A few days later, a procession with gongs and drums brought Yan Jingzhi to Wen Zizhuo's residence, and the rumors surrounding the Second Prince finally dissipated considerably.
Inner courtyard.
Yan Jingzhi was anxiously waiting for Wen Zizhuo.
A few days ago, she thought she was going to be sent back to the estate again, but luckily Wen Zizhuo rescued her at the critical moment and brought her back from the Prime Minister's residence.
She said how could she possibly have no charisma at all?
Then things took a turn for the better.
Shortly after, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Yan Jingzhi tightened her grip: "Your Highness?"
"Hmm," Wen Zizhuo directly lifted the veil from the person on the bed, then walked to the table beside him and poured two glasses of wine.
"Now that you have entered my household, you are mine from now on."
As he spoke, he handed one of the cups to Yan Jingzhi, his gaze slightly darkening and a faint smile playing on his lips.
Upon hearing this, Yan Jingzhi nodded repeatedly.
In the candlelight, his features were extremely gentle. Ignoring the unpleasant words outside, perhaps marrying him would be a good choice.
Yan Jingzhi thought to herself, feeling a little tempted.
"You can continue writing books in the future; I won't interfere," Wen Zizhuo said, his smile deepening after giving Yan Jingzhi some wine.
"However, your partner will be me instead."
He had finally waited for this day.
Wen Beichen and Wen Nan refused to lend him money, didn't they?
He has plenty of methods and means.
After marrying Yan Jingzhi, all the money ended up in his pocket anyway.
Wen Zizhuo was happy, but Yan Jingzhi was stunned. Her fingertips trembled, and the cup in her hand fell to the ground with a thud. "Write a book?"
"Well, now that you're in my household, any further acting would be going too far."
Wen Zizhuo still had plenty of patience. After glancing at the cup on the ground, he said, "But don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly. I'll give you 60% of the profits."
"Just like when you worked with them back then."
"Your Highness, may I see what book it is?" Yan Jingzhi had a bad feeling and cautiously probed.
Seeing Wen Zizhuo's hesitant expression, she quickly added, "I haven't written anything in a long time, and I've forgotten what I wrote before."
Wen Zizhuo had no suspicions and immediately got up and took a few books from the side.
Yan Jingzhi quickly took it from the side and opened it to take a look.
Goodness, the Four Great Classical Novels.
My world has completely collapsed!
She said that the reason Wen Zizhuo said those words earlier was because the original owner of the body had also transmigrated into the book and had even chosen a side from the beginning.
"So, have you remembered anything now?"
"Your Highness, if I told you that I didn't actually write these books, would you believe me?" Yan Jingzhi closed the book, lowered her head, and took the initiative to show weakness.
To everyone's surprise, Wen Zizhuo was not surprised and said calmly, "You explained before that this is not important, as long as you can write a new story."
Yan Jingzhi's heart died even more.
Let alone asking her to write these literary masterpieces, even an 800-word essay for an exam would break her spirit. How could she possibly write one?
She took a deep breath and decided to confess: "If I can't write it..."
"If I can't write, I'll go into seclusion until I can."
Wen Zizhuo's patience had run out after listening to Yan Jingzhi's repeated excuses. He even felt that she didn't want to cooperate with him and was deliberately lying to him.
After saying this, he got up and didn't even stay overnight.
Yan Jingzhi stared at Wen Zizhuo's retreating figure, her expression one of astonishment.
Seclusion?
No, this is imprisonment.
Help! She really wants to go home now.
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