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

Chapter 84 I owe him for my whole life

Yan Qing returned to the flower hall with a tray.

When Wen Jin saw her coming back, he pursed his lips tightly, and his dead heart gradually regained its vitality.

Yan Qing poured himself a cup of tea, holding a book in his hand, and sat in the flower hall reading, as if Wen Jin didn't exist.

But he didn't know that Wen Jin was suffering in his heart at this time.

With her eyelids drooping slightly, Wen Ya's face was pale, her eyes were slightly red, and her heart was aching.

She still cared about him.

This cognition made Wen Jin both happy and bitter, and he hated his stupidity in the past. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that she was so good, so good, so good that he felt it was a gift to be willing to look at him.

Wen Jin knew that he was mean and dirty, and clearly unworthy of her, not even worthy of being her slave, but he couldn't control himself and wanted what he shouldn't have. He was just a wolf in sheep's clothing, just shameless...

What qualifications does a person like him have to get what he wants?

But he just couldn't help but be greedy.

"I asked you to kneel down and reflect on yourself, what are you doing?" Yan Qing's voice sounded above his head, with a bit of coldness.

Wen Jin suddenly came back to his senses, subconsciously knelt straight, and the emotion on his face was completely suppressed, "I know I was wrong."

"What do you think?"

Wen Jin was silent, lowered his head and said: "Wherever the prince goes, I will go there, and I will not change."

"You should still remember the rules of this palace." Yan Qing looked coldly, "If this mouth says something that this palace does not want to hear, how should it be punished?"

Wen Jin's voice was calm: "You will say why."

"You know the rules, but still choose to disobey orders. Are you trying to show that you would rather die than surrender?"

"I dare not."

"You say you dare not, but your behavior shows rebelliousness everywhere." Yan Qing smiled mockingly, "How can this palace believe that you dare not?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips, and the blood on his face faded a little bit.

I can't refute it.

What she said is the truth.

"Stretch out your hands."

Wen Jin was slightly stunned, and stretched out his hands without saying a word.

"Open your palms."

Wen Jin did as he was told and opened his palms obediently.

Yan Qing then saw his scarred palms clearly. How pleasing his hands were before, how terrible they were now.

The blisters on his palms had broken the skin and seeped water. After repeated friction, it was horrible to describe.

"What I like most in the past is your face and hands." Yan Qing's voice was scattered, as if he was evaluating a damaged collection, "Now look at it yourself... You are in such a mess, what can I say?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Just raise a few children."

Yan Qing didn't say anything, his eyes fell on his head thoughtfully, "Wen Jin."

"Yes."

"Do you like me?"

Wen Jin was silent for a moment, and when he reacted, he almost couldn't wait to nod, as if he was afraid that she would misunderstand him if he was a step slower: "...I like it."

"I like it very much?"

"I like it very much." Wen Jin's voice trembled slightly, "I like it very much."

Although he knew he was not worthy of her, he didn't dare to say this sentence again.

He knew that he liked her very much, very much, very much, and he liked her so much that he would die for her.

"Then tell me, what kind of situation can make you betray me?" Yan Qing said indifferently, "I know you won't do it now, but you can try to guess and judge what kind of situation will change your attitude, shift your loyalty, and erase your love?"

"No." Wen Jin felt a pain in his heart, as if a hand was tearing his heart mercilessly. He shook his head with a pale face, "I will not betray Your Highness, never, never even if I die."

Yan Qing sneered: "Really?"

"Really." Wen Jin seemed to emphasize something, his tone was slightly urgent, and his pale face was full of hesitation and uneasiness, "I will not betray Your Highness, never..."

"Wen Jin." Yan Qing's eyes were cold, "You lost your composure."

Wen Jin froze, and stopped talking, took a breath, and his expression slowly restrained, and soon returned to his usual gentle and calm appearance.

"Please trust me once, Your Highness." He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Yan Qing's toes, and his voice was so calm that it suppressed all emotional fluctuations, "If I betray Your Highness, I will be reduced to a beast for generations, working like a cow or a horse, a dog in front of Your Highness, and being driven by Your Highness forever, forever..."

Yan Qing stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked away.

Back in the flower hall, Yan Qing leaned against the pillars, looking at the layers of flowers in front of him, with complicated eyes and surging emotions.

The betrayal from the closest people is the most unforgettable hurt.

If her parents betray her, she can abandon her family affection.

If Xiao Jinghan hurt her, she can let the Xiao family die without a burial.

If Yan Chen wants to deal with her, she can let him roll off the chair.

Having experienced a tragic life and been tempered in purgatory, her heart has long been as hard as iron, but she is indifferent to the death of anyone, killing people with ease.

Only Wen Jin.

Only Wen Jin.

Yan Qing raised a self-deprecating arc at the corner of her lips. This boy who accompanied her for seven years in her darkest life and still maintained a kind heart, spent almost all of her energy at that time.

Killing him means cutting off those seven years of life.

And the betrayal that she had committed before seemed to be a little shaken at this time. Yan Qing raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows.

Since she returned to the imperial city, Wen Jin's attitude has been wrong.

Yan Qing turned her head to look at Wen Jin who was kneeling there. She didn't know if this person had lost his soul again. His face looked particularly pale from a distance, without any blood color.

When he was absent-minded, he was shrouded in a layer of sadness, like a little beast on the verge of despair.

Yan Qing felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Admit it, she just couldn't bear to be cruel to this thing, especially when she always had the scene of him being abused when he was a child in her mind, and the soft side of her heart always dominated her mind.

It seemed that no matter what he did, she could be much more tolerant than she was to others.

Sighing softly, Yan Qing couldn't help rubbing her eyebrows again.

I really owe him this lifetime.