Chapter 1: Even though my life is gone, I still want to eat
In the study, Jing Siye was concentrating on handling government affairs.
The door was gently pushed open, and a man dressed in servant's clothes walked in cautiously, carrying a cup of steaming tea.
"Your Majesty, please have some tea."
Jing Siye raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes:
"Who are you?"
Zhu Wenqin, who had just mustered up the courage to volunteer, felt her legs and feet go weak and her heart instantly rose to her throat:
Will the rumored Zhaonan Palace be so violent and cruel that it will cost him his life?
No, don’t be afraid, stay calm.
He had managed to sneak into the main courtyard with great difficulty, just to find an opportunity to get close to Jing Siye, to find out the truth about his uncle's persecution, and to avenge himself for being abandoned by his family.
He gritted his teeth, forced himself to calm down, and after calming down, he replied respectfully:
"Your Highness, I am new here. Brother Li, who just brought me tea, has a stomachache and is having a hard time. He went to the toilet, so I brought him tea. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
Jing Siye's many years of military experience had made him extremely alert. When Zhu Wenqin just came in, he smelled a strange scent and was paying attention to the newcomer's reaction.
Jing Siye sat in the upper seat, looking at the "newcomer".
Zhu Wenqin lowered her head, holding the tea in both hands and raising it above her head respectfully. Her posture was a little stiff, and her attempt to appear natural was full of flaws in Jing Siye's eyes.
Although he tried hard to hide it, the exposed skin had a pink hue. Looking at his hands holding the tea tray, his fingers were long, white, and had distinct joints.
Such a delicate little servant?
There is a problem!
Jing Siye opened his thin lips and said, "Bring it forward."
When Zhu Wenqin heard this order, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself:
Fortunately, no one was discovered.
This King Zhaonan doesn’t look that powerful!
Otherwise, I would have lost my life today.
He calmed himself down, bent his body, and walked slowly forward with the tea in his hand.
Just when he was about to relax, he suddenly felt an obstruction under his feet. He looked down and found that he had accidentally stepped on his robe in his panic.
Before he could react, his body fell forward uncontrollably and he stumbled to the ground.
The tea tray in his hand instantly slipped out of his control, and the "clang" sound was particularly harsh in this quiet study.
This caused the guards outside to rush in quickly.
Qi Fengqi, the guard who rushed to the front:
"Protect the prince!"
While shouting, he rushed to Jing Siye as fast as he could and used his body to protect Jing Siye firmly behind him.
Then, everyone got ready and surrounded Zhu Wenqin, who was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.
Zhu Wenqin felt a surge of despair in his heart.
He endured the pain, covered his head with his hands, and struggled to get up:
"Your Highness, I'm sorry. I deserve to die. I didn't mean to do that..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a warmth in his hand that was covering his head. He subconsciously took it down and saw that his palm was bright red.
It's blood!
"Blood, blood...someone come, someone come!"
Zhu Wenqin was so frightened that she lost her mind, stomped her feet around without any control, and screamed in fear.
At that moment, he still thought he was still in Zhujiazhuang. Whenever he encountered danger, he only had to call for help and the servants would come to protect him.
When his vision gradually cleared and he saw the strange and oppressive environment around him, he realized:
This is in front of King Sonam who kills without blinking an eye.
It's all over now.
Zhu Wenqin only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, his legs could no longer support the weight of his body, and he fainted on the ground.
Li Han, who had just finished using the toilet, rushed over and looked at the unconscious Zhu Wenqin. He knelt down hurriedly with a plop:
"My Lord, I deserve to die. Please punish me."
Jing Siye sat back in the upper seat, his posture was straight, his eyes were as deep and cold as a cold pond, and he said in a low and majestic voice:
"I will definitely punish you, let me first explain what happened."
Li Han didn't dare to look directly into the prince's eyes:
"Just now I was in a hurry and couldn't hold it any longer. Zhu Wenqin happened to pass by and offered to help me deliver tea to the prince. I agreed. I didn't expect this to happen. It was all my negligence."
Jing Siye: "Zhu Wenqin? How come I have never seen him before?"
Li Han quickly explained, "He has only been here for two days. I heard that he was originally a rich young man from Yancheng, not far from Beijing. Later, his family fell into poverty, and he brought his mother all the way to Beijing. His mother was seriously ill and was met by Steward Xin. He felt really sorry for him, so he let him do some chores in the mansion."
Jing Siye tapped the tabletop with his fingers, making a rhythmic sound:
"From his reaction just now, he seems to be from a wealthy family, but as for the purpose of coming to the palace——"
Having gone through countless calculations and struggles, Jing Siye, whose heart has long been as hard as iron, does not believe that there are any "poor people" in the world for no reason.
Looking at Zhu Wenqin who had fainted on the ground, he coldly spat out three words: "Wake him up by pouring water on him."
Upon hearing this, Qi Feng immediately stood up and asked the person next to him to fetch some cold water.
After a while, a basin of ice-cold water was poured on Zhu Wenqin's body with a "splash", and Zhu Wenqin shuddered all over.
He slowly opened his eyes, closed them, and opened them again—
Yes, this is not a dream.
It was indeed in Prince Zhao's mansion, and the knife was already on her neck. Zhu Wenqin regretted not listening to her mother's advice:
Reckless!
What should I do? I'm afraid that my life, Zhu Wenqin, will be lost in the hands of this big devil today. 】
[…Mother, I am sorry that I cannot fulfill my filial duty in front of you. 】
Jing Siye: Who is talking?
He looked around and saw that everyone had their mouths shut.
[Uncle, Qin'er is sorry for not being able to help you find out the truth. 】
[But, but Qin'er doesn't want to die yet...]
[Qin Er is only 19 years old...]
As Zhu Wenqin thought about it, she began to sob in grievance.
Jing Siye's gaze fell on Zhu Wenqin again, with even greater confusion in his eyes. After repeated confirmation, he finally confirmed that the voice came from the servant sitting on the ground.
Moreover, these were not just words that came out of his mouth, but what was in his heart!
Jing Siye couldn't help but doubt his ears and even shook his head, wondering if he had been too tired these days and was hallucinating?
Or am I possessed by a demon?
[The roast duck in Beijing is so delicious, I drool just by smelling it.]
[There is also rice cake from the south of the city, which I have only eaten once...]
[And the cakes from Lian Kwai Fong…]
Jing Siye: ...
What is this connected to?
You're almost dead and still thinking about eating.
[How about I ask the prince to give it a try?] 】
Zhu Wenqin raised her head, but her thoughts suddenly paused:
【ah? Is this the brutal and cruel devil in the rumors? 】
Just now, out of extreme fear, Zhu Wenqin didn't even dare to look up at Jing Siye.
At this moment, he was in doubt about whether he would live or die, so he mustered up the courage to look up:
Jing Siye was wearing a black brocade robe, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his sword-like eyebrows were slanted into his temples, his eyes were deep and bright, and his coldness revealed an innate nobility and majesty, which made Zhu Wenqin a little dazed for a moment.
[It turns out that the big villain is more handsome than the brothers in Nanpu Pavilion. 】
Jing Siye: ...
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