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

The ring is made of high-quality jadeite, with a rich emerald green color and as thick as a little finger. It will not be too conspicuous when worn on the hand.

The size is neither too big nor too small, just right.

Jinzhong picked it up and examined it, and found a line of small words on the inside of the ring: "If there is no separation and hatred in my eyes, I don't believe there are white hairs in the world."

This is the poem written by Yanwan on rice paper, and it was actually for him.

Although this poem is sad, it is very suitable for the two people.

The ring was carved into the shape of two snakes entwined. Everyone in the palace knew that she loved Jasmine, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Yan Wan simply had two small snakes carved on it.

Both of them are vicious and cruel, which makes them a perfect match.

"I can't bear to see you empty-handed. I got this while you were away on your eastern tour. It's not from the Imperial Household Department, so don't worry about it."

"Thank you, Master Ling, I like it very much."

Jinzhong looked at the ring and then at Yanwan happily. His heart was so full that it seemed like it was about to burst. He put the ring on his hand and didn't want to take it off for a moment.

"As long as you like it, Jinzhong, believe me, I will treat you well."

"How did you say that about me, Master? It's as if you want to keep me as your gigolo. But for the sake of this ring, I will follow you. You must be kind to me!"

Jinzhong joined in the fun, and while he was talking, he didn't forget to put his head on her lap and looked up at her seriously.

Yan Wan's originally depressed mood disappeared instantly after he teased her. She put her hand on his face and stroked his cheek like she was stroking a puppy.

"Okay, okay, if you follow me, I will never let you suffer any injustice."

Jinzhong didn't say anything, his eyes were full of her. He followed her movements and rubbed his face against her palm.

Both of them had smiles on their faces, wishing time would stop at this moment.

As she touched him, Yan Wan began to use her fingertips to carefully outline the contours of his face.

High brow bones, straight nose bridge, long eyelashes, nose tip, lip corners...

From top to bottom, she traced his appearance bit by bit along the texture, carefully caressing every part. Jinzhong maintained this posture, allowing her to move, only looking up at her, not wanting to look away for a second.

She just wanted to remember his appearance clearly, not missing a single detail.

Yanwan suddenly recalled the days without Jinzhong, the days when she could no longer remember his appearance. She was terrified of those days, because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't quite remember his face. The more she thought about it, the further his figure seemed to drift away, the more blurred it became...

She suddenly became dazed and murmured something.

"Jinzhong, you must remember my name and what I look like. If there is another life, you must be the first to find me."

"Okay, I won't forget it. I will remember it for the rest of my life."

"I'm not Concubine Ling. My name is Yanwan, Wei Yanwan, the Yanwan who is as gentle as spring..."

"Well, I'll remember this."

“Even when you are old, you must not forget.”

"Okay, I will never forget your name until I die, Yanwan, the Yanwan who is as gentle as spring..."

"Jinzhong, no matter what, you can only have me in your heart..."

"Okay, this slave only loves you, Master. For all eternity, this slave will only think of you..."

"No matter where you are, your servant will follow you."

……

Yanwan said something and Jinzhong replied, and the two of them talked over and over again without getting tired of it.

It's just like two lovers who support each other and play some small games in their spare time.

Their eyes were full of affection, and they didn't talk about lust, love, hate, or any other distractions. They just said each other's names over and over again, and responded to each other's love tirelessly.

But unfortunately, such a good time was stolen by the two of them after going through two lifetimes of vicissitudes.

Jinzhong, I will never forget what you look like.

You are not allowed to forget me either.

……

Ignoring the undercurrents in the harem, Yan Wan resorted to the same old tricks and knelt in front of the Buddhist temple every day to pray for Empress Fucha as if Yongcong had passed away.

"Your Highness?"

It was He Jing. She had been feeling down lately and had come to the temple like a zombie. She was slightly surprised to see that it was Yan Wan.

Her brothers died one after another, and her biological mother also passed away. Everyone in the palace was fighting for their own interests. How many people were truly sad about her death?

He Jing was going to marry in Mongolia when her wedding date came, and now she was isolated and helpless, which was really hard to bear. If she left, she was afraid that no one would remember her mother, Empress Fucha.

"Princess, you're here to pray for the Empress. It's been tough these days, right? You've lost weight, Princess. The Empress always thought of you when she was alive. Now you have to take care of yourself."

When Yan Wan saw that the person coming was Princess Hejing, she quickly stood up. Seeing how haggard she looked, a look of heartache appeared on her face.

He Jing's face was expressionless. He simply sneered, "It's just that people are gone and the tea gets cold. Once the Empress is gone, the position of Empress is vacant. Everyone is fighting like black-eyed chickens. How could anyone still remember her?"

"I remember, I will remember. Ever since the Seventh Prince left, I have been staying with the Empress. She is kind and has taught me a lot, seeing that I come from a humble background. It's a pity that I am not strong enough to go on the Eastern Tour with her. If I had stayed with the Empress, I would have comforted her more and she wouldn't have ended up like this..."

When it came to the touching part, Yan Wan couldn't help but burst into tears, and then she realized that it was a bit embarrassing to do so in front of the younger generation, so she quickly picked up the silk to wipe her tears.

"Although I am of humble status, I know that even a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. The Queen has shown me kindness. If the Princess does not mind, please let me know if there is anything I can do for you in the future."

Seeing Yanwan crying, Hejing couldn't help but shed tears.

"If your majesty can have such a heart, I'm afraid the Empress Dowager would be pleased to see this in heaven. I... I'm really a little scared. I've lost my brothers and my mother. How can I marry into Khorchin?"

Hearing Yan Wan's heartfelt words, He Jing couldn't help sobbing. Her frail body trembled slightly and she covered her face and cried.

"Princess Hejing, don't be afraid. The Empress is gone, and I am here to accompany you. This velvet flower was given to me by the Empress when I was in Changchun Palace. I heard from Aunt Sulian that the Empress always carried it with her. Now that she has passed away, I will leave it to you as a reminder."

This is a Buddha's hand flower, lying quietly in Yanwan's palm. Under the candlelight in the Buddhist temple, the silk thread on it is still shining.

As soon as He Jing saw the velvet flower, he thought of Empress Fucha.

The Empress Dowager indeed often carried this velvet flower.

He Jing thought about it again and again, and finally reached out to take the velvet flower.

"Thank you, Madam Ling."

"Then I won't bother the princess anymore."

When Yan Wan saw He Jing take the velvet flower, she knew that she was in such a miserable state and didn't want to be seen by others, so she took her leave.

As soon as Yan Wan left, He Jing knelt down and cried bitterly, holding the velvet flower in his hands, like a puppet with its strings pulled out.

She was only seventeen years old, and at such a young age, she had to marry far away to Khorchin. She didn't know when she would ever return to the capital. Even her biological mother had passed away suddenly.

He Jing did not expect that this eastern tour would cost Empress Fucha's life.

Over the past month, she always wondered, if she had not informed the Empress Dowager of the news of her eastern tour, would she not have left so early?