Chapter 25: A gentleman in practice is not a gentleman at all times. …
Picking up the six-inch wolf-hair brush, dipped it in black ink, Yan Jing lowered his eyes on the rice paper and wrote the next line of text.
"Master Yan, we have interrogated all the detained believers in the past two days. Most of them were recommended by relatives and friends and do not know much about the specific affairs of the top leaders. After criticism and education, they have been released in batches."
Huang Ben held the information he had obtained from the investigation and reported to Yan Jing slowly: "According to the instructions of the adults, we provided each of them with an opportunity to get back on track in life in the form of an 'accident'. About 30% of them chose to work hard to seize the opportunity."
"The rest are looking for [Chu Yang]."
The pen tip paused slightly. Yan Jing had expected this, and said calmly: "In a few days, find a few good actors to stage a scene where [Chu Yang]'s trick is exposed and he is arrested. Remember that [Chu Yang] must cry bitterly and regret his decision."
"I will go to the downtown area regularly to explain [God's Magic], and I will teach you one by one."
[Chu Yang] should disappear in the same way as he appeared.
"Sir," Huang Ben said hesitantly, "Excuse me for being blunt, but Chu Yang is a very useful chess piece."
Without even raising his eyelids, Yan Jing raised his voice, "Make Chu Yang disappear."
In troubled times, faith is the most easily monetizable resource.
It can be manpower, wealth, or even soldiers.
But he doesn't need to cheat or trample on other people's hopes to get what he wants.
Man-made gods are nothing but the product of extreme and paranoid desires.
If it becomes a flood, it will eventually destroy the world.
"Yes." His master had spoken, so Huang Ben stopped trying to persuade him. He lowered his head and responded, then continued to report the next matter.
"Regarding An Le, who the Lord asked to be investigated yesterday, it has been confirmed that he is not the son of a powerful family in the capital, and he is not on the prince's banquet list."
Yan Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes darkened.
Liu Qing was the female companion he brought to the banquet in full view of everyone, and what Anle did was nothing more than slapping him in the face in public.
There are many people who hate Yan Jing, but he is the first one who is not afraid of death.
I thought he had the confidence because of his wealthy family and strong background, but I never imagined that he was just an unknown person who sneaked into the party.
Then, Anle is not necessarily a reckless person who is not afraid of death. Rather, he seems to want to achieve a goal that is more important to him than death.
Is this purpose related to him or Liu Qing?
"The specific identity is still being investigated." Huang Ben's voice was flat and indifferent, "Next is Miss Liu Qing."
Yan Jing raised his eyes and looked at Huang Ben.
"Yesterday, Miss Liu Qing asked Chuntao to deliver a letter home. Today, Liu Jin, the master of the Liu family, started to buy a house to take in orphans without any support. It is named 'Ciyuxuan'."
"The baby that Miss Liu brought from the outskirts of the city last week was also placed there."
Yan Jing couldn't help but chuckle. In a situation where everyone was in danger, she was willing to pay out of her own pocket to do thankless tasks just to uphold the morality in her heart.
It's really her style.
Just at this moment, three knocks on the door were heard, and Huang Ben's voice stopped abruptly.
Yan Jing glanced sideways and saw a touch of aqua blue clothing.
There was only one person in the whole mansion who wore such colors.
After Wen Ying got Geng You's consent, she entered the room and saw the smiling dark eyes. She couldn't help but smile along with him: "What good thing happened to Lord Yan today?"
Huang Ben placed the documents in his hand on Yan Jing's desk and tactfully withdrew.
"The war has slowed down a bit due to the snow," Yan Jing concealed the truth without changing his expression, his eyes like light shining on glass, "If things go well, the soldiers should be able to reunite with their families during the New Year."
Hearing this, Wen Ying slightly widened her eyes and smiled even more: "That's really great news."
There should still be some of her father's old subordinates among the soldiers in Ruixue City, and she has always been a little worried.
We donated some cotton-padded clothes and quilts to the border a few days ago, fearing that when winter comes, more people will freeze to death than die in battle.
After hearing Yan Jing say this, I felt like the heavy stone in my heart was relieved a little.
Wen Ying walked forward a few steps and, as usual, placed the pastries she had made on the sandalwood table next to the study.
But just as he put it down, he heard Yan Jing calling softly, "Miss Liu, can you come over for a moment?"
Just as she was about to open the box, her hand paused and Wen Ying suppressed the emotions surging in her eyes.
Yan Jing never let her get close to the desk full of documents.
Holding back her madly beating heart, Wen Ying tried to keep her tone as gentle as possible and said, "Okay, sir."
When did the change begin? What did she do yesterday?
Wen Ying walked over while quickly reviewing yesterday's memories in her mind.
Carriages, banquets, love poems...
Compared to her previous work, she didn't seem to be doing anything different... No, something was different.
She unconsciously made more physical contact than usual.
She has a certain degree of confidence in "Liu Qing"'s face.
Her mother was recognized as the most beautiful woman in Ruixue, so her original appearance was outstanding.
The appearance of "Liu Qing" is adjusted to be gentle and charming on the basis of her original appearance. There should be few men in the world who can resist it.
Therefore, before, whether it was a chance encounter or gift giving, she preferred to seduce with her looks.
But now Yan Jing has changed, could it be...
To know this, one must practice it personally. (Note)
"Miss Liu gave me a jade pendant a while ago. It was really quite valuable. I have been looking for an opportunity to return the gift."
Yan Jing took out a wooden object from the desk drawer. The surface of the box was inlaid with a plum blossom pattern made of exquisite mother-of-pearl. The fine shell fragments sparkled with a soft yet luxurious luster.
"This is a bracelet I bought by chance at an auction house. I wonder if it would be appropriate as a return gift."
He pushed the wooden box in front of Wen Ying, and when he was about to take his hand back, he was stopped by a soft and warm touch.
The girl's breath flowed from the point of contact along the blood vessels to the heart. Yan Jing curled his fingertips slightly, looked up and saw the bright smile.
"Lord Yan is so kind to me. I really don't know how to repay you." Wen Ying bent down and placed her hand on the back of the man's hand, feeling the light elastic touch and faint pulse from his fingertips.
Seeing that Yan Jing did not refuse, nor did he avoid her like before, Wen Ying wrapped her hands around the man's and slowly lifted them to her heart.
It didn't take much effort, as if he was raising his hands according to his own movements.
"Can you..." The girl's eyes were like the strings of a zither, and a slight blink of the eyes touched all his senses. "Can you teach me?"
"What would make you happy?"
Yan Jing's throat was dry and his eyes gradually darkened.
He suddenly withdrew his hand, and Wen Ying fell towards him due to inertia. The pens, ink, paper and inkstone that fell in panic made a slight and chaotic sound.
The girl subconsciously supported herself on both sides of the man, with her knees pressed on his thighs, her almond-shaped eyes staring blankly at the cold face so close to her.
The warm breath flowed between the two of them, the sandalwood scent mixed with indescribable emotions, almost suffocating her.
This was the first time she looked at a man's face so closely.
In the past, I only knew that he had a very good appearance, and when I described him in detail, he was even more amazing.
Her eyebrows are like ink paintings, her eyes are like stars, her eyelashes are long and feathery, and her thin lips have soft lines. Just like her, she is wrapped in a coldness that keeps people at a distance, yet a warmth that captivates people.
In a moment, he stretched out his long arms and embraced the girl's waist. The unique masculine breath and warmth instantly enveloped her whole body, making Wen Ying's heart pound.
Yan Jing hooked his hand and lifted Wen Ying's chin, his eyes were obscure and his gaze fell heavily on the girl's lips.
They were so close that Wen Ying didn't even dare to speak. She couldn't help but hold her breath and stare at the man's lowered eyes.
The sound of her heartbeat filled her ears, and she couldn't tell if it was her own or his.
After a long silence, the voice that was usually as white as snow became a little hoarse from the mortal world:
"Miss, a gentleman is not a gentleman at all times."
"Please stand still."
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"So you ran back?"
Chun Tao looked at her young lady with a look of disappointment: "What a great opportunity! We should seize the opportunity!"
"The situation is a bit complicated..." Wen Ying covered her face with her hands, not sure whether she was regretful or shy.
"And that was just his whim. Maybe he's looking for a crack in the ground like me now."
Chun Tao shook her head in great disappointment and said angrily, "Miss, how should I describe you?"
Her young lady was smart and capable, but she was always clueless about love affairs.
Chun Tao was helpless. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of an exquisite wooden box. She frowned unconsciously and asked Wen Ying, "Is this a gift from Lord Yan?"
Wen Ying followed his gaze and nodded slightly: "Yes, I haven't seen what he gave me yet."
Chun Tao's curiosity was aroused. She stepped forward, took the wooden box, and placed it on the table in front of Wen Ying: "Miss, why don't you open it and take a look. The gift from Lord Yan should not be bad."
Wen Ying nodded, stretched out her slender fingers, placed them on the edge of the box lid, and gently opened it.
The flickering candlelight illuminates the emerald green of the jade, and the extremely clear jade bracelet lies quietly in it.
"Oh my god, this bracelet is so beautiful. This high-quality jadeite can buy half of China, right?" Chuntao exclaimed in amazement, "Lord Yan gave it to Miss like this. He is really generous."
Wen Ying was also dazzled for a moment by the deep green color of the emerald.
Rich families love to play with jade, among which jadeite is the king of jade. It is not only used for aesthetic purposes, but also a symbol of status.
Just like Yan Jing’s ring.
Even if "Liming" was given the one he wore most often, he would still wear a lesser quality one on his hand as a replacement to show his status.
Thinking of this, Wen Ying suddenly felt that the color of the bracelet in front of her was extremely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
An idea suddenly came to her mind, and she stood up and trotted to open the secret compartment of the wardrobe. She rummaged through the exposed nightgown for a while, touched a ring and took it out.
Come back and gently place it next to the bracelet.
The two extremely similar shades of emerald green complement each other.
Wen Ying had learned how to identify jade, so she could tell the difference at a glance.
This bracelet and the Prime Minister's original ring were cut from a piece of plate and have the same origin.
Such jades of the same origin, which symbolize status, are usually given to relatives...
Or a couple.
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