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

The candlelight flickered, and when he suddenly woke up, an hour had passed.

He looked up and what caught his eye was Yanwan's profile as she quietly read a book. She was quiet, gentle, beautiful and charming.

Jinzhong’s mind was full of thoughts: With a wife like this, what else could a husband ask for?

They are not husband and wife, but they are better than husband and wife.

Just as he was about to get up, he realized that he was still covered with Yanwan's plain white fox fur cloak.

"Are you awake? It's still early. Go to the kitchen and ask for a bowl of soup to warm yourself up before returning to your duty."

Noticing that he had woken up, Yanwan put down the book, reached out to rub the marks on Jinzhong's face from when he fell asleep, and adjusted his hat.

After Yanwan finished her action, Jinzhong threw his cloak aside, stood up to stretch his sore body, and helped Yanwan up from the kang.

"Master, why don't you wake me up? My legs must be sore, right?"

"It's okay, it will be fine in a moment."

Jinzhong saw that Yanwan was not walking very smoothly, so he simply picked her up by the waist, walked to the bed in three or two steps, and gently put her on the bed.

Lingzhuer was not as heavy as he imagined, but rather light. He held her tightly, fearing that she would fall.

The sudden action frightened Yan Wan, and she quickly hugged Jinzhong's collar. The two were very close, their breaths meeting each other. Apart from his breathing and her own heartbeat, Yan Wan seemed to hear no other sound.

Jinzhong then immediately squatted down and quickly untied her shoes and socks.

"It's cold. I'll ask Chunchan to bring in two hot water bottles. Master, take a good rest. I'll come to see you when I have time."

Yan Wan was still staring at his face in a daze. When she came to her senses, she was already wrapped tightly in the soft quilt. Only her head was left outside, her hands clutching the quilt, staring straight at Jin Zhong.

She was sleepy, her eyes were red, and she looked like a harmless little rabbit, staring at you innocently.

Jinzhong wanted to turn around and leave, but seeing this scene he couldn't help it, his breathing became rapid, so he restrained the urge to kiss her, slowly bent down, and gently kissed her on the forehead.

This kiss was like a dragonfly touching the water, causing ripples in the hearts of both of them.

Jinzhong was reluctant to leave. Looking at her, his eyes almost melted with spring tears. He wished he could stay in Yongshou Palace forever.

Looking at Yan Wan, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he felt his heart swelling. Her appearance was all in his mind, and he couldn't help but put his hand into the quilt and hold her hand.

"Go to sleep quickly. I won't leave until you fall asleep." Jinzhong said softly.

As he spoke, he lowered the curtains and leaned against the bed. The curtains separated the two of them, preventing them from seeing each other's expressions. The only bond between them was the hand held through the curtains.

That light kiss was like a branding iron, imprinted on Yan Wan's heart. Feeling the burning temperature of his palm, Yan Wan felt hot unconsciously.

How can I sleep like this!

If there were no curtains, Jinzhong would definitely see that Yanwan's face was red at this moment.

Her mind was full of random thoughts and she felt a little hot. But as time went on, her head became groggy and she soon fell asleep.

Jinzhong heard her steady breathing, gently lifted the curtain and straightened the quilt, and finally walked out of the hall with light footsteps.

Outside, the snowstorm was raging, and everyone in Yongshou Palace had gone to bed. Only Lan Cui was watching over the kitchen stove. She was on duty tonight, and on the stove was a mutton soup prepared for Jinzhong.

"Eunuch Jinzhong is here? Has our master gone to bed? This is the soup that the master ordered to be left for you. Please enjoy it."

Seeing that the person coming was Jinzhong, Lan Cui rubbed her sore eyes and stood up to leave.

"Well, I just rested. Go and take good care of your master."

"Yes."

After Lan Cui left, Jinzhong opened the lid of the pot, revealing the best winter melon and mutton soup. The hot steam spread out, and the aroma hit him in the face.

Yanwan always said that winter was cold and she needed to eat some mutton to warm herself up.

Jinzhong drank his soup slowly, a gentleness in his eyes that could not be melted. Every sip of the soup warmed his heart, and he was not afraid of the wind and snow, no matter how strong it was.

In the following days, Yan Wan knelt in the small Buddhist temple for nearly half a month, regardless of wind or rain, before she completed the 49 days she had promised.

As soon as he finished kneeling, he heard that Empress Fucha was seriously ill, and he rushed over to attend to her.

"You are still young. Why waste your best years on me? You might as well spend time with the Emperor."

In Changchun Palace, Langya half leaned against the head of the bed, drinking the medicine handed to her by Yanwan, and spoke gently.

Although it was an exhortation, Langya couldn't help feeling sad when she thought about the fact that the emperor had rarely set foot in Changchun Palace recently.

"Your Majesty has many concubines by his side, and I am not lacking in one. As a fellow woman, I know your Majesty's life is not easy, and I am willing to stay by your side. I do not ask to relieve your worries, but I hope that you will not despise my vulgarity."

Yanwan put down the soup bowl and spoke softly with a smile on her face. Her well-behaved look was very comfortable, and it made people feel happy for no reason.

The more Empress Fucha looked at her, the more she liked her. She always thought she looked like Ruyi before, but now she felt that the two were not alike. Yanwan was humble and respectful, and acted appropriately, which was much more pleasing to the eye than her.

"Well, since you have nothing else to do, you can stay with me. You were a palace maid before, and you don't know anything. When you feel better, I will teach you some common affairs. As the head of a palace, you can manage the servants when you go back. These menial matters are what concubines should learn."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wan was overjoyed and quickly knelt down to pay her respects. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gift! Your Majesty is so kind and compassionate. I will definitely learn from you!"

"Hurry up and get up. I'm a little tired. You go back first."

Langya waved her hand, signaling her to leave.

"Master, you are truly amazing. You have won the favor of the Empress so quickly, but do you really not have to compete for favor with the Emperor?"

Chunchan was a little worried. In her eyes, wouldn't it be more useful to please the emperor than to please the empress? After all, the emperor was the real master of the harem.

Yan Wan shook her head, counting the blue bricks under her feet and saying boredly, "It's been a long time since I've served the emperor. In a few days, please come back and personally bring a bowl of soup to the Yangxin Palace. Tell them that I've just recovered from a serious illness. The Empress, seeing my intelligence, wants to personally teach me how to manage the affairs of the harem. The Empress has lost her beloved son, and I have to be by her side. I really have no time to care for the Emperor. I hope he will forgive me."

"Your Majesty, haven't you offended the Emperor?"

Yan Wan patiently explained, and also kept the secret a secret, saying, "The Emperor has also lost his beloved son. It's only been less than two months. How could he have the heart to favor his concubines? I want the Emperor to remember me, but I also want him to not remember me."

Chunchan really didn't know what to do and what not to do.

"It's to let the Emperor know that I'm just as concerned about him and as grieving as he is. The more I try to win his favor, the more he'll dislike me. So I'll just not see him and stay by the Empress's side for him. Whenever he thinks of the Empress, he'll think of me."