Chapter 95 is no longer about the current regent, but...
But his feelings for her were a suppressed and unbearable affection, a burning love, which he kept hidden deep in his heart, not wanting her to know.
She had no idea what kind of jealousy she felt after learning that Su Xuanmao had made unwanted advances towards her.
She doesn't understand that feeling at all; she doesn't understand herself at all!
Just thinking about how she had finally become his wife, but her heart belonged to someone else, made Yan Jue extremely jealous. This jealousy had almost driven him crazy!
The thought of Su Xuanmao touching her wrist and her skin made Yan Jue feel uncomfortable.
However, his remaining rationality told him that the woman in front of him would not like him like this.
Yan Jue didn't know what was wrong with him. It was as if the emotions he had been suppressing in his heart had suddenly exploded. He stepped forward, one step at a time, getting closer to Chen Pingjin.
Shen Pingjin thought she had angered the man in front of her with her words, and took a step back somewhat timidly. But the next moment, the man's pleasant scent wafted over her.
Shen Pingjin couldn't help but swallow hard. "You, Yan Jue, what do you want to do?"
Yan Jue raised an eyebrow: "You say this is a secret, but is it because you still have feelings for Su Xuanmao?"
As if talking to himself, Yan Jue continued, "If it's not because of this, then it's most likely..."
Hearing Yan Jue say this, Shen Pingjin was almost laughing in anger. She interrupted Yan Jue in an icy tone: "Yan Jue, shut up!"
Yan Jue acted as if he hadn't heard him. "What do you want from me when you marry me? Maybe you think I'm easy to fool, or maybe... you look down on me?"
Shen Pingjin watched Yan Jue mutter to himself with amusement. Her porcelain-white face was cold and aloof. "Yan Jue, you care about me so much, could it be that you like me?"
Yan Jue was still talking non-stop, but when he heard what Shen Pingjin said, especially the word "like", he was startled and asked, "Shen Pingjin, what did you say?"
Ignoring the flutter in Yan Jue's eyes, Chen Pingjin said to herself, "Tell me, do you love me?"
Although she had turned into white light in her previous life and was about to disappear from the world, and had already heard Yan Jue say that he liked her and expressed his feelings, she still wanted to hear Yan Jue say that he liked her in person in this life.
Yan Jue was stunned. Had he heard correctly?
As if unsure, Yan Jue asked again, "Chen Pingjin, do you know what you're saying?"
Shen Pingjin said, "I know very well what I'm saying."
Yan Jue asked, "Really?"
Chen Pingjin: "Really?"
Seeing that Yan Jue seemed to have no reaction, Shen Pingjin suddenly felt it was pointless. "Yan Jue, if you don't want to answer, then forget it."
Shen Pingjin turned around and prepared to leave.
But suddenly a force came down on her shoulder, a force so strong it seemed it would break Shen Pingjin's shoulder.
Shen Pingjin suddenly remembered the moment when she fell into the water at the Spring Banquet when she was a child. It was a pair of long, strong hands that pulled her out of the water, preventing her from drowning in the lotus pond.
She suddenly felt that it wasn't the right time to expose some things yet.
Shen Pingjin turned around and met Yan Jue's dark eyes. "Do you always think that my mistake of marrying you was just an accident?"
Yan Jue had assumed that Shen Pingjin was still angry and unwilling to speak to him, but to his surprise...
Yan Jue nodded: "Wasn't it an accident?"
It felt as if a wad of cotton was stuffed into her chest, making Shen Pingjin feel strangely suffocated. She didn't know how to say what was stuck in her heart, but looking at the nonchalant expression on the man's face, she just wanted to tear him to pieces.
She could only say, "It's nothing, I was just being presumptuous."
Perhaps what she saw in her past life was just an illusion.
Shen Pingjin turned around, intending to leave this place; she didn't want to look at Yan Jue any longer.
Her gaze just now carried understanding, speculation… so many complex emotions. Suddenly, an absurd thought arose in my mind: could Shen Pingjin be…?
He grabbed Shen Pingjin's wrist: "Shen Pingjin, explain yourself first."
But the girl walking in front of him ignored him. Yan Jue watched as the clothes he was holding fell away little by little, then he let go, finally forming a perfect parabola.
As Yan Jue watched the woman leave, all the words he wanted to say turned into silence.
Shen Pingjin turned around: "Yan Jue, if that's what you think, then you don't need to talk to me anymore."
Yan Jue: "But, this..."
Shen Pingjin sneered, "Have you forgotten our original agreement? If not, do you intend to break it?"
Yan Jue was stunned. Time had passed too quickly. He had almost forgotten how he had discussed things with Shen Pingjin back then.
He carries a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he is not yet at the point where he can tell her.
Yan Jue sighed and finally turned around slowly. "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. I have overstepped my bounds, and I will not do it again."
Upon hearing this, Shen Pingjin's porcelain-white face instantly turned icy. She responded with a soft "hmm" and then walked straight into the mansion.
"Ye Ting." After seeing Shen Pingjin enter the mansion and disappear from sight, Yan Jue spoke coldly.
Ye Ting was hiding in the shadows, eavesdropping, when he was suddenly startled by Ye Tingke's shout. He trembled as he emerged from the darkness, not daring to utter a sound.
Yan Jue sneered: "How was it? Eavesdropping was fun, wasn't it?"
Ye Ting dared not say so. He quickly knelt on one knee, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "Your Majesty, I would never dare to mock you. If this is false, may I be struck by lightning!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand, retracted three fingers, extended two fingers, and swore an oath to the sky.
But the next moment, the sky, which had been clear and blue, was suddenly filled with dark clouds. The dark clouds rolled like waves and raced through the air. In the darkest and deepest part, it looked like a gaping hole had been torn open.
"Boom—" The thunder sounded like a drumbeat, and the roar resounded through the sky.
Night Court: "..."
He was on the verge of tears, and hurriedly withdrew his finger, pleading with Yan Jue, "Master, I was wrong, okay?"
Suddenly, Yan Jue saw the sky clear up again. He raised an eyebrow. So this kid has this kind of ability?
He waved his hand: "It's nothing. I summoned you here because I want you to come with me to a place."
Ye Ting thought his master would punish him, but who knew... wait, he was just given instructions?
Ye Ting sprang to his feet with a swift movement, his tone respectful and his expression serious. "Please give your orders, Master."
The noble and elegant man before her slowly reached into the other sleeve of his robe with his slender hand and took out a silver-white mask.
Yan Jue stared at the edge of the mask that gleamed with a cold light, and calmly and slowly put on the mask. His long, slender hands loosened the ribbon that bound his black hair.
His long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the mask concealed the man's facial features, leaving only a pair of playful yet nonchalant eyes.
He looked at Ye Ting and said calmly, "From this moment on, I am no longer the Regent Prince, but the one about to enter the palace..."
Yan Jue stopped the conversation, and Ye Ting immediately understood.
"Understood!"
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