Chapter 3 The Tyrant is Flirting

Indoors.

Jun Lin sat on the edge of the bed, pinched the white strip on his chest with his fingertips, and pulled the bra tightly. The white strip stuck to the flesh and blood and was torn off with a "sting" sound. Mother Shen who was watching was terrified.

"King! No!"

She eagerly held Jun Lin's arm.

Jun Lin's eyebrows were gentle, and his eyes were calm and indifferent, as if the one in pain was not him: "It's okay, this little pain is nothing to me."

Carefully and slowly peeling off the white strip that had already stuck to her flesh and blood would only prolong the painful process, not to mention that she didn't think the physical pain was a big deal.

The responsibilities and suffocation that the king has to bear are a hundred times more severe than this.

If she couldn't even endure these, how could she have the patience to prepare for a tug-of-war with the one who wanted to unify the world?

Mother Shen felt pity for her and carefully treated the wound on her chest: "Wang, you have suffered these days."

Jun Lin: "Have you not heard about my tyranny over the years? This is what I deserve."

"I believe the king has his own reasons for doing this."

"Oh."

The emperor dressed as a man smiled softly. Shen actually understood her.

"Well, I'll explain the details to you later, but no matter what, the damage to the people has already been done, so I deserve to bear the brunt of the people's anger."

Her eyebrows were lowered, half hiding her emotions.

"I don't complain even if I'm alone."

She was the one who let the people down, she couldn't blame anyone.

Mother Shen's eyes could not help but turn red. She was clearly hurt so badly that she almost lost her life, how could she say so lightly that she didn't blame him.

After the bandage was done, she stopped wrapping her chest for fear of getting hurt. Shen's mother brought her a set of wide, new men's robes, which made the emperor look even slimmer and frailer.

It seemed that the fire in the mass grave had some magical healing power, and her injuries had been mostly repaired. After everything was dealt with, Shen's mother understood and called Shen's father and Shen Sinian in.

Jun Lin sat on the bed and stopped them from saluting. He waved his hand and said, "We are all family. Be more casual. Just treat me the same way you treat your father."

She also gave up calling herself "lonely".

The three of them were stunned and responded happily.

Wang said they are a family.

For these controllers, nothing could be more gratifying than this.

Jun Lin lifted his long eyelashes like crow feathers, his dark eyes were solemn and solemn: "Bingwen cast a curse on me, which gradually controlled my mind. I have rarely been sober in these years, and I have done many things that have let down the people."

Mr. and Mrs. Shen were stunned.

"How could that be?!"

In my impression, Bingwen followed the king like a little puppy. His heart and eyes were filled with the king's figure. Everyone could see his love for him. He also won the king's favor. Could it be that all this was fake?

Shen Sinian was confused but did not reveal it, as he was unaware of these matters.

She put her hands together, bent her upper index finger, and rhythmically tapped the back of her lower hand again and again.

Jun Lin was also feeling uncomfortable. It had been twenty years since she was transported from the womb to the present day. Apart from the years when she was still a toddler and unable to move and was controlled, she had very little time to understand this world on her own. She was not very clear about some of the mysterious things, such as the "Witchcraft Art" of southern Xinjiang and the "Occult Art" of the Snow Region. That's why she accidentally got tricked.

It was a feeling of betrayal.

But it doesn't matter.

She will always pay back what she has suffered.

The king with gorgeous eyebrows and eyes raised his lips with great interest: "This is forcing me to kill him."

Her smile was harmless and she said cheerfully, "Then I will do as he wishes."

The first thing to do when you return to the palace is to take his head.

Bullshit about the relationship of more than ten years as childhood sweethearts. Since Bingwen dared to stab her with the sword, she would cut off the past and turn her back on him.

She had never suffered such humiliation in her life. It was really unpleasant to be stabbed in the back by someone you trusted.

She had long since torn off the label of childhood sweetheart and clearly labeled him as her mortal enemy.

Hearing this, the three people's eyes lit up surprisingly. They were afraid that Emperor Jing would be disturbed by the invitation, but they didn't want it to be so quick and easy.

She felt sleepy again, her eyelashes drooped for a few times, but she forced herself to open them again, "You two go and investigate the matter of the witches who can control people in the southern border first, and report any news to me immediately. After the injury is stable, I will return to the palace to take back my position."

"yes!"

Father Shen was still suspicious: "But King, what if he ascends the throne before you return to the palace?"

Jun Lin sneered: "Without the imperial seal, he cannot be king. The people still have to recognize the seal. Even if he is in power now, he still cannot hold much real power."

Mother Shen was relieved immediately, and the woman said gently: "Is the jade seal in the hands of that gentleman?"

Jun Lin smiled but said nothing.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen looked at each other and laughed knowingly.

The young boy who had been listening carefully the entire time looked confused.

Who am I, where am I, and what do I do?

What kind of nonsense is this?

But he soon understood. After meeting the man, he realized that the king had a vicious dog, as dull as a tree and as ferocious as a beast.

Afterwards, the Shen couple reluctantly placed their son beside Jun Lin, and said sincerely: "Please train him more, so that he can better mobilize the Shen family for your dispatch."

He also had a selfish motive, hoping that the king would take him into the harem.

Father Shen said sincerely: "King, let him come with you so that he can serve you all the way."

The word "junlin" carries a deep meaning: "serve?"

She pronounced the last two words in an alluring and graceful way, and she joked to the confused boy who looked like, "What kind of development is this? I don't understand what it means to serve my parents." She said, "Did you hear me? You have to serve me well in the future."

The cold and taciturn boy looked at her anxiously, tightened and loosened his fists at his side, and said solemnly: "I will serve the king well."

As for serving someone, of course the feelings will deteriorate and you will want to commit inappropriate acts.

Jun Lin was amused by his overly serious expression, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Shen Sinian was puzzled and looked at her seriously: "King?"

She patted her stiff cheeks and said cheerfully, "Nothing, I just feel happy when I see you."

The handsome and steady boy was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were filled with gentleness. He blinked and said seriously: "The king loves me."

Jun Lin looked at him calmly: "Why, you are happy too?"

He nodded: "Yeah."

The Shen family’s control is not fake!

Only a fool would be unhappy to be favored by the king!

Jun Lin was very satisfied: "I like this child very much, follow me from now on."

The couple immediately looked at each other in surprise, there's hope!

"Thank you for your grace, King!"

"Thank you for your grace, King!"

The young man also bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty, it is an honor."

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Off topic

"Jiji has many lands and is endowed with the virtue of literature."

Named Bingwen.

This is a little childhood sweetheart destined to be ravaged by a tyrant!

Because I'm bored, I'm starting a naming series now! I won't do that when I'm not bored anymore, hahahaha