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

Wen Jin hasn't woken up yet.

Langya sat at least ten feet away from the bed, leisurely fiddling with a few pieces of jewelry in his hand.

Yes, women's jewelry.

Earrings, necklaces, bracelets... But these are not ordinary jewelry, they have been transformed by mechanical hands, and some exquisite small mechanisms have been designed to hide poison.

He expected Wen Jin to sleep for at least two days, but he didn't expect that Wen Jin didn't wake up, but seemed to have suddenly fallen into a nightmare, with cold sweat on his forehead and an incomprehensible sound in his throat - like the roar of a beast.

Langya was not interested in his affairs, sitting still, pretending not to hear.

People used to say that knowing too many secrets is not good, and it is easy to die early, so he generally doesn't get curious about anyone's secrets unless this person has a close relationship with him.

With his flexible fingers clasping the hidden buttons on the jewelry that were too small to be seen by the naked eye, Langya turned his head inadvertently and saw Ji Weiyu and Yan Qing walking side by side. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he came back alive.

After tidying up the things on the table, Langya stood up and washed his hands in the basin on the side. After drying them, he turned around and walked out.

Yan Qing just stepped over the threshold.

"Your Highness is back early." Langya was a little surprised, "Have you settled everything?"

"With this god here, everything will go smoothly." Ji Weiyu raised his eyebrows, his tone was particularly confident, "Is the one on the bed still awake?"

Yan Qing walked into the inner hall without saying a word.

Wen Jin was in a nightmare.

Yan Qing stared at Wen Jin on the bed silently. Although he didn't make any obvious mumbling, he looked like he was in a nightmare. His face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He clenched the mattress with both hands, as if he was grasping a life-saving straw.

"What's wrong with him?" Ji Weiyu followed him in and saw this scene, and couldn't help frowning, "Isn't it that he dreamed of being abandoned by His Highness?"

Yan Qing ignored him, "Langya, how long will he sleep?"

"It depends on what His Highness wants." Langya said, "If His Highness wants him to wake up now--"

Before he finished speaking, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thick black fog that could not be dissolved, which was so cold that it was frightening.

Langya shut up silently.

Ji Weiyu frowned and stared at this person unhappily. What are you doing waking up so early? Just keep sleeping, it's better to sleep for three days and three nights until the sky is dark.

Ji Weiyu felt dissatisfied, and the good mood that had just solved the palace affairs disappeared in an instant.

"You two go out first." Yan Qing said, his voice was indifferent and calm.

Langya nodded, turned around and walked out.

Ji Weiyu was unwilling and wanted to stay to see what kind of person Wen Jin was, but since His Highness had spoken, he couldn't stay forcefully. After hesitating for a moment, he followed him out.

Hearing Yan Qing's voice, Wen Jin, who was lying on the bed, seemed to have come back to his senses. His eyes stagnated slightly, and then he blinked gently, and the dark and cold color in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

He turned his head slowly and looked at the face that was close at hand.

After waking up from a sleep, his face looked much better than last night. The shadow under his eyes was a little lighter, and his complexion was much better.

Although his condition was not as good as before, at least it didn't look as bad as last night.

When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to lie here forever?"

Wen Jin was slightly startled, and slowly sat up from the bed. The empty space in his heart was finally filled. He looked at Yan Qing's face, as if he couldn't see enough: "Your Highness."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his clear and pleasant voice had become hoarse. Wen Jin frowned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

What to say?

Ask her why she didn't say goodbye?

It's her freedom to go wherever Yan Qing wants. Does she need to tell him?

No need.

Wen Jin's heart tightened, and he realized that he seemed to be dispensable in her heart. Suddenly, he couldn't say anything.

"I seem to have said something to you before I left." Yan Qing's eyes fell on the top of his head, "You ignored it?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips: "Your Highness, are you going to punish me?"

Yan Qing: "..."

"Your Highness, punish me." Wen Jin bowed his head and said, "I am willing to be punished."

Yan Qing turned around, slowly walked to the side and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, "Go look in the mirror."

Wen Jin was startled again, got up from the bed silently, and walked to the bronze mirror with a slow step.

After seven days of sleepless travel, I didn't feel thirsty or tired. Now I woke up and felt my body was light and my legs were sore, heavier than a head tied to my head.

Is the person in the mirror me?

Wen Jin looked at the man in the bronze mirror, his eyes slightly stunned, the only blood color on his face slowly faded, so embarrassed, so haggard, his mouth was dry and flaky, his face was rough and dusty... like a refugee fleeing from famine, how could he look like Duke Wen Ya at all?

... Your Highness would probably despise him.

Wen Jin stood there for a long while, his face pale and dull, as if he had suddenly lost hope.

Appearance needs money to build up.

The elegant and refined Duke Jinxiu in the eyes of the world was raised in Suzaku City. His martial arts that could kill people invisibly were taught in Suzaku City. His gentle smile, calm demeanor, his knowledge of poetry and books, and even his unfathomable scheming in the court were all taught from Suzaku City.

Suddenly, he felt that he was nothing.

If His Highness had not rescued him, washed away his filth, provided him with fine clothes and delicious food, and nurtured him with poetry and songs, how could he be the brilliant Wen Gong now?

Perhaps he would still be tied up like a dog, struggling to survive, extremely humble, or perhaps he would have died or gone mad, and was hastily buried.

No one in this world would remember him.

His Highness is still His Highness.

His Highness is beautiful and noble, and people feel it is blasphemous to even look at her.

The only remaining rationality of Wen Jin at this time can be used to see the gap between him and His Highness.

This makes him feel desperate.

There was no movement in the palace for a long time. Yan Qing looked up at the motionless figure standing in front of the mirror, frowning slightly: "Is the person in the mirror so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away?"