Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 302 Mr. Yan’s name is Yan Hai
Wen Qian took Young Master Yan into the study, and immediately a palace attendant brought him the finest Longjing tea.

Wen Qian saw that the leading palace attendant was actually Chu Qin, whom she had not seen for a long time. After a flash of surprise in her eyes, she regained her composure and said, "Close the door when you go out!"

"Yes." Chu Qin bowed respectfully, glanced at the man in red with the flame mask as he exited the door, and closed the study door as instructed.

After Wen Qian entered the house, she began to look at Mr. Yan in the study. After seeing the palace attendant serving tea, she pretended to admire the furnishings in the house and automatically stayed away from the dangerous distance of three feet from others who accidentally entered his range.

This Mr. Yan has the purest and kindest heart!
Wen Qian pointed to the empty chair opposite the table: "Sit!"

"Okay." Mr. Yan nodded and sat down.

Wen Qian looked at the quiet Mr. Yan and smelled a feeling of loneliness in him.

"call!"

Seeing Wen Qian staring at him, Young Master Yan took a deep breath and said slowly: "I know that you have no memory of the past, and I also know that this is because your soul has not fully returned to the body.

Your mother once asked the ancestor of the Changxian Sect in the transformation stage to check you. As long as your soul can return to its place safely, it will definitely return to normal!
And your mother looked at you day after day, month after month, and looked foolish and foolish year after year. When you were eight years old, she heard from people in the spiritual world that there was a legendary ninth-grade soul-inducing grass in the secret realm of a hidden sect. , ignored everyone's obstruction, insisted on going, and was finally trapped in the secret realm.

It wasn't until half a year ago that the soul lamp your mother left in the Changxian Sect was completely extinguished! "

"Oh?" Wen Qian looked at Young Master Yan curiously, never expecting that he would talk about his mother Wen Lingyue.

Mr. Yan had a look of reminiscence on his face and sighed slightly: "Your mother Wen Lingyue is a genius in the world of cultivation. Her every move attracts the attention of some people, so the news of her death is not a secret, but where did she go? The secret realm of Shi Zongmen is trapped, but no one knows about it! Or maybe someone knows about it and just blocked all the news."

"Thank you Mr. Yan for informing me." Wen Qian looked at Mr. Yan gratefully.

"No need to thank me, after all, if it weren't for your mother, I might have died!" Mr. Yan shook his head, with a slight smile on his face.

Wen Qian smiled slightly and listened quietly.

"As for me, you certainly don't remember. You were seven when we met and I was nine!

I remember you, but you can't remember me!

At that time, you liked me the most. Whatever I took a bite of, you insisted on getting it into your mouth. Even if I took a sip of water, you would ask me to spit it out for you to drink. If I refused, you would I can cry all day and all night.

Later, you asked me to take a bite of anything before you would eat it!

Later, I don’t know who you heard, but if you eat what I have eaten, I will not be able to marry anyone else, and I will be disliked and beaten by others.

So you clamored for me to be your husband. I explained it to you, but you didn’t understand. You even went to Aunt Wen to make the decision and asked her to agree to marry me as your husband. But Aunt Wen said that you have a husband, so I just You were still unwilling to be your husband and cried for a long time. In order to appease you, I said that I could be your husband!
Who would have thought that Aunt Wen took it seriously and decided on the marriage that day, and even burned incense and told your father..." Mr. Yan's eyes were filled with happiness, and there was indescribable sweetness in his clear voice.

After Mr. Yan finished speaking, he realized that his words had gone far away. He immediately came back to his senses and looked at Wen Qian, silent for a while.

"Why don't you say anything?" Wen Qianzheng listened with interest, and at the same time, he imagined those innocent scenes based on Mr. Yan's words.

"Wen Qian, you must not understand my 'evil sect'. After my mother decided to marry you and me, within half a year, someone said that there was a ninth-grade soul-inducing grass in the secret realm of the hidden sect. In the end, your mother accompanied you After his eighth birthday, he went to the secret realm of the hidden sect to look for the soul-inducing grass.

And Aunt Wen was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get enough spiritual energy to practice in the mortal world, so she sent me to Wanhua City near the Changxian Sect to settle down.

At that time, I naively thought that you and Aunt Wen would not be harmed by my evil ways, but would bring you good luck.In the end, Aunt Wen left and never came back. I was the one who harmed Aunt Wen and made you lose your mother. I don’t want to harm you anymore, so let’s cancel this engagement! "

After Mr. Yan finished speaking, he bit his lip.

After hearing this, Wen Qian frowned, picked up the cold Longjing tea on the table, and took a sip. It was bitter and astringent.

This Chu Qin did it on purpose!
I know I don’t drink bitter tea.

The key is that the tea has cooled down, and the bitter taste is even stronger.

Is the loneliness in Master Yan just like this cup of cold tea, making his heart feel bitter and astringent?
When Young Master Yan saw Wen Qian frowning and saying nothing, his heart ached, and he said coldly: "Wen Qian, please give me a letter of divorce, and we will be farewell to each other from now on!"

Wen Qian raised her eyes, stared at Young Master Yan, and smiled slightly: "I don't know yet, what is your name?"

"Uh!" Mr. Yan looked stunned and said solemnly: "My name is Yan Hai! You write it!"

Wen Qian blinked innocently and said blankly: "I don't know which words they are, why don't you dip your fingers in tea and write them on the table for me to see?"

Mr. Yan stared at Wen Qian for a while with his eyes widened, not quite believing her words: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, you also know that I have only returned to normal for half a year, and I have not finished learning a lot of knowledge. I am afraid that I will make a mistake and have to rewrite it again!" Wen Qian nodded matter-of-factly.

But what I was thinking was: You just said in the Royal Garden whether to break off the engagement or not. I had the final say. Now you are making your own decision. It’s not good to go back on your word, so I’ll just scare you!
Mr. Yan didn't know what Wen Qian was thinking, so he put his index finger into the tea cup depressed and sad, and then used his water-filled fingers to write his name, "Yan Hai", one stroke at a time on the table.

"Can you see clearly?" Mr. Yan looked at Wen Qian who was within easy reach, tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried his best to raise his head to prevent himself from crying.

"Hold on."

After Wen Qian nodded, he stood up and walked to the desk above. He took out a bright yellow paperweight from the drawer, took out the wolf pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing seriously.

After writing it, I saw that the ink on it was still a little wet, so I baked it on a candle lamp.

Then, Wen Qian took out the official seal representing her identity as the Crown Princess and stamped it on the lower right corner.

When Young Master Yan saw Wen Qian writing the letter of divorce, he actually used a whole top-quality paperweight, which was the paperweight used to write the imperial edict, and it was also stamped with the seal that symbolized the status of the Crown Princess.

Isn't this... too humiliating?
"Here! What you want." Wen Qian walked up to Mr. Yan and handed him the paperweight.

"Farewell!" Mr. Yan was very angry. Wen Qian, who had been so gentle just now, wrote such a humiliating letter of divorce, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.

He took the paperweight without looking at it, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, don't you look at my divorce letter to see if there are any typos?"

Wen Qian looked at the gentle and virtuous Mr. Yan, who sometimes lost his temper, and the trace of depression in her heart because he decided to break off the engagement was instantly wiped away.

He hurriedly stopped in front of him and said righteously: "Even if you don't care about the typos in the divorce letter, you still need to sign the divorce letter to take effect. If you don't sign, wouldn't my divorce letter be in vain? Already?"

(End of this chapter)