing tilted his head to look at him, as if curious: "Why don't you ask me why I treat you like this?"

She had the experience of rebirth, so she had some resentment towards Wen Jin, but from Wen Jin's point of view, he had no idea why her attitude had changed so much.

Wen Jin smiled and shook his head, his voice was gentle and pleasant: "No need to ask, my life was given by His Highness, and His Highness has full power to dispose of it."

Yan Qing looked at him in silence, and suddenly said: "Wen Jin, do you think you will betray me after you have grown stronger?"

The familiar sharp pain came again.

Wen Jin's face turned pale, and he said in a low but firm voice: "No. I will never betray Your Highness even if I die."

"But I can't seem to believe your promise."

Wen Jin's face turned even paler, as if he couldn't bear such words, and he clenched his hands: "I will prove it to Your Highness."

Yan Qing turned and walked out.

Wen Jin turned around, staring at her back without blinking, unwilling to move away for a moment, until the slender figure in a crimson robe slowly disappeared from his sight, he slowly lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

Outsiders say that the eldest prince Yan Qing is a star of destiny, ruthless and desireless, cold and cruel, and anyone who gets close to her will not end well.

But Wen Jin knew that everyone who could really get close to Yan Qing was lucky.

Among those people, how many good deeds did Jiu Gong, who was exiled by the previous emperor, do in private, how many unfortunate people did he save, how many poor students and sick women and children did he help... No one knew.

They knew that Jiu Gong was a star of misfortune, and they were afraid of her and hated her. Only Wen Jin was the one who understood her best and was trusted by her the most.

But...

Wen Jin looked at his hands, but he destroyed this trust with his own hands.