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

Is he having hysteria?

Jinzhong didn't understand. A man like Ling Yunche had no sincerity, no ability, and was not even as good as a eunuch like him. What was there to care about?

That ring was the real evidence that ruined her.

Yes, he has one more root than me.

But didn't it end in the end? They were the same person, so why was she almost going crazy, but she kept talking about Ling Yunche more than herself?

Jinzhong is narrow-minded and cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

If Master Ling hadn't stopped him, Ling Yunche would have died long ago.

On Lingzhu's last day, Chunchan and Wangchan brought him Hedinghong. They were both from Yongshou Palace, and had been involved in all of Yanwan's evil deeds. Plotting to murder the imperial heir was a grave crime, yet after turning against them, the emperor spared their lives. It was truly baffling.

Seeing Yan Wan writhing in agony as she fell to the ground before her death, Jinzhong couldn't help but step forward. He ignored the shabby ring and just wanted to wipe her tears.

While busy with his hands, he kept muttering: "Okay, okay, stop crying and get up quickly. Look at you, you have made yourself so embarrassed. You are being bullied when I am not here. Don't be afraid, I will continue to protect you from now on..."

As soon as he finished speaking, before his hand touched the person, the scene in front of him changed.

"I am Ying'er, a maidservant of Qixiang Palace..."

It was not until Li Yu called him that he came to his senses and found himself back in that rainy night.

Just like that rainy night, she was dressed in blue, standing in front of him, looking pitiful, with raindrops dripping from her face.

He took the umbrella in a daze and subconsciously held it up for the person next to him. Walking on the palace road in the heavy rain, he made up his mind and said that he only wanted to save his own life.

But when he saw those scarred hands out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

He just couldn't bear to see her suffer.

Jinzhong softened his heart. He couldn't just stand by and watch her suffer and do nothing.

He recalled the days in his previous life when the two of them depended on each other and supported each other in the harem.

"Ying'er, you were bullied in Qiyang Palace..."

In a trance, he couldn't help but say the same words as in his previous life.

"No, no."

He was just about to respond when Ying'er in front of him burst out laughing.

When the charming demeanor of the woman in front of him gradually merged with that of his previous life, Jinzhong understood at that moment.

She is back too.

But he didn't expect that she would act like a little girl in front of him.

Did she go crazy after drinking too much mushroom soup?

Or do you want to continue deceiving yourself?

Jinzhong simply took advantage of the situation. No matter what, he was no longer the Jinzhong who allowed herself to be manipulated by her.

No matter how she teased him, he would never fall into that fatal embrace of tenderness again this time.

This is what Jinzhong thought in his heart.

He always kept the word "slave" on his lips to remind himself at all times that he had to fulfill his duties in this palace. Only by learning to be a good slave could he live well in this palace.

But, people are not wood or stone, how can we be without feelings?

When she was young, she fainted from hunger on the street and entered the palace because she owed money for her virginity.

The master he met after entering the palace only taught him how to be a good eunuch, how to serve his master well, and how to survive in this deep palace.

At first, he did all this just to survive, but in the end he served in the Yangxin Palace, which was the most honorable place for eunuchs in the palace.

Perhaps because he was well fed and clothed, he began to desire sex, and he gradually felt that there was no point in living.

I just have to serve my master every day without anyone I like around me. Life is really boring.

When Yanwan appeared that night, Jinzhong felt as if he had grown roots again as soon as he saw her.

This was a gamble that would pay off in a huge way. He stood in front of the gambling table, quietly watching Yan Wan treat herself as all the chips.

Happily, he won the bet at first.

Yan Wan was a good candidate for palace fighting. She could endure hardships and knew how to please the emperor. Her rewards flowed into her pocket like water.

Jinzhong taught her how to win favor, how to judge the situation, and how to stand out from the star-studded harem.

She went from being a little palace maid seeking shelter on a rainy night to a beautiful and favored concubine with an ambitious heart as vicious as a scorpion.

Jinzhong was so happy to see her gradually becoming like himself. He loved her almost madly.

He had seen all her unknown sides: the embarrassment, the cruelty, the beauty, the viciousness... He had seen them all.

Jinzhong likes her no matter what she looks like.

In this materialistic Forbidden City, they are a perfect match because they are in cahoots with each other.

From the moment he stepped into the Forbidden City, he could only be a slave.

If I can't change my life, then I'll change my loyal master.

She needed him. In this palace, he was the only one she could rely on.

Jinzhong realized this and found the meaning of life again, like a dead tree coming back to life in spring. He felt needed again.

It was the feeling of being needed by his wife like a man, a husband. When she clung to him tightly, like grasping at a lifeline, Jinzhong was going crazy.

He didn't care about anything else. He was willing to do anything for her.

Jinzhong was watching right beside him, seeing that the woman he had risked his life for was now thinking of another man. How could he not go crazy?

He was almost mad with jealousy. In the game of exchanging benefits, Jinzhong admitted that he had lost. The moment he felt sorry for her, he had already lost.

As a loser, he has to pay willingly.

This is the rule, the rule of loving someone.