Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

Langya suddenly felt a little tired, and she began to get bored of such days.

In the past ten years or so as the queen, she has not slept well for a single day. When will this life end?

Days like these, where you can see the end and there is no hope at all, make people feel despair for no reason.

"Master, why have you been kneeling for so many days? Is it just to please the Queen?" Chun Chan supported Yan Wan and asked in confusion.

Chunchan felt really distressed after kneeling like this every day for forty-nine days.

"As a concubine, it is my duty to serve the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and the Empress Dowager. Furthermore, the Empress Dowager had a misunderstanding about me before. If this can be resolved, it will only benefit me."

Fu Cha Langya is about to die and will soon become the white moonlight in the emperor's heart.

Yan Wan must make good use of her to leave a good impression on the emperor.

You and I are the same kind of people. We were the closest people to her when she was alive, and we are all her relics.

The more this happens, the more the emperor will miss Langya and the closer he will be to her.

Not only that, what Yan Wan was really afraid of was Princess Hejing who was about to marry into the Khorchin clan.

If she could get the Queen's guidance and become a little bit like her, when He Jing returns from Khorchin, with her help, she will have a better chance of winning.

He Jing, the only child left by his deceased wife, set out to marry into the most powerful Mongolian tribe - Khorchin.

The emperor felt both guilty and fond of her. Apart from the empress dowager, she was the only person around him who could have a say.

Her position in the emperor's heart is unmatched by any other concubine in the palace.

Yanwan curled the corners of her mouth and looked back towards the Buddhist temple.

Langya, please don't let me down.

……

As soon as they returned to Yongshou Palace, Lan Cui hurried in and whispered, "My dear, Eunuch Jinzhong is here."

"Bring him in, and you go down."

Yanwan was sitting on the small kang, holding a hand warmer in her hand. When she heard him coming, she unconsciously reached out to adjust the jasmine flowers in her hair.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but my fingertips felt slightly warm when they touched the flowers.

"This servant pays his respects to the Empress Ling."

Jinzhong strolled in, bowing his head unhurriedly. His voice, deliberately lowered, was unnaturally soft, and for no reason, it felt a little arousing.

His voice is always light and airy, like a feather falling on the heart, it makes me feel itchy and always arouses some lust at night.

Yan Wan felt her heart trembling and her tongue sour. She looked at his jaw and swallowed her saliva.

"It's so late, why are you here?"

It was a turbulent time, and the two had not spoken face to face for a long time. Even in front of the Seventh Prince's coffin, they only exchanged glances.

"Your Majesty, have you just returned from the Queen's?"

Yanwan nodded and handed him her hand warmer.

"Warm yourself up quickly, don't freeze. It's snowing hard outside. Remember to wait until the weather is better before coming back."

Seeing the snowflakes stuck between his eyebrows and eyes, Yan Wan felt extremely distressed.

"I am not cold. As long as my master cares about me, I will be warm no matter what."

Jinzhong took her hand and placed the hand warmer back in her arms. He picked up the small blanket beside her and covered her legs tightly. He half-knelt on the footrest and covered her small hand with the hand warmer.

Yanwan was not feeling well. Even though she had a hand warmer to keep her warm on the way back, her hands were still cold, and her palms were covered in sweat.

The charcoal brazier in the room was burning brightly, and the temperature began to rise gradually with the intimate actions of the two people.

"Your Majesty looks really good today."

Jinzhong looked at Yanwan and noticed the jasmine flowers in her hair, and his smile became even more intense.

Yan Wan just smiled and said nothing, so he reached out and rubbed her legs. Kneeling was fine when you were a slave, but even as a concubine you still had to kneel.

When Jinzhong thought about Yanwan having to kneel in front of the Buddhist temple every day recently, he felt so distressed that he wished he could kneel for her every day.

"Master, this servant..."

"Just do your job well before the Emperor and don't interfere with other matters."

Before Jinzhong could finish his words, Yanwan interrupted him.

"Master Ling?"

He was interrupted just as he was about to come up with a bad idea. Jinzhong felt something was wrong and his voice unconsciously rose as he spoke.

"You don't want a slave anymore?"

Jinzhong vaguely guessed something.

Yan Wan broke free from his hand, helped him straighten the hat string around his neck, and said softly, "It's not that I don't want you, but we need to keep a low profile now. You have to hide well from the emperor so that you can help me in the future. You taught me a lot in my previous life, and I'll show you the results."

As he spoke, the rope of his hat was pulled tight, Jinzhong's throat rolled, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to breathe. The air around him was filled with the intertwined scent of the two of them, lingering and affectionate.

He just felt that something was about to overflow, so he reached out and grabbed Yan Wan's hand. He couldn't help but kiss the back of her hand lightly, then put it on his face.

"Just do it, my Lord. I will always follow you."

Yanwan looked at him and sighed unconsciously in her heart.

The more this happened, the more Yan Wan didn't want Jinzhong to get involved.

In her previous life, she had only considered him an ally, so she had used him without mercy. Now that she considered him her lover, Yan Wan began to involuntarily consider Jin Zhong's situation, and every time she did something, she was thinking about his escape route.

Jinzhong's best way out is to keep his hands clean.

Even if his secret is accidentally exposed in the future and he is doomed, he can at least protect himself and live in peace.

She was trapped in the deep palace and couldn't get out. If one day Jinzhong could go out and see the outside world for her so that she could enjoy her old age, it would be considered as paying off the debt of her previous life and completing the two of them being together.

There is also Chunchan, Lancui, and Wangchan. She has to leave a way out for these people.

In her previous life, she was all about slaughter and paid little attention to the people around her. Now that she has a new life and cares about more people, she has become timid.

Seeing that Yanwan didn't say anything, Jinzhong turned around and sat down, lowered his head and rested it on her knees, closing his eyes and resting for a while.

The master has changed. When she comes back, she is less sharp and more compassionate.

But no matter what, he likes it. No matter what his master becomes, he will always be by his side.

The Yangxin Palace has been very busy with affairs recently, so he took advantage of the time when the emperor was asleep to come here. Now that the palace is as warm as spring, he couldn't help feeling tired.

The emperor has only slept two or three hours a day recently. He has to go back to serve after taking a short rest.

Seeing this, Yan Wan let him do it, moving the hand warmer aside so he could lean back more comfortably. One hand gently patted his shoulder, and with the other hand she picked up the book she had been reading recently and placed it on her lap to read, shielding him from the glare of the candlelight.

The charcoal fire was glowing and the candlelight in the hall was dim, and the two of them sat there quietly.

Yan Wan enjoyed such moments very much, as if the two of them had broken away from their identities and were supporting each other like a real couple, talking to each other in normal times.

Jinzhong leaned against Yanwan's legs and rested his head on her lap. At first, he smelled the fragrance on her body and felt sweet in his heart. Later, he gradually felt sleepy and actually fell asleep with his head resting on her legs.