Chapter 317 The Skinny Horse from Yangzhou Sent to Disrupt the Country (14)

Shi Wenjin knew then that he was an abandoned person.

No one cares about his life.

When he was young, he suffered all kinds of hardships.

Ice-cold water always seeps through the cracks in the bricks of the cold palace.

Shi Wenjin is obviously a prince, but he lives a life worse than that of animals, and often even has to compete with cats and dogs for food.

Every time Shi Wenjin wanted to die, her heart was filled with resentment and helplessness.

After all, he was unwilling to accept this, so he wanted to live.

He endured hardships that ordinary people could hardly bear, and grew up stumbling along the way.

During the difficult days of eating stale rice and frozen steamed buns, Shi Wenjin gradually honed the blade of survival sharper than anyone else.

Who would have thought that he, who once struggled in difficult situations, would become the ultimate winner.

Although it is temporary.

I don’t know what was wrong with his father, but he suddenly remembered him, his son who was forgotten in the cold palace, and made him the crown prince.

Faced with his father's interested observation of his humble and cowardly appearance, Shi Wenjin just felt disgusted.

No one knows how to read people's expressions and understand their hearts better than Shi Wenjin.

After all, it was thanks to these skills that he had been able to survive the bullying of the eunuchs and palace maids until now.

And his father seemed to just want to see what this cowardly prince who grew up in the cold palace was like?

Once he gains power, how will Shi Wenjin go on a killing spree?

He just wanted to enjoy a good show.

At the instruction of his father, Shi Wenjin did take revenge on everyone who had tormented him.

The terrified expressions on those people's faces were his sacrifice to the past and his answer to the late emperor.

When the late emperor asked him with a smile, "Do you still remember the dog that stole your steamed buns?", Shi Wenjin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He slowly raised the bow in his hand and aimed at the fat mastiff.

With the sound of the bowstring, the arrow shot out like lightning and pierced straight through the mastiff's heart.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, splashing on the dragon robe of the late emperor, forming shocking blood flowers.

Shi Wenjin heard himself say in the gentlest tone: "I only remember that only the living are qualified to discuss grudges."

A hint of surprise flashed in the late emperor's eyes, as if he was surprised by Shi Wenjin's answer.

But this surprise was soon replaced by a smile of approval. He nodded with satisfaction and was very appreciative of Shi Wenjin's performance.

At that moment, Shi Wenjin finally understood that he had already become the sharpest knife in his father's hand, and this knife would eventually be put against the throat of the person holding the knife.

Shi Wenjin knew that there was something fishy about his father's death, but of course he pretended not to know and even added fuel to the fire.

He did not have much desire for the throne. At the beginning, he just wanted to survive.

However, it was only when he actually ascended the throne that he realized the beauty of power.

He found that with power, he could do many things that he had never dared to think of before.

No one in the Shi family could remain normal under the rule of such a disgusting father.

Shi Yanqing is one, and Shi Wenjin is one too.

He wears a gentle mask, but wants to destroy the world at every moment.

——Until I saw such Qingwu.

Obviously, she was also imprisoned and suffered a lot of restrictions.

But Shi Wenjin could see that beneath that beautiful appearance, there was an even more beautiful soul.

Qingwu wants to live, to live beautifully and gloriously.

Shi Yanqing is extremely powerful and controls everything, but he doesn't know that as an emperor, he also has his own elite team of secret guards.

She can help him find out all kinds of information and can also cleverly disguise his identity.

After letting him know about the ulterior motives of each concubine, both the former and the harem were aware of them.

He also learned about the Yangzhou skinny horse trained by Shi Yanqing.

Honey trap...

Shi Wenjin should have been most disdainful of such means.

But Shi Wenjin had to admit that he seemed... to have fallen into the trap willingly.

In front of Qingwu, Shi Wenjin is willing to put aside all disguises and reveal his true self without reservation.

——Take it as his sincerity.

Shi Wenjin doesn't think Qingwu will be loyal to Shi Yanqing.

He is already an emperor, and is superior to Shi Yanqing in both status and power.

Why should Qingwu go far away instead of near?

He saw Shi Yanqing's dilemma, which was clearly a kind of unwillingness that came from loving someone without realizing it.

He was willing to join the game and let Qingwu become the chess player.

He wanted to live a glorious life with Qingwu in this world and rule the world together.

So Qingwu deserves to be his.

Qingwu stared at her reflection in his pupils, like a butterfly imprisoned in amber, beautiful but unable to fly freely.

But what she wanted was definitely not the false scenery of being imprisoned in a golden cage——

But this vast expanse of mountains and rivers can ignite blazing fireworks under her feet.

"So, Your Majesty...knows that I am a pawn," Qing Wu did not retreat but advanced, getting closer to Shi Wenjin, so close that she could clearly hear Shi Wenjin's thunderous heartbeat.

"Aren't you afraid that this chess piece will prick your hand?"

There was a hint of provocation in her words.

If she told Shi Yanqing everything that Shi Wenjin had revealed...

Shi Wenjin suddenly kissed her wrist, as if afraid of hurting her. He slowly and carefully kissed the thin skin on her wrist, feeling the throbbing of the blood vessels under her wrist.

His voice was so low as if he was afraid of waking something up: "I will never treat you as a chess piece to be manipulated by others."

His throat rolled slightly, and then he continued, "But it is the chess player who can play against me."

"I am willing to use the kingdom as a betrothal gift in exchange for Awu being by my side."

Shi Wenjin's eyes were blazing. "Because Ah Wu is the first person who made me feel that having you in my arms is worse than owning thousands of miles of rivers and mountains."

It will also be the only one.

Even if he would end up in pieces, he would have no regrets.

He never believed in love between men and women, but at this moment, he lost everything.

Just to make Qingwu give up Shi Yanqing.

From then on, body and mind belonged to Shi Wenjin.

Qingwu looked up at the handsome man with wet hair. He seemed calm, but there was caution in his eyes.

She suddenly chuckled: "Then how does Your Majesty intend to let me 'play chess'?"

Shi Wenjin was overjoyed, thinking that Qingwu had agreed to him.

He held her face in his hands, and gently wiped the teardrop mole under her eye with his fingertips: "Awu, you don't have to do anything, just stay by my side. When everyone thinks you are his chess piece, our chess game will truly begin."

"You must have everything that others have." Shi Wenjin's voice, mixed with water vapor, drifted into her ears. The hot spring water rippled slightly, shaking the overlapping shadows of the two people into a blur. "What others don't have..."

He lowered his head and bit her trembling lips, his tongue penetrating deep into her until she softened in his arms, gasping like a sob. He then let go of her with a low laugh, "I will also hold her in front of you."