Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Wanwan's Daily Advancement

Chapter 046 Chunchan, look, the flowers have withered

Darkness engulfed, and Jinzhong approached the bed quietly, his chin slightly raised, his eyes pouring down from above, staring coldly at Yanwan who was sleeping restlessly.

The girl's neck was so delicate and fragile that it seemed like it would break with just the slightest pinch.

There was a flash of murderous intent in his dark eyes. He knelt gently beside the bed, stretched out his hand, and saw her tears rolling down her cheeks and disappearing into her inky hair.

The emotions surging in his chest stagnated for a moment, and a pain exploded uncontrollably in his heart, causing his face to become even more gloomy and grim.

When did he teach her to sacrifice others to protect herself?

Could it be that I was dreaming?

Jinzhong abruptly withdrew his hand, the veins on the back of his thin and slender hand bulged, and his face was gloomy.

In fact, what is the difference between what she gave herself and what she was forced to give? As long as she can keep giving, as long as she can eat it at any time, who dares to say that a forced melon is not sweet?

"Jinzhong..."

Yanwan called out softly.

She looked at him for a while, but he was completely unaware.

The only light in the entire room was moonlight coming in through the window. The moonlight was bright and extremely cold, and Yanwan's heart was equally cold.

It turned out to be not an illusion. He has been becoming more and more surly recently. He comes more often but talks less. The blue under his eyes is getting darker, but the expression on his face is becoming more and more relaxed.

Apart from that incident, she couldn't think of anything else in the world that could make Jinzhong lose his appetite and sleep, but he still had to force himself to stay with her day and night.

She looked at Jinzhong dimly: "What's wrong with you?"

She reached out to touch Jinzhong's neck, but he subconsciously moved away.

Yanwan's hand froze in mid-air, and the two looked at each other. For a moment, no one spoke, but it seemed as if everything had been said.

Yan Wan looked straight into his eyes, supported herself with her arms and raised her body slightly, then lay down and looked at him: "Jin Zhong, what's wrong with you?"

Her soft and beautiful face was full of confusion and her voice was a little helpless.

But Jinzhong looked into her eyes, which were so cold, as if they were filled with poison and were ready to send him to hell at any moment: "My Lord..."

It seemed as if he had lost all his nice words.

But he couldn't say those cruel words that were churning in his heart day and night...

There was a dark glow in his eyes.

Why did she have to say such cruel words today, making him unable to pretend anymore?

Is it because you feel that he deserves to be killed and die, so you have no regrets?

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he whispered, "I will be busy these days, Master..."

Yan Wan's voice trembled slightly: "When did it happen?"

Jinzhong paused, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled a faint and evil smile: "What are you asking, Master? I don't understand."

When Yan Wan saw the look on his face, she knew that he was completely ruined. He really remembered it - she brought people and strangled him to death with her own hands.

Just like every night, she stood outside the scene like a spectator, watching herself, dressed in bright yellow, holding Chunchan, walking gracefully in front of her, with a look of revenge and satisfaction on her face, while he, with his eyes wide open in disbelief, was strangled to death behind her.

His eyes were obviously bloodshot, but they were still full of affection and disbelief. He shouted hoarsely, and his broken voice was full of resentment that he cursed her to die a horrible death.

Nightmare after nightmare.

No matter how she struggled, screamed, or struggled in pain, she could not get into the scene that was so close to her.

Once again, she felt the torrent that she could not resist. When she struggled to grow upward and wildly, and saw the flowers bloom, it would break all her efforts and try to throw her back into the mud.

Yan Wan grabbed Jin Zhong's collar and said, "You don't want me anymore? Since you gave me your true heart, how can you take it back?"

Jinzhong's heart was filled with anger. Looking at her beautiful face with anger, he seemed to see the ruthless woman in his dream who came swaying over, gave an order, and then swayed away.

He said slowly, "I dare not. Your Majesty is not in good health. You should take a good rest. I have been busy recently and I am afraid I can't visit you often."

He pried open Yanwan's fingers little by little, but she was so forceful, as if she was not afraid of hurting her fingers at all.

She tightened her fingers without feeling any pain, clinging to the small piece of his shirt, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Jinzhong, I have walked a very long way alone... You... don't abandon me... and leave me alone again... Okay..."

Her small face, which was the size of a palm, her pointed chin due to being too thin, and her eyes filled with despair, sorrow and panic, made her look like a flower that would wither and die instantly if it lost its love.

Although she was now noble and prosperous, Jinzhong could really see in her the dead silence and madness that only people who had rotted in darkness for a long time could have.

His heart was clenched by something, and a trace of irritation flashed through his eyes. He looked at her and said, "Does your master have to make it known to everyone? Li Yu is always watching me now. If he knew about you and me... I'm afraid he would tell Concubine Xian immediately."

Yan Wan's hands suddenly lost their strength and said, "You, actually used her to threaten me?"

Her eyes were red and tears were streaming down her cheeks, but her face was pale, and even her lips had no color left.

Jinzhong held back the words of persuasion and pleas for mercy that were about to come out of his mouth, stood up with a grim face, turned around, and strode away.

Yan Wan had a mouthful of blood on her chest and called him hoarsely, "Jin Zhong, come back!"

However, he never said a word, and in the blink of an eye he was out the door, without a trace.

Chunchan rushed in: "Master?"

Yan Wan looked at her, opened her hands with trembling fingertips: "Chun Chan, I'm cold."

Will that mysterious power make Chunchan come back and leave her with hatred?

She was cold all over. Although it was already spring, her face was pale and her whole body was shivering.

Chunchan hugged her tightly and felt that her body was cold, not like the body temperature of a living person. She was so scared that her face turned pale:

"My dear, please don't dwell on this. Eunuch Jinzhong will never be angry with you for too long. In two days, no, tomorrow, he will surely calm himself down..."

Yan Wan hugged her waist tightly and swallowed hard with a dry throat: "No, it won't be okay. He will never be okay with me again."

What normal person would like someone who killed him?

Jinzhong is so smart, how could he jump into the same trap and put his neck in his own hands again?

Yan Wan closed her eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Chun Chan, look, the flowers are withered."

The light faded from her beautiful eyes, tears streamed down her face, and she slowly closed her eyes, never to be able to open them again.

"Master? Master!!!"

Chunchan screamed.

Yan Wan tried her best to open her eyes and comfort her, but she fell into complete darkness.

"Lan Cui! Lan Cui! Wang Chan! Wuuwu... Go and call the imperial physician! Master!!!"

A figure rushed in from outside the door, Jinzhong staggered and fell to the side of the bed, looking at the limp and bleeding Yanwan in disbelief, his eyes going dark.

Lan Cui and Wang Chan rushed in in panic, and when they saw the scene in the room, they were so scared that they rolled and crawled out.

Jinzhong shouted sternly, “Come back!”

Chunchan slapped away his outstretched hand: "Eunuch Jinzhong, do you really want the master to die?!"

Lan Cui rushed over and stood in front of the bed: "Don't touch the master!"

Wang Chan bit his back teeth, got up and ran outside.

Jinzhong rushed out with a gloomy face, grabbed Wang Chan's neck and pressed him to the ground: "Are you looking for death? Keep quiet and go find Doctor Li from the Imperial Hospital. Tell him that I ordered him to come and see Miss Lan Cui from Yongshou Palace. Don't alarm anyone!"

Wang Chan lay on the ground without saying a word. He was usually the most afraid of Jinzhong, but now his face was full of ruthlessness: "If I can't kill him, I will do it anyway."