Imperial Study

"Is there any way you can contact her?"

Jiang Xuanyan supported his forehead with one hand, his narrow eyes were as dark as the night, heavy and as if no light could penetrate.

There was no hiding the fatigue and haggardness between his eyebrows.

There was a layer of deathly aura surrounding his body, and there was no trace of the high-spirited spirit he had just shown in the hall.

It was not until he looked at Liu Zhiyi that a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

But she shook her head slightly.

In an instant, the last glimmer of light in his eyes was extinguished. A thick aura of hostility once again enveloped him. His eyes were sinister, but he lowered them and gave a faint, bitter smile, as if muttering to himself.

"Is there nothing I can do?"

“I really can’t accept this!”

"These days, I've been hoping every night that she'll come into my dreams, even just once, even if it's just to beat me or scold me, but... she never does."

Even if it was just a fantasy, she was too stingy to give it to him.

Everyone says that women are like clothes and brothers are like limbs, but in his opinion, he is the one who is dispensable.

When she was in the mood, she would hook her little finger, and he would look at her eagerly, like a humbly trying to please his master, and stick to her, letting her touch his abdominal muscles and knead his chest muscles.

When she is unhappy, she either ignores him or hits him on the forehead with a teacup and tells him to get out.

She really has no heart.

She never cared about him at all.

But he lost himself, like a madman, and his heart and eyes could only accommodate her.

Let her be spoiled and willful, and just want to hold her in my arms.

But even so, he couldn't keep her.

"You said that if I had been nicer to her at the beginning, I would have put aside my pride earlier.

I will learn to become the kind of man she likes. In this way, will the ending between her and me be different? "

Jiang Xuanyan suddenly covered his face.

It’s too late. What’s done cannot be undone. What’s done cannot be mended. He is already out.

Tears oozed from between his fingers. His noble body hunched over, looking miserable and pitiful.

Chen Ningzhu never understood why Jiang Xuanyan liked her. She thought that his feelings for her were just a man's possessiveness and the reluctance to let go of the pleasure they had in bed.

But Liu Zhiyi understood.

Chen Ningzhu is a ray of light in Jiang Xuanyan's life. It is the vibrant vitality in his dead life, and it is also the warm sun that he fears but longs to touch in his damp bones and blood.

Because she is the same as Jiang Xuanyan.

It was also because of this aspect of Chen Ningzhu that he stayed by her side and never left her.

Fortunately, she really got this light.

However, Jiang Xuanyan could only peek, envy, and covet this light from the affection between her and her best friend Shen Ningzhu.

He wanted to replace her, but he used the wrong method, and the result was counterproductive, making Chen Ningzhu completely disgusted with him.

She suddenly felt a little sorry.

Pursing his lips, he said, "Your Majesty, please be more open-minded. You still have the Crown Prince and the Princess."

"They are the only ones Zhuzhu has left in this world, and the ones she cares about the most. They are still young and are counting on you to support them!"

Jiang Xuanyan shook his head.

"It's enough for them to have you here."

Liu Zhiyi: ...

I always felt that this person was very emotionally unstable. I was really worried that he would lose his temper. I was about to persuade him again. But he raised his hand slightly.

"Forget it, I know what you want to say. Don't worry, if I don't take good care of the two children, I won't be able to explain to Zhuzhu even if I go to the underworld. I dare not wait to see Zhuzhu."

"I just don't know if she will be bullied if she is left alone in modern times."

If possible, he would rather stay there, even if it means hiding from her and just protecting her silently from behind.

But to unlock the power of the jade pendant, only one of him or Chen Ningzhu must do it, and it requires the use of his internal energy. He had no choice but to follow him back to Jiang State.

Liu Zhiyi smiled proudly.

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Zhuzhu graduated from a prestigious university, plays the piano and dances, and is particularly good at ice dancing. She has won many awards before. As long as she has an ID card, she will live a comfortable life no matter what."

The only thing she was worried about was Shen Ningzhu, who had taken Zhuzhu's identity.

That woman had previously plotted to kill Shen Ningxue in order to get the position of Shangshu Mansion's daughter.

Now, in order to prevent his secrets from being leaked, he will probably not let Shen Ningzhu go easily.

But fortunately, we live in a modern society ruled by law, unlike in ancient times. I believe my bestie can handle all of this.

When I came out of the imperial study, it was drizzling in the sky.

Song Hanchuan was waiting in a pavilion not far away, holding a large umbrella. When he saw her come out, he hurriedly walked towards her with the umbrella open.

"I wanted to take you to the office to familiarize yourself with the environment, but unfortunately it started raining, so I have to postpone it. Come on, I'll take you home."

Liu Zhiyi got under the umbrella and took his arm, puzzled:

"What about you?"

"No problem, I asked Qingyun to move all the official business back to the carriage, and we can handle it when we get back home."

What's happening in this class is just too much of a joke.

The two of them went to see Jinxiu Huanian and the other person again, had lunch with them, and left the palace under their reluctant gazes.

There was an inconspicuous carriage parked not far from the palace gate, but the two men paid no attention to it and went straight towards the carriage of the prime minister's residence.

However, he didn't know that behind the car curtain, a pair of peach blossom eyes were staring at Liu Zhiyi's back with obsession and greed.

She seemed not to notice the carriage coming here. She held up an oil-paper umbrella on her head, lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, walked on the slippery bluestone slabs, snuggled up to Song Hanchuan obediently, and left.

Both of them were dressed in official uniforms, handsome man and beautiful woman, like people walking out of a painting.

His subordinates told him yesterday that the official uniform Liu Zhiyi was wearing was specially made by the Weaving Bureau at the request of Song Hanchuan, and was only delivered to the Prime Minister's residence early this morning.

The material used is precious brocade, the color is the same as the official uniform of the Ministry of Revenue doctor, the embroidery is also similar, but the style is very different. It is a long skirt worn by women.

There was also an exquisitely designed waistband around her waist, embroidered with Liu Zhiyi's favorite gardenia in silver thread.

The flowers look like real ones.

Looking from afar, you can almost smell the faint fragrance of flowers, and even the crystal clear dewdrops on it seem like they are really about to roll down.

Even he had to admit that Song Hanchuan was extremely considerate to Liu Zhiyi, taking care of every detail.

Pei Yunchu was so jealous that his face turned unrecognizable.

Pei Yunchu clenched his fists tightly under his wide sleeves, gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and full of aggression and determination towards the woman.

Liu Zhiyi had been helped into the carriage by Song Hanchuan, but he was not in a hurry to get in. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked at the carriage where Pei Yunchu was.

A sudden chill ran through my body.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Pei Yunchu was startled and carefully confirmed that the curtain was drawn. He thought that the other party should not be able to see anything through the curtain, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Hanchuan also quickly withdrew his gaze without stopping.

He got into the carriage as if nothing had happened.