Chapter 22 Tyrants are not so loyal

Jin Ge put the cup down, and his every move and gesture was filled with the dignity and elegance of a royal family, and his demeanor was graceful and elegant.

The hidden guards came out from the inner room and knelt before him respectfully to report: "Master, the one from the Zongheng family has arrived at the imperial city of Yue."

He sat in the main seat with a calm expression, his legs crossed and his fingers tapping rhythmically.

As if with eyes filled with dark mist, it cast a gentle gaze across the flowers and grass outside the door, looking far into the distance, and at the end there was only desolation.

His heart was overgrown with weeds, dark and damp like a swamp, not allowing a single ray of light to penetrate.

"Tell him that he can come to me if he needs funds."

The voice was empty.

This him is the King of Yue, his father.

The secret guards took the order and left quickly, leaving him alone, slumped in the chair like a boneless man. He yawned lazily, supported his head with one hand, and slowly closed his eyes with an unchanging faint smile on his lips.

With the sunlight shining in through the door, that beautiful face looked like a new moon, with snow piled on the flowers and trees.

Sitting here, it is so beautiful that one cannot take their eyes away.

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After leaving Jin Ge, she did not go to see the other male pet, but went straight to Wangchuan Pavilion, where her childhood sweetheart was imprisoned.

But as soon as they got nearby, the guards were about to salute in a hurry, but she stopped them silently with a look.

The soldiers quickly calmed down, trembling their bodies and trying to reduce their presence.

She suddenly glanced sideways and smiled, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Shen Sinian, who had been hiding perfectly and monitoring the surroundings, suppressed his inner joy and smiled happily.

Although the two of them only looked at each other for a brief second, their tacit understanding was self-evident and everyone knew what the other was thinking at the moment.

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and the man who was practicing calligraphy at the desk said calmly without even looking up, "Put the food aside, and leave now."

He was wearing only a moon-colored robe, with his hair loose, his soft hair cascading onto the table, and his clear and handsome eyebrows showing no emotion.

Like a flower dying on a sunny spring day.

The memory traveled through decades of time and suddenly returned to the first encounter in childhood.

Jun Lin said in a low voice: "Why, don't you look up at me?"

The familiar voice seemed distorted in the man's ears for a moment. He looked up blankly, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and the thick ink soaked and stained the white paper.

Her clear pupils reflected her beautiful face, as charming as a poppy. Just like when she was fifteen years old, she was so heroic and dazzling that people could not take their eyes off her.

But the five years of tyranny, her dull eyes and doll-like obedience made it so long since he had seen her so elegant and free.

He knew clearly that if Emperor Jing had not been controlled, he would have lived a great and glorious life now. It was he who personally ruined her life and brought shame upon her.

As his thoughts drifted, his lips trembled as he said, "You're here."

It is a sigh of no return: "Alin."

It was like a gust of wind blew across the two opposing people, stirring up the yellow sand in the middle. When they looked at each other through the hazy vision, they found that everything had changed.

Jun Lin suddenly felt a little sad, not much, but it was unbearable for her.

They first met as children, she was five and he was seven, and they held each other's hands for ten years.

But everything changed when she was fifteen. It was only then that she realized how terrible this world was and how terrible human hearts were.

No matter how cautious and careful you are, you still end up falling into unfamiliar territory and with unfamiliar people.

Jun Lin walked up to his side, lifted his coat and sat down casually. The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder, as if nothing had happened, but they both knew that they could never go back.

"My Bingwen is dead. You are not allowed to call me by the name A-Lin."

She glanced indifferently at the paper on the desk, which was filled with her name, which made her feel even more ridiculous.

Bingwen hid the sadness in his eyes, and when he looked up again, a warm and elegant smile was on his face: "Then your majesty, can you drink another cup with me?"

With a long arm, he took the wine pot and porcelain cup. Jun Lin sniffed and was slightly surprised: "Green plum wine?"

He smiled: "Yes."

A cup had been delivered to her. Jun Lin took it with a big laugh, playing with the glass and staring at the swaying wine, reciting with an unsure mood: "My lover comes riding on his childhood sweetheart, and plays with my green plum on the bed."

She casually threw the porcelain cup to the ground, and with a "clang" the wine spilled all over the floor, leaving Bingwen stunned.

She read out the next line expressionlessly: "Living together for a long time, the two children have no suspicion of each other."

"Hahahaha, childhood sweethearts? You want to put me in such an unkind and unjust situation, and want to kill me? Please give me some plum wine?"

She said cruelly, "Bingwen, you are too shameless."

The man said nothing, with a sad look in his eyes. In the past, she would call herself "I" to him and would always smile brightly and tell him about her great ambitions.

But now, suspicion and determination are everywhere.

She even suspected that the wine was poisoned and was unwilling to spill it.

Bingwen slowly closed his eyes, his eyes red.

Her body looked pitifully thin under the crescent-shaped robe.

My fingertips were trembling and I didn't even have the strength to make a fist.

But his life belongs to the King of Southern Xinjiang, and his mission has not been completed yet.

Looking at the emotionally struggling person in front of him, Jun Lin curled his lips: "Should I say he is worthy of being my childhood friend? He really looks like me."

The words were full of sarcasm.

"Don't blame yourself. I am just like you. For the sake of my mission, I can ruthlessly eliminate everything, including my lover."

Not to mention they are enemies.

The word "lover" completely stung his nerves. The man held her shoulders in disbelief, his expression showing embarrassment of being exposed: "Do you know what you are saying..."

"It's so sad to fall in love with a man who is the king of an enemy country."

She continued to provoke him.

"As a spies, you shouldn't have any feelings. Whether you're a childhood friend or an enemy, I look down on you."

His psychological defenses gradually collapsed. He stared blankly at her aloof posture, as if his soul had been sucked out of him. His body shook and he remained motionless.

"You will be imprisoned in this Forgotten Pavilion forever."

Jun Lin stood up, looked at him with complicated eyes, then walked out silently.

Instead of piercing his chest with the sword, the betrayed emperor was so calm that it gave Bingwen a chill.

The more she acted like this, the creepier he became.

When the person was about to disappear from the door, he asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Why... don't you kill me?"

Jun Lin paused, and a hint of sadness could be seen in his words: "Ten years, I still need time to let go."

The man's eyes turned pale, and he covered his eyes with one hand, letting the hot tears fall from between his fingers.

"So, you are the kindest and softest one..."

This will destroy you sooner or later.

He choked.

Jun Lin left the hall, muttering to himself in an inaudible voice: "It's time tonight."

The hidden Shen Sinian had a frightened look on his face and was on high alert.

Tonight, people from Southern Xinjiang will take Bingwen away.

She wanted to keep him and make the most of his last bit of value.

After all, now, they are the enemy, aren't they?

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ps: The mention of green plum wine here is simply a metaphor for the time when they were children. In fact, Bingwen does not know the real gender of the heroine, which means that there is no reveal!