There was actually no special reason as to why she had sex with Jian Yuyan. It was not because she liked or valued Jian Yuyan. It was just because of her status and situation.
It's really funny to see an actor pretending to be noble.
Even if Yan Yiming thought about it now, he would not feel that Jian Yuyan was closer to him than other people because of this incident. However, it was obvious that Jiang Yi cared a lot and was very upset about it, and even wanted to take Jian Yuyan's life because of this incident.
Yan Yiming didn't think Jiang Yi was joking at all. According to Jiang Yi's thoughts and Jian Yuyan's current situation, Jiang Yi could silence Jian Yuyan just by talking.
Just like Jiang Yi said, if Jian Yuyan's identity is exposed, he will be doomed. But even if he really doesn't care, Yan Yiming still can't let Jian Yuyan die.
If Jian Yuyan died, her hope of returning home would be completely shattered, and she would have to stay here forever.
Yan Yiming panicked, and when he met Jiang Yi's eyes he shuddered. Compared to not being able to go home, having his identity exposed was nothing.
Yan Yiming looked into Jiang Yi's burning eyes with some difficulty and coughed unnaturally, "Young Master, this was actually an accident. I didn't mean to..."
"Accident?"
Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows, his expression becoming worse, "Did he force you?"
"No, no," Yan Yiming shook her head hurriedly. She didn't know how to explain to Jiang Yi. After thinking for a while, she said, "Young Master, everyone has their own way of living. At that time, I was an actor, exactly the same as the actresses in the Plum Garden and the Pear Garden. I was chosen by the dignitaries to make a living, and from then on, it belonged to them. I lived the same way as the girls in the garden, so there was no special reason."
"Even so, he still had you." Jiang Yi looked at her quietly, his finger slowly placed on the tip of her eyebrow and said, "I can't tolerate it."
Paranoia is a disease and it really needs to be treated. Yan Yiming was a little overwhelmed. Even if you can't bear it, please bear with it. What should I do if you can't bear it?
"Young Master," Yan Yiming raised his eyes and looked at him seriously, "The body at that time was not mine, so no matter what happened, you don't have to care so much. If Jian Yuyan really died, I wouldn't be too sad, but I still hope you can let him go, because his life is very important to me."
Jiang Yi picked up a strand of her long hair that was scattered on the pillow. His long eyelashes hid the thoughts hidden in his deep eyes and he said very naturally, "What about me?"
“…You are important too.”
"Well," Jiang Yi smiled, as if all the low pressure just now was like an illusion, disappearing without a trace, and said, "But what I want to ask is if I die, will you be sad?"
"You can even use this kind of stuff as a joke," Yan Yiming said helplessly, and heaved a long sigh of relief.
Jiang Yi did not ask why it was important for Jian Yuyan to be alive, and his mood had obviously improved. Yan Yiming said in a softer voice, "Now when I think of the four years I spent there, I still miss them. They were the most peaceful and comfortable days of my life. So if one day you were gone, I would definitely be sad and upset... Wait, young master, what are you doing now?"
Jiang Yi lowered his head and gave Yan Yiming a hot and wet kiss on his beautiful collarbone.
"I'm still kissing you. Why do you keep asking me this?" Jiang Yi bit her collarbone. The skin under his lips was delicate and warm. Jiang Yi had never been attached to women since Yan Yiming left for so many years, but now he was unable to suppress his urge.
His lips stopped at the chest. Jiang Yi raised his head and blinked at Yan Yiming. "Can we continue?"
Keep going, Yan Yiming grabbed the thin inner garment, "Do you really think the maids outside are deaf?"
"I didn't want to do that, what did you think?" Jiang Yi laughed sullenly, "I just wanted to..."
His fingers gently lifted the belt that Wan was not familiar with, and his palm fell on Yan Yiming's delicate waist. He put his hand around her thin waist and chuckled in her ear, "Take a look."
He looks like a gentleman but every word he says is ambiguous.
Many years ago, Jiang Yi, who was still a teenager, was like this too. He spoke sweet words to her and acted coquettishly while pressing on her, saying aggrievedly that he would not do anything, but his clothes would always fall off as they kissed each other.
The only thing he kept was that he never did it to the end. He said he would still stay in the wedding night.
She unhooked the silver hook that hooked the bed curtain with her backhand, and the layers of gauze blocked the vague figure. The candlelight flickered a few times and then returned to calm. Jiang Yi lay on the bed and asked her sideways, "Can you stay here to rest tonight?"
Yan Yiming closed his eyes and said, "No, we will be discovered."
"You are a fox fairy, how could anyone find you?" Jiang Yi laughed, "Okay, stop making trouble. I will be back before dawn."
Walk faster, Yan Yiming is feeling depressed.
After a while, Jiang Yi hugged her again, "Can I hold you while I sleep?"
"...Aren't you already holding it?"
Jiang Yi laughed out loud, got up from the bed, blew out the candles and came back. His clear voice was a little hoarse than usual. He lowered his head and kissed Yan Yiming's ear, "It's late, go to bed, I'll leave after four o'clock."
Yan Yiming closed his eyes, and after a while he fell asleep with shallow breathing. Jiang Yi, who had been claiming to be drunk, had clear eyes in the night without a trace of drunkenness. His slender fingers gently combed Yan Yiming's long hair.
Of course I drank a lot of wine, but I didn't get drunk.
He came here because he felt so upset and wanted to get things clear with Yan Yiming, but there were other reasons, such as confirming what influence he, the prince, Jian Yuyan and others had on Yan Yiming.
Although Yan Yiming did not give a direct answer, it did not affect Jiang Yi's guess which was almost correct.
Since Yan Yiming had no feelings for Jian Yuyan, there must be a reason why he saved him. Jiang Yi always remembered what Yan Yiming said when he just recognized him.
She said she never expected to be recognized, just like she never expected to come back here.
If I don't come back here, then where will I come back to?
So the fox fairy who came to the mortal world to experience hardships should have returned to heaven, but for some reason it still stayed in the mortal world.
Yan Yiming said that it was important for her that Jian Yuyan was alive. He had initially speculated that killing Jian Yuyan might cost her life, but now it seemed that there were other explanations. For example, if Jian Yuyan died, Yan Yiming might continue to stay here and would not be able to return to where she wanted to go.
He had just tested Yan Yiming. He asked her whether his death was important or not, and Yan Yiming replied that it was equally important.
It can be roughly inferred that in addition to Jian Yuyan, there is also herself, or the prince, they must all be alive to ensure that her goal is achieved. So she used the identity of Princess Lin'an to betray Prime Minister Jian, so as to protect Nangong Xuan's safety. She also deliberately revealed the news to Jian Yuyan, thus ensuring Jian Yuyan's safety.
He seemed to have found Yan Yiming's weak spot and found a way to make her compromise.
The fox fairy once walked through his world unscrupulously, but never thought that he would be caught.
Jiang Yi lowered his head and gently stroked Yan Yiming's cheek with his fingers. His handsome face looked even more fierce in the dark. Seeing Jiang Yi's changed expression, Little Apple huddled at the foot of the bed. Even though she knew Jiang Yi couldn't hear her voice, she still covered her mouth tightly and turned herself into a statue.
Although in its opinion, there seemed to be nothing happening tonight except for some invisible things, it inexplicably made people, no, made the machine uneasy.
Maybe it was because Jiang Yi's aura was too strong. Little Apple shrank her neck and didn't dare to sleep until someone knocked gently on the window at four o'clock. Jiang Yi then got out of bed quietly, tucked the quilt carefully, and left silently.
Little Apple finally breathed a sigh of relief, curled up at the foot of the bed again, covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes.
When he woke up, Jiang Yi had already left, and there was no sign that anyone had been there. If it weren't for the many red marks on his body that could not be covered, Yan Yiming would have even suspected that he was just dreaming last night.
After that day, Jiang Yi never broke into Yan Yiming's room at night again, and Yan Yiming breathed a sigh of relief.
The weather was getting colder and the Mid-Autumn Festival was getting closer. Three days before the fifteenth day, the King of Yue, who was far away in Peking, finally rode back to the capital at full speed.
Wei Xiongjie went specially to join in the fun, and when he came back he told her that the King of Yue and the Prince were indeed brothers as they looked very similar, but they only had a few days left to live.
Yan Yiming turned his head and looked at Wei Xiongjie who was determined to win. He really wanted to return the words to him, but when he thought about the more than half a year of acquaintance, although Wei Xiongjie was particularly fond of nagging, it seemed that he had not done anything wrong except that he stood on the wrong side.
He reached out and patted Wei Xiongjie on the shoulder, reminding him earnestly to be careful during the Mid-Autumn Festival, as saving his life was the most important thing.
Wei Xiongjie's eyes suddenly lit up, and when he was about to say something else, Yan Yiming stood up and turned to leave.
Wei Xiongjie sighed and watched Yan Yiming's back as he left. After a long time, he got up and went back to work. Now that time was getting closer, they had to start making final preparations.
The King of Yue returned to the capital, the Nangong clan finally gathered together, the prince was ready to go, Shao Jingyu's army had not yet returned, the northern army in the capital and the southern army in the palace were all under control, the emperor had no doubts so far and still entrusted him with important tasks, and all plans were flawless.
Now, we are just waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival to come slowly.
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