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

At any time, he was a gentle and powerful official who was calm and measured.

However, at this moment, looking at Wen Jin who had lost all his grace, Yan Qing suddenly realized that perhaps in her previous life, what she thought was good for him was not what he thought.

Wen Jin took a deep breath, forced back the bitterness in his eyes, and his tone became more lonely: "Your Highness hopes that I will be obedient. I have always followed your words, been graceful and smiling."

"Your Highness doesn't want to interact with me too frequently. I restrain myself and dare not take the initiative to see Your Highness, even if... even if I miss it so much that my heart aches, I will bear it desperately."

"They said that Xiao Jinghan and Your Highness are a loving couple. I believe it and feel very uncomfortable, but I dare not let others see it. I also smile and agree, blessing Your Highness and the Prince Consort..."

Wen Jin pursed his lips, his side face was white, and his voice was involuntarily tinged with a few tremors "Your Highness lives in seclusion and only appears once or twice a year. I can only see Your Highness on those one or two occasions, although we can't even say a few words each time we meet... I am content, I tell myself that I should be content."

"Your Highness sent me peach blossom wine, but I have never been willing to drink it. I made a lot of it myself... I often get drunk, and I dare not let anyone know, let alone Your Highness, for fear that Your Highness will be disappointed..."

"But I can't sleep every day... I can't sleep every day..."

For three years, he stayed alone in the imperial city and suffered. He finally waited for her to return to the imperial city. He thought he had survived hope.

But what he survived was her marriage to Xiao Jinghan.

In the long seven years that followed, on countless cold nights, he stood in front of the window or on the roof, staring blankly in the direction of the Princess's Mansion, but he could no longer touch her bedroom, and he didn't even have the opportunity to get a little closer to her.

Yan Qing leaned on the couch in silence, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes complex.

Wen Jin's eyes were red, and he seemed like a lonely and sad wolf, trapped in a silent nightmare.

Yan Qing didn't speak, the study was quiet, and the air was shrouded in sadness.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Jin came back to his senses, his face was still pale, and his voice was calm and almost dead: "In the spring of the 27th year of Chonghe, I learned that the princess was unwell, and I was worried and anxious. I sent someone to inquire about the situation, and then I learned that the princess was pregnant..."

Yan Qing frowned, pregnant?

The spring of the 27th year of Chonghe... not the year she died?

Pregnant, shit, she was already poisoned at that time, and there was no medicine to save her. Yan Chen sent the imperial physician in the palace to treat her, and told her to rest, so how could she be pregnant?

"I..." Wen Jin felt a dull pain in his lungs. Thinking of the stupidity he had done, he couldn't help but feel regretful. "That night, I got drunk again in the mansion... I was unconscious. The imperial edict came from the palace. I was confused and only heard that the emperor summoned Xiao Jinghan and the palace to the palace. I went..."

I didn't expect that there was a conspiracy against her.

All the civil and military officials of Dayong knew that the young chief minister was gentle and calm, thoughtful, and good at dancing with long sleeves. He was the emperor's most trusted right-hand man.

He had always planned everything in the court. The only stupid thing he did in his life was to play the trick of the king who always trusted him, and became their chess piece to take away her military power and kill her.

He had been in the court for ten years and he had never made any mistakes.

Only that time.

Only that time... became his lifelong regret.

The imperial palace had been set up with a net of heaven and earth. If he had not been drunk, he would have noticed something unusual, but...

Yan Chen's caring face was still in front of him: "Wen Qing has drunk?"

Wen Jin tried his best to maintain his demeanor: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am fine."

But his mind was no longer clear, and he did not see the calculating expression on the emperor's face: "The eldest princess has been unwell recently. I have invited them to the palace to ask about it and give them some tonic herbs. Wen Qing will come with me. Go and see?"

The princess... feels unwell...

Wen Jin maintained the last bit of clarity in his chaotic thoughts, "Princess?"

"The doctor said the princess is pregnant, I am happy, and I am considering what title to give the child." Walking into the imperial palace, a cup of hangover tea was handed to him, "Wen Qing, have a cup of tea to sober up, the princess is about to give birth."

Princess, pregnancy, child, title...

Wen Jin's mind involuntarily appeared the image of a woman with a big belly and a happy face.

That's his palace.

The overwhelming pain came, Wen Jin couldn't hear or see anything, in a daze, the scene of the two people getting along in Suzaku City flashed in his mind again and again.

Palace.

I don't want to stay here anymore, can you go back to Suzaku City?

I'm so tired and in pain.

The burning heat in his body made Wen Jin bend over painfully, curling up into a ball, his mind gradually becoming blurred, but the young emperor's malicious voice faintly rang in his ears: "Yan Qing, he's been poisoned."

What, what?

Wen Jin tried to open his eyes, who... who was poisoned?

The emperor sat on the chair, looking at the woman who walked up to the hall step by step, with a look of victory on his face: "Hand over the Qilin Guard Talisman, and I can spare his life."

"You like him, right? Haha, the married princess' eyes every time she looks at the prime minister...tsk tsk, you can't deceive people."

"What do you want?" The pale Yan Qing had already run out of time, and his body was extremely weak, "If this palace is powerless, will the emperor still be afraid?"

Yan Chen sneered: "Whether you are afraid or not, you will die. The military power of the Qilin Guard should not be left in your hands."

Wen Jin's body began to feel cold. Only at this moment did his muddled mind finally wake up a little. Is this a conspiracy against the palace?

No.

He wanted to speak, but the heat that covered one layer after another soon devoured his reason. Wen Jin vaguely heard the sound of swords being unsheathed, the sound of arrows being strung, and the cold voice of the palace: "Let him go, I hand over the military token."

No, no...

Swoosh!

A sharp voice suddenly sounded, as if the world was quiet.

Wen Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he watched the scene that made him heartbroken. His heart fell into an ice cellar. He stumbled and broke free from the grip of the Imperial Guards, and stumbled towards her.

Palace, palace.

Your Highness!

Heart-wrenching pain swept over, Wen Jin's eyes went dark, blood spurted out, staggered and fell in front of Yan Qing, and tremblingly held her in his arms.

Your Highness...

The ten years of suffering ended here, everything was declared over.

The warm body gradually cooled in his arms, and Wen Jin was shocked to realize how weak she was, how thin she was, and how haggard her face was... The so-called love between husband and wife, the so-called pregnancy were all fake, all fake.

"My dear Wen." Yan Chen walked away from the dragon chair, walked to Wen Jin, and said very gently, "This time you have made a great achievement, I plan to reward you well-"

With a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, Wen Jin pulled out the knife in the hand of the nearest imperial guard, and fiercely, at lightning speed, stabbed it into Yan Chen's heart.

A panicked scream rang out: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"It's terrible! Lord Wen killed the king!"

"Ah! Come quickly! Come quickly, Lord Prime Minister killed the king!"

The army was in chaos, and arrows were flying all over the sky.

The sky was dark.

Surrounded by severe pain, Wen Jin slowly curled up beside Yan Qing, tremblingly stretched out his hand, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

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