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

"Master, are you moved by seeing them getting married?"

Chunchan helped Yanwan back to Yongshou Palace. Seeing that she looked a little listless, she asked.

The two have been together for many years, and she knows Yan Wan best and knows what she is thinking at this moment.

"Heaven has eyes and will never separate lovers. I simply feel a little sentimental. Since I have chosen to stand on the mountaintop, I naturally have to give up those ordinary things."

Yan Wan looked at the towering palace walls, her eyes showing no regrets but full of ambition.

As a concubine, she enjoyed wealth and splendor, so she had to fulfill her duties as a concubine. She had given up so much to reach her current position, and she had to climb to that high position, overlooking all living beings, to live up to her years of preparation.

Yongshou Palace was close by and only a few steps away. Yan Wan continued to paint in the palace with a normal expression.

She is naturally gifted, and after Yihuan taught her some techniques, she has been able to use them proficiently. Now she is seriously painting on paper with a brush.

Seeing that Yanwan was only slightly melancholy and then returned to normal, Chunchan felt relieved and waited by her side without disturbing her anymore.

But what she didn't notice was that Yanwan's brushstrokes were a little heavy, and the green leaves in the painting were painted with a thick stroke, which seemed extremely abrupt in the entire painting.

Her mind was restless, so naturally she couldn't concentrate on painting.

Although she gave up everything, there was still one person in her heart that she could not let go of - Jinzhong.

At night, the jasmine flowers in Yongshou Palace bloomed beautifully, and the palace was filled with a faint floral fragrance. The gentle breeze was refreshing.

Ever since Yan Wan's last reminder, Jinzhong has become much more restrained and often refrains himself from going to Yongshou Palace.

Perhaps the scene today brought back memories for him. After the emperor went to bed, he unconsciously walked to Yongshou Palace. When he realized it, he was already at the door of Yanwan's bedroom.

At this time, Yan Wan couldn't sleep, so she was wearing her coat and admiring the flowers in front of the window. There was a pot of jasmine in front of her. The flowers were blooming beautifully, and the snow-white buds were particularly charming under the moonlight.

Yan Wan wore no makeup on her face, letting her black hair hang loose. She looked as otherworldly as the moon, untainted by dust, and as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

Jinzhong's breathing stagnated. He couldn't bear to interrupt such a beautiful moment, so he stood there and silently gazed at the beautiful scenery in the hall.

Unfortunately, he didn't see him for long because Chunchan, who was dozing off nearby, had sharp eyes and saw him at a glance.

"My Lord, Eunuch Jinzhong is here."

After she reminded Yan Wan, she took the initiative to leave, leaving the two of them alone.

"How did Eunuch Jinzhong find time to come to my Yongshou Palace today?"

Seeing him coming, Yanwan's gloomy mood improved a little, and the depression in her heart was swept away.

Jinzhong couldn't help but move forward and follow Yanwan's gaze to look at the pot of flowers. A year had passed, and she had taken great care of the flowers.

He reached out and fiddled with the jasmine buds, smiling, "It's been a long time since we last met. I've been thinking about you! I thought your Majesty felt the same way, but it seems I was being too sentimental. If I had known this, I wouldn't have come."

Jinzhong said this, but his eyes were curved and he was smiling happily.

"If I wasn't thinking about you, I would have gone to bed by this time."

Yan Wan rolled her eyes at him, then stood up and walked to the painting she had created during the day.

This is a jasmine plant in front of the window, which is very elegant. Unfortunately, there is a heavy stroke on the jasmine leaves, which destroys the artistic conception of the whole painting.

Jinzhong followed her and felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard this: "How did your Majesty know I would come tonight?"

"When you sent惢心 to marry Jiang Yebin, your face turned green. Be careful not to let your master Li Yu see you. I'm afraid he will think you are obsessed with his惢心."

Yanwan picked up a pen and drew something under the jasmine flowers.

Jinzhong was about to speak when Yanwan continued talking.

"I know that you are moved, but unfortunately I have become the emperor's concubine. I am destined to never wear a wedding dress and marry you in this life."

"Your Majesty, don't you understand my heart? I ask for nothing more. I only wish to be with you forever and help you ascend the throne of the Empress. I will be satisfied."

Jinzhong reached out to hold Yanwan's hand, and looked at the two rings leaning against each other, feeling a sweet feeling in his heart.

Yan Wan did not respond, but continued to paint on the paper with her brush. After a while, the two little snakes entwined under the tree looked lifelike.

Jinzhong's breathing stagnated and he couldn't help but touch her.

A light touch between fingers revealed a damp trace of painting.

Yanwan put down her pen, interlocked her fingers with his, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Living again, I am truly grateful that you can continue to stay by my side. Whether you are a concubine or a eunuch, you will always be the most important person to me. In the future, we will support each other and reach the highest peak together."

"I will definitely support you and help you ascend to the throne."

Seeing that he had come to terms with it, Yan Wan raised the corners of her mouth slightly and gently stroked the jade ring on his finger.

"Life is unpredictable. It's not easy to stay together forever. Think about everyone in our past lives. Even the emperor, the ruler of the world, had a lonely ending. The fact that we're here is a special blessing from heaven."

"I know that I cherish the present day immensely. Being able to stay by your side is my only long-cherished wish in this life."

Yan Wan didn't say anything else, but took his hand and picked up the pen to write a poem for the painting.

It is still the same sentence engraved on the ring.

If there is no separation and hatred in my eyes, I don't believe there are white hair in the world

They don't care whether they can stay together until old age, they just want to be happy tonight and enjoy the present.

The candlelight gradually dimmed, and it was already late at night. Jinzhong helped Yanwan to go to bed.

After helping Yanwan sit down, he half-knelt in front of the footstool, personally took off her shoes and socks, and washed her feet.

Yanwan's feet were small, white, tender, slender, and well-proportioned. Jinzhong couldn't help but compare them with his hands and found that her feet were even smaller than his hands.

"What catches your eyes."

Seeing him staring at her feet, Yanwan felt a little shy and hid her feet under her pajamas.

Jinzhong did not get up, but knelt on the footstool and wiped her feet bit by bit with a wet handkerchief.

Seeing his warm hands caressing her feet, Yanwan felt a gradual increase in heat wherever his hands touched her feet.

Yanwan just watched his movements quietly.

It turns out this is what it feels like to watch someone else serve your feet.

Yan Wan recalled the years when she was in Concubine Jia's palace, and she had also served her feet like this every day. Normally, she didn't feel this way when watching those little maids serving her, but now seeing Jin Zhong doing this, Yan Wan couldn't help but recall the past.

"What is the Lord thinking about?"

Jinzhong finished his actions and was carefully wiping his hands with a handkerchief. He saw Yanwan in a daze, supporting her face with one hand on her knee, and looked up to ask her.

"Looking at you."

"What's so good about a slave?"

Jinzhong was teased by her words, and when he saw her expression suddenly become serious, his eyes gradually became flustered.

Yan Wan didn't say anything, but reached out and slowly lifted his chin, her fingertips seeming to burn with a burning desire, causing an unconscious tremor. Without lingering for long, her fingertips slowly moved down, hooked on his hat rope, and gently pulled.

The moment the hat feather touched the ground, Yan Wan's vision gradually blurred, her mind got hot, and she leaned over to kiss his lips.

Snapped--

The handkerchief in Jinzhong's hand fell into the basin, splashing water.

At this moment, Jinzhong's mind was confused. He even forgot how to breathe. His whole body was stiff in place. He was still standing there in a daze until Yanwan let go.