In Jian Yuyan's world, A Ming has been gone for four years.
He drew countless portraits of her in four years. Her appearance had been deeply engraved in his mind, and he could outline the familiar outline as soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper.
But Jian Yuyan never went to find Yan Yiming.
In his spare time, Yan Yiming checked what the four male protagonists and Jian Yuer had done in the past three years.
Although Nangong Xuan married a concubine, the position of Crown Princess was still vacant; Jian Yuyan gave up Jian Yuer, whom he had loved for more than ten years, and lived in seclusion from the secular world ever since; Jiang Yi has never married and still wears the faded silk ribbon and treats her parents well; Shao Jingyu buried her on the small hillside of Liujia Village. Just as she said, he never appeared in front of her grave, but he would appear here every year on the anniversary of his death, standing far away in silence at a place where he could just see the foot of the stone tablet until dawn the next day.
It seems that there is no difference, but it is not exactly the same. Looking at this situation coldly, Jian Yuyan is actually luckier than the others.
After all, A Ming just left and didn’t die.
If this situation happened to other people, not to mention Nangong Xuan, Shao Jingyu and Jiang Yi would definitely go to the ends of the earth to find the person. At that time, it would not matter if Ah Ming beat and scolded him, after all, only by finding the person would there be a chance to make amends.
But this person happened to be Jian Yuyan.
Yan Yiming's departure directly led Jian Yuyan to sentence himself to death, even though it was a life-saving fixed-term imprisonment.
Although no one can prove that she is still alive, no one can prove that she is dead, right? Yan Yiming glanced at the familiar portrait and asked sharply, "Why don't you go look for it? Can't, or don't dare, or don't want to?"
In the previous sentence, he angrily blamed the woman in front of him for asking her what she knew, but after this sentence, he realized that she knew more than he thought.
But even so, Jian Yuyan was unwilling to explain to her. He avoided Yan Yiming's gaze and said lightly, "Princess, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"Let's be frank. You and I both know each other's identities. Logically, we know each other well and don't need such an exaggerated way of meeting. However, due to the many eyes and ears in the capital, we still need to hide what needs to be hidden." Yan Yiming said leisurely while sitting on a chair nearby. "But these words are really hurtful. You are the husband chosen by my father. How can this matter have nothing to do with me?"
"The marriage chosen by King Jiangxia," Jian Yuyan chuckled, "I have never agreed to it."
"Then I don't understand this," Yan Yiming sighed, "The young master was unwilling to marry and even gave up his great cause because of that girl. It is indeed touching, but since that girl is still alive, he didn't go to find her whereabouts. It really makes me doubt the young master's friendship with that girl."
It was clearly their first meeting, but every word stung Jian Yuyan's heart. Even a good-tempered man like him could not bear her slander.
"Princess, be careful with your words." Jian Yuyan's eyes darkened, and his tone lost its previous impatience and became more serious and sad. "The relationship between her and me is not as simple as the princess thinks."
"I think this is very simple," Yan Yiming raised a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Since you still like her, you naturally want to go find her, but in the end you still don't, so you can only be unable to and dare not. It's sad to say that you are such a noble identity, but you are controlled by Prime Minister Jian and cannot leave the capital. So you can't find her, and you feel guilty about her, so you dare not go to find her. Sir, tell me, am I right?"
Jian Yuyan's eyes flickered, but Yan Yiming still refused to give in. He stood up and walked slowly towards him, speaking faster and faster.
"So you knew she might still be alive but you treated her as a dead person. Did I say that you were so angry? But this is the fact. In my opinion, she is more like an excuse for you to evade your identity and responsibility. I doubt whether you really love her. You have painted countless portraits of her over the years, but she can't see them at all. So who did you impress? Who did you let down by ignoring your work and becoming so decadent?"
Yan Yiming approached Jian Yuyan step by step and pressed him on the chair. He locked his eyes with his and slowly finished the last sentence.
"You are betraying your own conscience. The only person you are moved by is yourself, sir. It is actually that simple."
In the East Palace, Jiang Yi returned to the Jiang Mansion after discussing business with Nangong Xuan. People in the mansion said that Lord Wei came to visit.
Yan Yiming, Wei Xiongjie and others have been busy since they arrived in the capital. Now that they have some free time, Wei Xiongjie will naturally come to the Jiang Mansion to pay a visit to thank Jiang Yi for the courtesy of welcoming him that day.
Jiang Yi was not surprised and a smile appeared on his lips.
His Majesty privately ordered him to investigate King Jiangxia and his entourage. Wei Xiongjie came at the right time. If Wei Xiongjie had not come to find him, he would have taken the initiative to find him.
It was just that it was already past noon and too early for the evening. Wei Xiongjie must have chosen this time on purpose, which showed that Wei Xiongjie did not want to stay in the Jiang Mansion for too long.
Jiang Yi took off his official uniform, now wearing a moon-white gown, with long hair like black ink, which made him look like a scholar from the Wei and Jin dynasties. Seeing Wei Xiongjie, he smiled and said, "It is past lunch and too early for dinner, so I can only ask Lord Wei to have a taste of the tea in our house."
Wei Xiongjie could understand what Jiang Yi meant, but he said cheerfully, as if he didn't understand, "The tea in Lord Jiang's house must be extraordinary."
The tea was awarded by the emperor and the prince, so it was naturally good tea. Jiang Yi was in a good mood today and gave Wei Xiongjie enough face to make the tea himself, warming the tea and pouring water. His movements were smooth and extremely elegant and beautiful, but they looked particularly familiar.
After taking a sip of the tea, Wei Xiongjie was slightly surprised to say that Lord Jiang also liked Biluochun.
"It turns out that Lord Wei also likes this tea. I just happened to cater to Lord Wei's preferences."
"I prefer tea with a stronger flavor," Wei Xiongjie smiled, "but the princess only likes Biluochun."
Jiang Yi's heart moved.
She really likes Biluochun.
Jiang Yi paused while sipping his tea but his expression remained unchanged. Hearing this, he was only slightly surprised and said casually, "So you and the princess share the same hobby. If I have the chance, I will definitely ask the princess for a cup of tea."
"If the princess knew that Lord Jiang's tea-making skills were not inferior to hers, she would be extremely surprised. Interestingly, Lord Jiang's tea-making style was somewhat similar to the princess's." After saying this, she felt that it was not appropriate to compare a man with a woman, so she apologized immediately, "I didn't mean it otherwise, Lord Jiang, please don't blame me."
"No," Jiang Yi said calmly. He really couldn't help but pay attention to this sentence.
He liked Biluochun because of her, and he learned the skill of making tea by watching her movements. Wei Xiongjie now says that he and Princess Lin'an have some similarities in making tea.
Jiang Yi hid his doubts and smiled, "It's rare to meet a tea friend. Lord Wei's words have made me more interested. If I have time, I will definitely go and ask the princess for advice. I just don't know what the princess likes, or Lord Wei knows what kind of food the princess likes. If I am lucky enough to invite the princess, I can prepare it in advance."
Wei Xiongjie had a thousand thoughts in his mind, but he could not guess what Jiang Yi was thinking at the moment. Even if other things needed to be concealed, there was no need to hide the princess's favorite taste.
There was nothing wrong with Jiang Yi's words. Wei Xiongjie had liked Princess Lin'an for many years, so he remembered them clearly. While he was pouring them out, he did not notice that Jiang Yi's eyes were becoming increasingly deep and unfathomable.
A hazy fog gathered in my heart, I couldn't see clearly and was full of doubts.
Princess Lin'an.
Red Mole, Biluochun, tea art, favorite flavors.
It's such a shocking consistency that it's impossible not to notice.
It seems that apart from the relationship between Prince Jiangxia and Prime Minister Jian, what he needs to pay more attention to is how many unexpected similarities this Princess Lin'an has.
On the other side, Yan Yiming and Jian Yuyan, Xiao Pingguo suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no!" Yan Yiming frowned slightly, but it was not appropriate to ask at this moment, so he could only deal with Jian Yuyan's matter as soon as possible.
Her words were too direct, even sharp, like a sharp blade, mercilessly shattering all of Jian Yuyan's embellishments.
The screenwriter really made a huge joke. For the identity of the prince of the previous dynasty, both Jiang Yi and Shao Jingyu are a hundred times more suitable than Jian Yuyan, but this person happens to be Jian Yuyan.
Yan Yiming stood up slowly, moving his eyes away from Jian Yuyan's pale yet still beautiful eyebrows. After a long while, he said with a hint of sarcasm, "Of course, even if she really comes back now, you don't have the ability to protect her."
He had no ability to protect her back then, and he has even less ability to protect her now. Yan Yiming ruthlessly exposed him, so what have you done in these three years?
You lost your lover, and the responsibility you initially insisted on for your lover was also lost. So what did you get in the end?
Three years have passed, and Jian Yuyan seems to have changed, but he also seems to have not changed. After all, if he really changed, why would he end up in this situation?
Jian Yuyan asked her tiredly and even dazedly why she knew so much. Yan Yiming chuckled and said, "Because I am the daughter of King Jiangxia, and because I have the right to know everything."
Jian Yuyan lowered his eyelids.
"So you already knew everything."
"Yes," Yan Yiming said slowly.
"So you still want to marry me."
"Because I have my own purpose," Yan Yiming said, "There are too many things in life that need to be cherished. I want something more than love."
Jian Yuyan smiled and said, "Power?"
Of course not.
Yan Yiming avoided answering and focused on brainwashing Jian Yuyan, "Some things are destined to be incompatible, but since you have missed it, then find a way to make up for it again, no longer be restricted by Prime Minister Jian, find her back, tell her your difficulties, and she will definitely forgive you."
"Easier said than done."
"It's not easy, but I will help you." Yan Yiming raised the corners of his lips and said in a soft and seductive voice, "Sir, do you want to give it a try?"
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