The hand on Jiang Yi's shoulder trembled slightly for a moment and subconsciously grabbed his clothes. Jiang Yi's hands around her waist seemed to pause, and then he held her in his arms even tighter.

Jiang Yi lived with Yan Yiming for four years. He remembered that even though she was lazy, she never gave in. Despite her frail body, she was surprisingly stubborn, but her heart was soft. Jiang Yi was so smart that when he was still a teenager, he had already used weakness and coaxing to make Yan Yiming bow his head. With her temper, she would always respond to soft words and not hard ones.

It's just that he had already thought about these words thousands of times when he was alone, so even if he had ulterior motives at this moment, his feelings were real.

He had never bowed his head in front of outsiders, but if it was Yan Yiming, Jiang Yi felt that there was nothing impossible.

Yan Yiming suddenly felt sad and bitter.

As far as she could remember, even the young man who was standing in the snow and no one was willing to look at him, he still held his chest high with pride. He had never shown such a humble attitude in front of her like he did now.

Yan Yiming never thought about having any more trouble with him after the game, but even if it was just a game, Jiang Yi was still the child she had taken good care of for four years and watched grow up little by little.

Why did the situation become like this? Why did it have to be discovered? Why did I become soft-hearted?

Sighing softly, her slender fingers gently smoothed his scattered hair, just like when they were together. Yan Yiming lowered his eyelashes, "Young Master, you are drunk."

A gentle smile appeared on Jiang Yi's lips, "Alcohol doesn't make you drunk, but people make themselves drunk. Since I saw you, I have never been sober." Jiang Yi finally let go of Yan Yiming and stood up suddenly. Yan Yiming was slightly stunned and subconsciously took a step back but was picked up by Jiang Yi by the waist.

Jiang Yiqing's pleasant laughter was still in his ears, and the two of them fell into the soft bedding, with their cheeks just inches apart.

Yan Yiming's surprised eyes met Jiang Yi's dark eyes. Before he could see the emotions hidden in those eyes, Jiang Yi's kiss had already fallen on his eyes, nose tip, and finally on his lips. His tongue pried open the gap between his teeth, and the kiss was earnest and meticulous with a hint of wine aroma.

Yan Yiming's hand was pressed on his chest, and he pushed Jiang Yi's chest with some powerlessness, but it seemed to have no effect. After finally getting a moment to breathe, Yan Yiming blocked Jiang Yi's face and said anxiously,

"Young Master, what are you doing..."

Jiang Yi reluctantly separated for a moment, his handsome features revealing a scoundrel smile.

"Kiss you," Jiang Yi said, "You said I was drunk." He then kissed her palm, then held her trembling hand as she tried to take it back. He lowered his head and gently bit the tip of her ear, smiling at her with curved eyebrows, "Have you ever thought about the consequences of sheltering a drunk, Ming?"

Yan Yiming was at a loss for a moment, but soon recovered. However, he did not push Jiang Yi away and let him kiss him for a long time.

But now when he heard Jiang Yi's words again, Yan Yiming smiled and used his strength to break free from Jiang Yi's hand. Under Jiang Yi's surprised gaze, he turned over and sat up nimbly.

"What consequences?" Yan Yiming narrowed his eyes, touched his itchy ear and smiled, "I don't even care about the little scholar who asked for help to climb over the wall."

"Really? It turns out that our Ah Ming is both literary and martial, really amazing." Jiang Yi's surprise was fleeting, but his smile became even wider. "So you could have pushed her away just now but didn't refuse, but you feel like she likes you?"

Yan Yiming's hands trembled, and for a moment he just wanted to cover Jiang Yi's mouth.

Jiang Yi noticed her slightly stiff expression, and was very considerate and didn't continue the topic. He took advantage of her inattention and pulled her over, put his arm around her waist and laid her on the bed again.

Although Yan Yiming had given a verbal warning before, Jiang Yi obviously realized that she would not really do it, and he looked fearless.

Yan Yiming turned around and was about to say something, but Jiang Yi pressed her down on the pillow, propped up her head with one hand and looked at her with an expression of "Okay, okay, I'll let you go", "I feel a little dizzy, don't move", Jiang Yi said, looking down at her, "So, is this your original face?"

The topic changes so quickly, Yan Yiming thought to himself, and nodded and said "hmm".

Jiang Yi thought for a moment and then said,

"I was the one who brought you back to Beijing from Hangzhou."

"Yeah," Yan Yiming responded again. Why did he suddenly bring up this matter?

"So no matter who else is there, I'm the first person to see you and recognize you this time, right?"

Yan Yiming opened his mouth, raised his eyes to meet Jiang Yi's serious eyes, and his heart felt sour again.

Wouldn't it be better to be a little cruel? But how could I bear to face such a gaze?

"Yes," Yan Yiming said, "It's all you."

The first person to see me, the first person to recognize me, was all you.

Yan Yiming suddenly guessed why Jiang Yi came here, why he suddenly drank, and why he said what he just said.

He said whoever else it was, he was comparing himself to the others.

Jiang Yi has never cared about the prince, so it must not be because of the prince. Apart from the prince, there are only Jian Yuyan and Shao Jingyu left.

Shao Jingyu was still on his way back to the capital, and no one except the emperor and Shao Jingyu knew the real name of the female general, so Jiang Yi would definitely not guess it.

As for Jian Yuyan, Jiang Yi has had a lot of cooperation with Jian Yuyan recently. If Jian Yuyan had not been on guard, it would not be surprising for him to be discovered by Jiang Yi.

She has never been a person who keeps things to herself, so she asked whenever she thought of it.

"Young Master," Yan Yiming called him, "Do you know something?"

"Yes," Jiang Yi looked down at her with a calm gaze, "It turns out that the actor that Jian Yuyan has been thinking about for so many years is also called A Ming, and there is also a red mole at the end of his right eye. Is it a coincidence?"

"No," Yan Yiming turned his eyes away and said, "That was also me..."

"You guessed right."

Jiang Yiyin's hands suddenly clenched in the dark, his heart ached terribly, but he still tried his best to control his expression, "A few days ago, Jian Yuyan told me about the secret device that Jian Xiang had planted. It was you who guided him to do this."

Sure enough, Jiang Yi knew everything.

"I used Ming's identity to persuade him to tell you about Prime Minister Jian's plan."

"So it was you who found a way for him to survive." Jiang Yi had a smile on his face, but his voice was cold to the bone. "Why?"

"Why did you save him?" Jiang Yi asked. He was so sad that he even became a little deaf. His voice was trembling and his speed was a little aggressive. "With his status, he is doomed to die. Why did you save him? Do you love him?"

"I don't love him," Yan Yiming sighed and looked into Jiang Yi's eyes again, "Not even a little bit."

The deafening heartbeat in his ears seemed to disappear without a trace all of a sudden. Jiang Yi carefully recalled Yan Yiming's words many times, and then he seemed to come to his senses, but his deep eyes gradually rose with endless excitement.

Since you don't love her, Jiang Yi asked her,

"Will you be sad if he dies?"

"No," Yan Yiming said, and then his eyes suddenly widened, and an inexplicable uneasiness spread from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Yi's gentle appearance had always made her a little numb. It was not until this moment that Yan Yiming suddenly realized that he was a handsome man who always had a smile on his face, but he was also a cold-blooded prime minister who had stepped on countless people to climb to the top.

The more tolerant this person is of himself, the more cruel he will be to others.

"Young Master, what do you want to do?"

"I want to send him to death," Jiang Yi said.

"I want him to die, Ming, you know the reason, and I also know what he has done."