Chapter 65: Return in Seven Days
Zhu Wenqin was filled with sorrow and grievance, and ran all the way to the gate of the mansion.
Just as he was about to step out of the mansion, Jing Siye finally caught up with him.
He reached out and tightly grasped Zhu Wenqin's arm, eagerly explaining:
"Qin'er, listen to me, it's really not what you think."
But Zhu Wenqin's mind was full of the scene he had just seen. He shook off Jing Siye's hand and shouted:
"You're a liar. You're a liar. I'm never going to trust you again."
After saying that, he turned around and tried to run out again. In his panic, he didn't notice the steps under his feet. He missed a step and fell straight forward.
At this critical moment, two figures flew over, and afterimages, one black and one red, passed through the air.
Nangong Ling in red moved quickly and caught Zhu Wenqin steadily.
He held the frightened Zhu Wenqin in his arms, still with that cynical smile on his face, and teased:
"Hey, Prince Zhaonan, you came out in your middle clothes early in the morning to chase the little guy. Did you get kicked out of bed, or were you caught in bed?"
Jing Siye's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. He shouted in a low voice:
"Nangong Ling, put him down."
Nangong Ling didn't care and replied provocatively:
"No, I got it first."
Jing Siye gritted his teeth and asked, "I didn't send you a message, what are you doing here?"
Nangong Ling raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:
"Why, do I have to have you send a message before I can come? I can come whenever I want."
Jing Siye took a deep breath, tried to suppress his inner anger, and tried to make his tone calmer:
"Nangong Ling, let's talk business."
Nangong Ling then slowly put Zhu Wenqin down, crossed his arms, and said nonchalantly:
"It's nothing serious, I just came to get the money."
Jing Siye frowned slightly when he heard this: "Silver? Didn't I give you 100,000 taels for the last incident?"
Nangong Ling curled her lips, as if it was a matter of course:
"That's what I deserve. This time it was paid for by those two people. You also know that your... ahem..."
"That person is very picky. I have to spend a lot of money every day to provide them with food and clothing. This is all hard-earned money."
Jing Siye couldn't help but complain: "No matter how stingy I am, I can't make you broke. You are really stingy."
Nangong Ling was unhappy when she heard this and retorted:
"Ha, if I don't give a little money to you, King Zhaonan, where else can I give? You, King Zhaonan, have properties all over the country, and you are extremely rich. I just took a small amount of money, but you are still distressed."
Zhu Wenqin was originally immersed in her own sadness, but after hearing their conversation, she couldn't help feeling regretful. He thought to himself:
[It turns out that the prince is really so rich. Isn't it a bit of a loss for me to leave like this?]
[At least you have to earn some living expenses so that you can have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life. 】
[He had previously given me the privilege of entering and leaving the accounting office at will, but I have never used it once. 】
[Why am I so unlucky...]
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and he actually started crying.
Jing Siye listened to Zhu Wenqin's inner thoughts, feeling helpless. He raised his hand to support his forehead, and his tone softened:
"Qin'er, listen to me and I will explain it to you. Things are really not what you think."
Zhu Wenqin couldn't listen at all and sobbed:
"I don't care. You are. I saw it with my own eyes. You hugged that woman."
Jing Siye hurriedly explained: "She did that on purpose. She was plotting against us..."
Nangong Ling, who was standing by, had a look of delight on her face as she listened to the argument between the two with great interest, and instantly understood what was going on.
Not only did he not help to clarify, but he added fuel to the fire by saying:
"Yes, Guard Zhu, don't listen to his explanation, believe what you see."
After saying that, he made a face at Jing Siye.
Jing Siye glared at Nangong Ling fiercely:
"Stop making trouble there. Go to my account office and withdraw the money you want. Get out of here now."
Nangong Ling didn't care about his anger at all and said with a smile:
"Of course I will go, but,"
He suddenly looked at Zhu Wenqin, a sly look flashing in his eyes.
"Guard Zhu, do you want to come with me? I will take you to some fun places and meet ..."
"Nangong Ling, how dare you!"
Jing Siye immediately interrupted him.
"What crime are those two people charged with now? If Qin'er goes there, she would be an accomplice even if she did nothing."
"What crime? What accomplices?" Zhu Wenqin's face was full of confusion, with tears still in her eyes. She was completely confused by the inexplicable topic they were talking about.
He only knew that his uncle was kidnapped by the Third Prince and masked gangsters, and he knew nothing else.
Nangong Ling scratched his head, thinking about how to explain to Zhu Wenqin.
At this moment, Qi Feng came hurriedly holding Jing Siye's outer robe and reported respectfully:
"My Lord, Miss Wang is here."
When Nangong Ling heard this, her expression suddenly changed. Once Wang Zhiyan knew about his relationship with Jing Siye, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.
He didn't have time to think about it, he stretched out his arms and picked up Zhu Wenqin without saying a word. He moved swiftly and as fast as lightning, and before anyone could react, he had already soared into the air. He only left a message saying "I will send it back in seven days" and then disappeared at the end of the street.
Wang Zhiyan walked out of the door gracefully and looked around anxiously, but there was no sign of Zhu Wenqin.
All she saw was Jing Siye standing there in a dishevelled state, his clothes disheveled and his hair in disarray.
Seeing this scene, she felt an irrepressible excitement in her heart, and thought to herself:
"That vixen was finally driven away by me?"
She could hardly believe her eyes, and looked around carefully, but there was indeed no trace of Zhu Wenqin.
In an instant, she was so excited that she lost herself in excitement. She twisted her waist more and more exaggeratedly when she walked, and every step she took was an attitude of victory.
Jing Siye's face was gloomy. He coldly took the robe from Qi Feng's hand and put it on quickly.
After quickly tidying up his clothes, he strode onto his horse, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and galloped towards the palace.
Only Wang Zhiyan was left standing there, the smile on her face gradually freezing.
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