Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Chu Yan had very few regrets in the past twenty-one years, and the few regrets he had were all related to Jiang Qing.

For example, he regretted that on the day he was shot by an arrow, he closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious in order to test Jiang Qing, but he heard her say "Ah Yan" which made his heart feel hot and sour.

For example, he regretted agreeing to cooperate with Jiang Qing, but changed his mind and wanted to take her back to the imperial city to lock her up and hide her, and finally let her fall into Chu Rong's hands.

He rushed back to the imperial city at full speed and then secretly brought Jiang Qing into the palace.

Jiang Qing was in a coma all day, and Chu Yan invited several imperial doctors to see him, but they said that his skills were so strange and sophisticated that they could not be cured by orthodox medical skills.

Chu Yan had no choice but to send people to capture the doctor who had given acupuncture to Jiang Qing.

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Every day when Jiang Qing woke up, he could only see Chu Yan. The ice and snow on his body melted away, leaving behind the warmth of rejuvenation.

"Where's Chunlan?"

Jiang Qing pushed the medicine in front of him and didn't want to drink it.

"He was taken away by your secret guards."

"The Regent is staying with me every day now. Aren't you afraid that General Chu will break into the palace one day and kill you on the spot?"

Princess Changning is dead, and she no longer calls herself "this palace".

"Princess, you'd better drink the medicine."

Chu Yan no longer gets angry with Jiang Qing because of her sarcasm.

Seeing Jiang Qing suffering from the pain, his heart ached like a knife.

This medicine only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. It can only make Jiang Qing feel better and sleep less.

She held her breath and drank the bowl of black anesthetic, and only when she frowned did she look like a seventeen-year-old.

"Regent."

"Ok?"

"General Chu has the military power in his hands. He is now defending the border with great success and will return to the court soon."

"What would you do if he competes with you for the throne?"

"I have never thought of becoming an emperor."

"But you have power comparable to that of an emperor."

Chu Yan lowered her beautiful peach blossom eyes and looked at the bowl of medicine that had been drunk clean.

"If he wants it, just give it to him."

Chu Yan finally took off his disguise in front of Jiang Qing, revealing a wicked and arrogant smile.

"As long as he can lift it and hold it steady."

"I'll give it to him."

His cold, calloused hand touched Jiang Qing's wrist.

"And what I wanted, I already got."

Even though Chu Yan's hands were cold, Jiang Qing felt like he was almost burned.

She sat there without moving or responding, and the light that had originally flowed in Chu Yan's eyes dimmed again.

It's okay, Jiang Qing is just sick.

He tried to hold back again and again, but still couldn't help but hold Jiang Qing's hand tightly. He sat down on the bed and hugged Jiang Qing in his arms.

His lips were close to her ear, and he murmured, "Changning, now that your identity as a princess of the previous dynasty is dead, and I have taken you back to the palace and locked you up, tell me, can you only be mine?"

Jiang Qing came to his senses and realized that Chu Yan had gone astray again.

"Ah Yan."

She was calling him very seriously, but she didn't know that Chu Yan's face suddenly changed when he heard the name.

His teeth finally bit Jiang Qing's lips, and each word came out of his mouth.

"Don't call me that."

Jiang Qing was a little confused, and before he could react, his breath was taken away.

She wanted to resist, but her head felt heavy, as if there was paste in it.

His hands weakly grasped Chu Yan's clothes, making them messy.

"I really want to kill Chu Rong."

Jiang Qing then pulled him hard, "Don't."

Chu Yan looked down at Jiang Qing with red eyes, and his big hand clamped around her neck again.

"You don't want him to die?"

Jiang Qing's eyes shifted aside. She had never thought that Chu Rong was the son of destiny in this world.

The timeline she came to can be said to be a summary of the situation before the Son of Destiny appeared. That is why Chu Yan had a golden light on his body that was comparable to that of the Son of Destiny.

He would do those unkind and unjust things for Chu Rong, and then be pulled down from the court by him, while Chu Rong would eventually take power and become a king, a legitimate and wise ruler.

Jiang Qing pursed her lips, "He can't die."

"Do you care about him?"

"Changning...Jiang Qing, you care about him."

Chu Yan subconsciously used some force, then suddenly loosened his hands.

He seldom called Jiang Qing's name, and when he did, his words were always pronounced stiffly.

Jiang Qing couldn't explain it to him, and didn't know what to say, so he could only say "no" dryly.

Chu Yan fell into that crazy state again, pressing his forehead against Jiang Qing's, laughing unconsciously.

"I won't ask anymore, Jiang Qing, you should also care about me, okay?"

Care about him, have pity on him, and give him some love.

Jiang Qing put her hand on his hand that was holding her neck, a little confused, but still answered seriously.

"I've been here, Chu Yan, what's wrong with you?"

She intuitively felt that Chu Yan's condition was a little strange. She could see clues of it on the flat slope in the middle of the cliff that day, but she had no way of finding it.

Chu Yan didn't answer, but kissed her lips tremblingly again.

No one taught him to love.

But he was sure that he loved Jiang Qing.

If Jiang Qing doesn't give it to him, he will ask for it himself.

He had killed many people, including her blood relatives, and his sins were grave.

But Jiang Qing himself said that he no longer owed her his life, didn't he?

The deep blood feud that stood between them, no matter whether Jiang Qing was lying to him or was sincere.

He took it all seriously.

"Jiang Qing...Jiang Qing..."

He murmured Jiang Qing's name and kissed her until she was dizzy and breathing heavily.

It was not until she fell ill and fainted that Chu Yan let her go and put her back on the bed.

Chu Yan exhaled lightly, and in an instant returned to his cold and indifferent look as if a storm was about to come. He stood up and left Jiang Qing's inner room.

He hid Jiang Qing in Qianlong Palace.

"Met the Regent."

It’s Dushan.

"Release Lin Shao."

"Yes."

That day, Jiang Qing was killed by Chu Yan in the presence of Lin Shao and the left and right prime ministers. The next day, after Chu Yan left the court, he ordered the arrest of Lin Shao based on the evidence he had collected.

But he didn't move.

Although Lin Shao was indeed conservative and pro-monarchist, he did not make any big mistakes.

But in order to intimidate the government and the public, he still put him in jail.

"Is Chu Rong's leg broken?"

"Reporting to the Regent, the doctor General Chu brought back from the border is very skilled and has contained our poison."

"He can still stand up?"

Du Shan lowered his head even lower.

"Probably yes."

Chu Yan pinched his eyebrows tiredly, asked no more questions, and waved his hand to let Du Shan leave.

He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, covered his mouth with it and coughed muffledly.

A trace of black blood remained on the handkerchief.

Compared to the gift he gave in return, the poison Chu Rong gave him was even more powerful.

He recalled that when he was a child, he hid under the window outside the lecture hall and eavesdropped on the teacher's lectures.

Because he was too serious, he didn't pay attention to hiding and was discovered by those playboys and royal family members.

They took advantage of the time when the teacher went back to his room to rest and caught him and tortured him severely.

He remembered that at that time, a prince was holding a pen and said with a sly smile: "Since you like to peek so much, then don't peek anymore!"

The thin pen was stabbing straight at his eyeballs, but he was restrained by others and had no power to struggle.

It was at this moment that Chu Rong reached out to block the pen for him.

“Don’t overdo things.”

No matter whether Chu Rong did it for the Chu family's reputation or simply wanted to help Chu Yan, he was grateful at that moment.

So if Chu Rong wants this world and this throne, he can give it to him.

Just consider it as repaying his kindness back then.

On the day of the palace coup, Chu Yan took his sword and pierced the left eye of the prince.

The sharp blade pierced through the brain, and the front half of the sword was stained with bright blood and sporadic brain particles, and then flowed into the blood groove.

The creepy drops of blood flowed into the blood trough, adding more evil spirit.

"Since you like poking other people's eyes so much, let me let you try it too."

"Does it hurt?"

The prince whose head was stabbed was still alive at that moment, and his eyes were full of fear and terror.

The next sword pierced the right eye.

The prince's body finally went completely limp.

"Does it hurt?"

The Yama-like voice sounded again.

Chu Yan’s boots stepped on the man’s head.

"What a pity, you can't see or talk anymore."

At that moment he thought of Chu Rong sincerely, wondering if his elder brother would regret saving him that year?

Memories receded like the tide. Chu Rong's mentality changed after Chu Weifeng was turned into a human pig by him. He only wanted to kill Chu Yan to avenge his father.

The hidden guard suddenly appeared beside him, knelt on one knee and reported: "Meet the Regent, the doctor has been controlled and will be brought into the palace soon."

Chu Yan stood there with a cold look on his face.

"Bring it in after feeding it poison."

"Yes."