Chapter 82: Your Highness Does Not Keep His Word

Wen Jin was silent for a moment, lowered his head and said, "I know I was wrong."

"Continue." Yan Qing said indifferently, then turned around and walked to the pavilion at the end of the corridor to sit down. "Let me see how many tricks you have."

Wen Jin followed and walked over, her eyes falling on Yan Qing's face. Thinking of the pain that her heart felt like being held by an iron hand these days, she was afraid that she would be late and go somewhere else.

It seemed like all the hard work was worth it now.

Wen Jin relaxed a little bit, lifted up her robe, and knelt down beside Yan. She lowered her head and couldn't see clearly the expression in her eyes: "Your Highness, you don't mean what you say."

Yan Qing's expression only paused, then he smiled mockingly, knowing what he was accusing: "So what?"

"Chen..." Wen Jin's eyes fell on the hem of her crimson skirt, and she looked at it fondly for a while, then slowly lowered her eyes, "Chen will never leave His Highness' side again."

"Can you help me?" Yan Qing sneered, reaching out to lift his chin, "Wen Jin, have you forgotten your identity?"

Wen Jin raised his head and looked directly at the face that was thinking about him day and night.

After three years, I finally saw a little hope, but she just left.

The pain and hesitation in his eyes fleetingly disappeared, and Wen Jin's face quickly returned to a gentle look. Although the face with five fingerprints inevitably looked a little less beautiful, it generally did not affect his demeanor.

"I can no longer control myself." He lowered his eyes slightly and fell on Yan Qing's delicate white hands. "If Your Highness is dissatisfied, you can punish me, imprison me, and make me lose your freedom from now on, but you cannot abandon me."

"Only no?" Yan Qing was pleased by this sentence, "Many people in this life have told me that they are not allowed, no, and cannot, but I just don't want them to get their wish."

Wen Jin looked slightly pale.

"Let's get down to business." Yan Qing let go of him, relaxed her body and leaned against the beauty, "Tell me everything you did after I left, and I will consider whether to throw you into the lake. Feed the fish."

Wen Jin suppressed her emotions: "I also designed to kill two generals in Xiao Chongshan's army."

Yan Qing had no reaction: "What else?"

"The Minister of Hubu is worried about his son, so I asked him to prepare two hundred thousand taels of silver for His Highness to see if he can redeem his son." Wen Jin lowered his eyes, "He promised to find a way."

"What a plan." Yan Qing smiled lightly, "Although the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue has the power of the treasury, it is not easy to come up with two hundred thousand taels of silver."

"He'll find a way."

"If we really take it out, I'm afraid we will have to explain the origin of this money." Yan Qing glanced at him, "Then we can use the handle of the Minister of Housing and Urban-Rural Development to completely control the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development."

Although Wen Jin was originally the immediate boss of the Sixth Department, it was still different to hold his fatal seven inches.

Wen Jin did not deny it and continued: "Xie Yunzhou has led 50,000 troops and will be stationed at the foot of Jingyun Mountain. He will use the time during the counter-rebellion to train the troops."

After a moment of pause, he said: "Although the counter-insurgency story is false, Xie Yunzhou has a way to make fifty thousand soldiers obey. In time, these carefully trained soldiers and horses will become His Highness's army."

After the words fell, Yan Qing kicked him over.

Wen Jin didn't resist and was kicked to the ground. He quickly got up and knelt down again. He lowered his eyebrows and admitted his mistake: "I made my own decision, please punish me."

"Do you like letting me punish you so much?"

Wen Jin lowered his head: "Yes, I like it."

"Is it cheap?"

"cheap."

Yan Qing raised her hand and slapped him. There was a crisp sound, and red marks appeared on Wen Ya's pale face again.

"I have provided you with good food, drink, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so I have brought you up like this. It would be better for you to spare no effort to make yourself worse." Yan Qing smiled coldly, "In this case, I will simply get angry. With a kind heart, sending you to Goulan to pick up guests may satisfy your desire to be humble."

Wen Jin turned pale and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

He is not willing to humble himself, he just wants to atone for his sins.

If he had a choice, he would rather no longer be this powerful minister and let her be imprisoned by his side for the rest of his life, beating and scolding her at will.

However, in those years, he learned poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting; he learned martial arts, strategy, and playing with power; he learned a gentle smile and calm demeanor, but he never learned how to make her happy.

He envied Ji Weiyu that he could say whatever he wanted, envied that he could express his demands without restraint, and was even more jealous that he could make any unreasonable demands on His Highness without any restraint.

Wen Jin didn't dare to say what Ji Weiyu dared to say.

Wen Jin didn't dare to do what Ji Weiyu dared to do.

Because he needs to maintain the demeanor of a gentle young master at all times, and everything he says and does must be in line with this status - even if his emotions are tumbling in his heart, even if his thoughts are overflowing, he cannot lose his composure.

Wen Jin didn't want to go on like this because he had already experienced a painful lesson.

"Mute?"

Wen Jin pulled away from her thoughts and pursed her lips slightly: "Your Highness, please."

Yan Qing looked at him coldly for a moment: "Say."

"I am jealous of Ji Weiyu, jealous of Langya, jealous of Suzaku King Luming, jealous of any man who appears next to His Highness." Wen Jin lowered his eyebrows and said, her voice was so calm that it was almost dead, "Even Xiao Jinghan is jealous, so jealous that he wants to piece him together Chop it into pieces.”

Yan Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at him without saying a word.

"I am not worthy of Your Highness, so I shouldn't have any wrong thoughts, but I..." Wen Jin tried her best to suppress it, but her dry tone still revealed a bit of uneasiness, "I can't control it."

Yan Qing looked at him quietly with subtle eyes.

Wen Jin's emotional suppression and restraint at this time was not an act, nor was the regret that occasionally showed up.

What is he regretting?

Yan Qing raised the corner of his mouth in a cold arc: "Wen Jin, what do you want?"

"...I want to stay with His Highness." Wen Jin gently squeezed his hand, then released it, and spoke calmly, "His Highness built a prison cage for me and gave me shackles. I thought I became His Highness's Pets should be where their owners are.”

Yan Qing thought about it and actually felt that what he said made sense.

"Your Highness asked me to know my identity. I strictly abide by the propriety that a pet should have, but Your Highness failed to fulfill the responsibilities that a master should have." Wen Jin said, with a hint of grievance in his tone unconsciously, " His Highness abandoned his pet and wanted it to fend for itself? "

Yan Qing narrowed her eyes.

"His Highness asked me to be good, and said that as long as I can be a pet, I will love you." Wen Jin lowered his head lightly, his face pale and his voice lonely, "I thought Your Highness would keep his word..."

Yan Qing held her chin with one hand and looked at him casually, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Putting aside the grudges in the past and present life, Wen Jin was right.

It is true that she asked him to be good, but she left without saying goodbye.

Therefore, she said casually: "How to be a pet is what you have to think about. You should not judge the behavior of this owner."