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

"Wen Jin, what are you doing?! If you dare to do anything to me, His Highness will let you go!" Ji Weiyu was freed and couldn't help but curse angrily, "You dare to do something to me -"

Without saying a word, a sudden chill went down his neck.

Ji Weiyu's voice broke suddenly.

He lowered his eyes stiffly, and without any surprise saw a dagger with a cold light. At this time, the dagger was tightly pressed against his fragile neck, and it seemed that with just a little effort, his head would move immediately.

"Tell me the truth." Wen Jin's voice sounded like someone had rolled in an ice cellar, and every word was filled with chill. "Where did your highness's injuries come from?"

"If I told you, would you really dare to kill me?" Ji Weiyu was pressed against the wall, her eyes slightly raised, and she smiled sarcastically, "You try to kill me? Don't forget His Highness said, you dare to kill me , I will stay in Prince Feng’s Mansion for the rest of my life to take my place as the Son of God and pray for the royal family of Chu State.”

Wen Jin's voice was calm: "I don't mind massacring all the Chu royal family."

"I'm afraid my tongue will flash when I talk big!" Ji Weiyu's eyes were sinister, "You can do it now, but when His Highness comes over later, you won't have a chance."

Wen Jin held the dagger slightly tightly, and her voice was bone-piercingly cold: "I will kill you, but I will cripple one of your hands. This should influence you to pray for the royal family."

As soon as he finished speaking, he changed his hand and pressed it on 놛놅's neck as fast as lightning. The dagger was instantly removed from his neck, and then a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

Ji Weiyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and she almost yelled with all her strength: "Wen Jin, how dare you?!"

The cold light stopped, only an inch away from Ji Weiyu's wrist.

Wen Jin's dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, so cold that there was no warmth at all: "Last chance."

"Wen Jin, you are such a lunatic!" Ji Weiyu's face turned pale and she gritted her teeth and said, "Your Highness will definitely fall in love with a lunatic. Let me tell you -"

A violent look flashed in Wen Jin's eyes, and she raised her hand to kill him. However, at this moment, Yan Qing's voice sounded outside: "Are you two doing obeisance inside?"

The air suddenly became stagnant.

Wen Jin froze, glanced at Ji Weiyu calmly, and let go of his grip on 놛놅.

The next moment, Ji Weiyu watched with his own eyes as the murderous aura on his face subsided. The dagger was sheathed as quickly as possible and then stuffed into his sleeve.

Wen Jin lowered his head and straightened the sleeves of his robe. Without even looking at Ji Weiyu, he turned around and opened the door.

That posture, that demeanor, calm, dignified and elegant, it would be a pity to praise a humble gentleman.

Ji Weiyu stared coldly at 놛놅's back and sneered. Then 놊 knew what he was thinking of. He looked down at his right wrist and touched it with lingering fear.

I almost didn't save it, this madman.

"Your Highness." Wen Jin lowered his head slightly and said in a courteous and gentle voice, "Phoenix King is willing to lend me his qin. I can go out and buy one myself."

Ji Weiyu raised his head and stared at 놛: "My surname is Wen 놅, do you want 놊 to lose face? When did I say that 놊 was borrowed?"

Wen Jin was silent.

Yan Qing walked into the hall, turned around and took a quick look around, but saw no tables and chairs falling to the ground, no vases or jade items being thrown, not even a trace of fighting.

"Your Highness has seen it." Ji Weiyu's expression was worried, and her tone was obviously accusatory, "If Your Highness were a step too late, I, the Son of God, would have saved my life, and Wen Jin wanted to destroy my life."

Yan Qing turned to look at Wen Jin: "Is it true?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes: "I was just trying to scare you. I didn't expect you to be so timid."

"Are you trying to scare me?" Ji Weiyu sneered, "You hate me enough to kill me!"

Wen Jin said indifferently: "You can fight back."

"You!" Ji Weiyu was angry, "Don't think that I am really your opponent."

Yan Qing ignored 놛놅 and said angrily: "What's the reason?"

Wen Jin's expression changed slightly, and his eyes fell on her arms consciously, wanting to know what kind of secrets were hidden under the clothes.

Has she been injured?

What did Ji Weiyu mean by those words? What has she experienced? Why does it hurt?

How many things do you know?

"Ji Chengyin is gone?" Yan Qing turned to look at Ji Weiyu.

"Um."

"How do you say 놛?"

"놛 wants me to help the Queen Mother do a divination to see if the evil spirits are invading." Ji Weiyu sneered, "Actually, 놆 wants to test the Queen Mother and see if the evil spirits are really invading."

I want to compete for the throne, but I am worried that the Queen Mother's power will be dead. Without any courage and courage, what qualifications do I have to compete for the throne?

Do you really think that by occupying the title of the legitimate son of a queen, you can legitimately take the position?

Yan Qing just asked casually, interested in Chu's fight for the throne, "It's getting early, prepare dinner."

"Your Highness." Ji Weiyu said aggrievedly, "It was Wen Jin who wanted to kill me, so let's just forget about it?"

Yan Qing's eyes were subtle: "The Fengwang Mansion is your territory, right?"

Ji Weiyu nodded: "Yes."

"In broad daylight, you were killed on your own territory. Who is it to be shamed by the news?" Yan Qing twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, with a clear sense of mockery, "The Queen Mother secretly did not kill you, which is enough to prove that you were killed. Very hard."

Ji Weiyu: "..." Your Highness is so obviously partial?

놊.

Must be 놊놆.

Ji Weiyu silently reflected on himself, the Fengwang Mansion's territory, and all the people in the royal palace's bodyguards. If he was killed by an outsider on his own territory, he would indeed be dead.

Your Highness must mean this.

Ji Weiyu felt better and said to Yan Qing: "Your Highness, please sit down for a while. I will have someone prepare dinner."