Yuelang was clearly spending his own money, yet he still received a disparaging remark. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted at him.
"Jingyan, once you're in Anguo, don't get too cocky!"
The noise Yuelang made startled Yuejiang, who was immersed in the joy of their reunion, causing her to instinctively shrink back to her senses.
Jing Yan slowly withdrew his gaze and first thanked Yue Lang: "I was rude. The money that the young prince spent was to cover for me. I will repay him when I return to Jingguo."
Yue Lang looked down on him and scoffed, "Hmph, I don't need it. I can easily spend more than that amount of money every day. Why would I need to ask you for a debt?"
“You don’t need to return it to him. You shouldn’t have gone to Anguo with him. He almost tried to sell you to An Chenghuan,” Yue Jiang glared at Yue Lang and revealed to Jing Yan the thoughts Yue Lang had harbored.
“I had anticipated this possibility, but only the young prince could help me see you. He hasn’t done it yet, so I still have to thank him.”
Jing Yan stood up, walked around the table to Yue Jiang, and couldn't help but take her hand. The long-lost longing turned into intense greed, and he wished he could hold Yue Jiang in his arms.
However, with Yue Lang present, he managed to restrain himself.
Jingyan's words shocked both Yue Jiang and Yue Lang. Yue Lang retorted, "Jingyan, don't be wise after the event. If I wanted to give you away, I could still hand you over to An Chenghuan right now."
Yue Jiang no longer cared what Yue Lang was angry about. She couldn't believe it and said urgently, "Are you crazy? You know that if An Chenghuan catches you, he will definitely not let you live."
"You knew Yue Lang had ulterior motives, yet you still let him bring you here. How are you going to get out?"
Jing Yan relaxed, not wanting Yue Jiang to be too anxious, and whispered in her ear: "I have a way, but I didn't tell him."
The two began to whisper among themselves. Yue Lang's brows furrowed even more, and he clenched his fist, saying, "You're wary of me, aren't you!"
Yue Jiang felt a little relieved, but the more she looked at Jing Yan, the more distressed she became, her eyes once again filled with worry.
Unable to hold back her tears, Yue Jiang reached out to touch Jing Yan's chest, wanting to examine his scars, but Jing Yan immediately pressed her hand down, refusing to let her touch it further.
Seeing this, Yue Lang felt a pang of bitterness and resentment. He made sarcastic remarks to Jing Yan: "Watch your manners. My sister is about to become An Chenghuan's empress. What's with you touching her like that?"
Yue Jiang couldn't take it anymore. She turned around and said angrily, "Why do you talk so much?"
“Let’s go somewhere else to talk,” she said, looking around for a quieter place.
“Come with me,” Jing Yan nodded and pulled Yue Jiang upstairs.
Caught off guard, Yue Lang lifted his robe to give chase.
Yue Jiang turned around and stopped him: "You're not allowed to follow."
Immediately afterwards, Yue Jiang and Jing Yan went up to the second floor together.
Yuelang hesitated at the top of the stairs, watching the two people walking step by step. After struggling for a long time, she finally decided not to follow.
Only when feeling dejected did Yuelang remember something and grit his teeth to warn, "Don't look for a bed!"
Seeing that the person did not reply and had already disappeared, Yue Lang stayed downstairs, stamping his feet and pounding on the stair railing.
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Upon arriving at a guest room, Yue Jiang still forced Jing Yan to take off his clothes. She saw the long, unhealed scars on his shoulders and abdomen, and she wanted to touch them but dared not.
Yue Jiang burst into tears and couldn't help but complain.
"No wonder you look so pale. I heard you went to the battlefield again and have indeed taken many new wounds?"
“If something happens to you, what will happen to our Zhang’er? Who will protect him at such a young age?”
Jing Yan felt bitter and shook his head sadly: "I can't even protect you, how can I protect others?"
"Jiang'er, it's all my fault. I didn't realize that Jing Lu was still alive. In the past, I only thought that the disaster of Jing Kingdom was because our ancestors trusted An Kingdom too much. I didn't know that Empress Dowager Zheng had such a deep relationship with it."
"The State of Jing was fooled by Empress Dowager Zheng for more than forty years, and in the end, it even harmed you."
Yue Jiang: "It's not your fault. Who would have thought that the late emperor would trust his own people so easily? And who would have thought there would be a traitor among them?"
"I did suspect there might be a spy, and your thorough investigation was quite meticulous. I just didn't expect it to lead to Empress Dowager Zheng."
"I heard that Empress Dowager Cheng has passed away, Empress Dowager Zheng was deposed and buried early, and Father Emperor is also ill. You must be having a very difficult time these days."
When Yue Jiang was first trapped in An Palace, An Chenghuan only told her these things, all of which were troublesome matters of the Jing Kingdom. Yue Jiang couldn't help but think that Jing Yan must be overwhelmed with other matters.
Even if they don't save me or care about me, it's understandable, though I'm sad.
Who knew I'd get hurt like this because of her.
Now, Jing Yan is dressed in coarse cloth clothes from head to toe, inside and out.
Gone were the fine silks and satins, gone were the gold and jade ornaments, not to mention the risk of meeting her.
He was simple and unassuming, as if he were truly a family's accountant husband who came out to earn money to support the family.
Yue Jiang lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, and carefully gathered Jing Yan's clothes together, piece by piece.
Just as she pulled Jing Yan's half-undone shirt over her shoulders, Yue Jiang's hand was instantly grasped by Jing Yan, his large palm encircling and moving to the scabbed wound.
Yue Jiang looked up in a panic, and Jing Yan put his other arm around her waist and gently lifted her up to sit on the square table.
The other person also leaned closer, their breaths almost touching. At this point, Jing Yan stopped, and Yue Jiang stared straight at Jing Yan with her eyes wide open.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Yan held Yue Jiang's hand, which was still resting on his shoulder, and guided Yue Jiang's fingers to press gently against the scar.
Yue Jiang was afraid that such force would reopen Jing Yan's scar, and she was so anxious and distressed that she curled her fingers.
"Jingyan, what are you doing? You'll bleed in a minute."
Seeing Yue Jiang so anxious, with tears welling up in her eyes, Jing Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
However, her voice was hoarse and slightly choked: "In the past, after Jiang'er felt sorry for me, she would apply medicine to my wounds. I thought Jiang'er wasn't as distressed this time, so it's alright."
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