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

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "Can't kneel anymore?"

Wen Jin consciously wanted to say no, then he didn't know what he was thinking, and hummed softly, "Can't kneel anymore."

Naturally, his body was not so delicate, so he wouldn't be unable to kneel even if he knelt for a whole day. Although he didn't kneel often recently, it didn't affect his physical strength.

If Wen Jin's previous personality was followed, he might really kneel for half a day without making a sound.

However, Wen Jin knew that he shouldn't be stubborn with Dian anymore. Dian felt sorry for him, but that didn't mean he could use this as a means to make Dian feel sorry for him.

Besides...

Wen Jin sighed. Dian was not used to drinking tea made by others, and he really didn't want to let Dian not even have a sip of tea because of his stubbornness.

So after thinking about it, he felt that this method was not very desirable.

"I know Your Highness is distressed, so I dare not humiliate myself." Wen Jin took Yan Qing's hand and put it to his lips. He originally just wanted to kiss it, but for some reason, he suddenly bit the back of Yan Qing's hand gently, "Your Highness's hand is so soft."

Yan Qing raised his eyes slightly and fell on the hand that he bit. The bite was not heavy, leaving only a circle of shallow marks.

"Are you a dog?"

"Maybe a wolf." Wen Jin said, standing up quickly, "I will make tea for Your Highness."

Yan Qing looked at his calm back without any expression. Wolf? What wolf?

Little wolf?

His eyes fell back on the back of his hand. Yan Qing looked at it for a long time before he retracted his gaze and turned to look out the window. A faint smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Wen Jin came over with tea and poured a cup of tea for Yan Qing. He stood quietly by the side and said nothing.

"After kneeling, you're standing again?" Yan Qing took the teacup and asked casually, "How long do you plan to stand?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips, looking gentle and elegant.

"Has the Queen Mother spoiled you too much recently?"

Wen Jin shook his head quickly: "No. The Queen Mother spoiled you just right, not too much or too little."

Yan Qing glanced at him.

"I am not obsessed with being a consort." Wen Jin lowered his eyes, "As long as I have a status that allows me to stay by the side of the palace, I don't care about male favorites, I dare not covet them."

Yan Qing paused, then sipped his tea without any expression, "Aren't you afraid of being scolded?"

"No." Wen Jin's voice was calm and soft, "No one dares to scold."

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at him: "Wen Jin."

Wen Jin hummed: "I am here."

"My lord, remember I told you before that you should strive for what you want, not give up when you know it's difficult." Yan Qing said in a light tone, "Have you forgotten it?"

Wen Jin understood what she meant, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and walked to sit beside her, "I am not giving up when I know it's difficult, I just think that the status is actually It's not that important... I can only stay by the side of the prince, it doesn't matter whether I'm a consort or a male favorite, it's just a title. "

Yan Qing stretched out his hand and picked up his mouth: "The prince is a legitimate status, and the male favorite is a lowly status, and maybe he will be accused of being a sycophant..."

"With the prince here, they dare not." Wen Jin's tone was calm, and there was a firm meaning in his voice that could not be ignored, "The prince is a king granted by heaven. Every decision he made after ascending the throne is right. Whoever dares to be wrong is against heaven. "

Yan Qing was silent for a moment: "So what?"

Wen Jin's eyebrows were stretched, and he smiled beautifully: "This little husband with beautiful looks but no power can only rely on the prince's protection in the future. "