The two people just stood facing each other, neither of them speaking.
In the end, it was Jun Mochen who took the initiative to speak.
"So, even in this case, you still want to marry me?"
"Of course." Chen Yan looked righteous and confident.
Jun Mochen didn't understand.
Chen Yan raised the corner of her mouth and smiled: "My Second Prince, do you still think that Chen Yan can marry someone else now? Back then, you told everyone so brazenly that Chen Yan was your future concubine. Now, is there anyone who is not afraid of death and dares to marry me?"
Chen Yan just felt that Jun Mochen was extremely selfish. He only cared about himself and never cared about the lives of others. At the beginning, he did not consider whether Chen Yan was willing, nor did he think about whether Chen Yan would still have a way to start over if he regretted it one day.
Jun Mochen fell silent because of Chen Yan's words. He felt that he should have something to say to refute Chen Yan, but he couldn't make any sound.
His face flushed, but Chen Yan slowly walked up to him and reached out to straighten his collar, which was not messy at all.
In Jun Mochen's limited memory, this seemed to be the first time that Chen Yan took the initiative to approach him, and was so close.
He could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from Chen Yan, which made him freeze in place. He didn't even know what to do with his hands and feet, so he could only stand there blankly.
In comparison, Chen Yan seemed much calmer and composed.
She chuckled, "Second Prince, now that the matter is settled, you should put aside those inappropriate thoughts. She is already your royal brother's woman. Do you really want to quarrel with your brother over a woman?"
At the end of her speech, Chen Yan's tone rose slightly, and to Jun Mochen's ears, it sounded a bit more provocative.
He narrowed his eyes, "Are you provoking me?"
"That's not my intention. Second Prince, you can do whatever you want, but you'd better pay attention to our marriage. If anything goes wrong, the Emperor will probably be unhappy."
Seeing Chen Yan's stubborn attitude, Jun Mochen was also a little unhappy. He snorted, "I have said everything I need to say. Since you insist on doing this, I have nothing more to say. I will take care of General Sang's affairs. You'd better not interfere."
Chen Yan had no intention of intervening.
This time, she deliberately used Yunniang as a thorn in order to nail General Sang down completely. It didn't matter whether he had really committed treason and regicide or not. What mattered was that Yunniang was indeed his concubine, and no one would believe that he was unaware of what this concubine had done.
So when Chen Yan heard this, he just spread his hands leisurely and said, "Whatever you say."
Jun Mochen intuitively felt that Chen Yan's attitude was a little abnormal, but he couldn't figure out the reason. It was not until he found out the ins and outs of General Sang's incident that he understood what Chen Yan's half-smile meant that day.
Jun Mochen frowned tightly, obviously not expecting that General Sang, a general who looked so righteous, would secretly keep a mistress.
No wonder she didn't seem to be in a hurry to rescue General Sang when she saw Sang Liwan that day. It was probably because of this incident that she felt some resentment towards General Sang in her heart.
Thinking of this, Jun Mochen couldn't help but feel distressed.
While feeling distressed, he took the initiative to meet the emperor and mentioned the matter of General Sang, but was directly scolded by the emperor.
"Are you in your right mind? Don't forget, your future princess consort is Ms. Shen, not Sang Liwan."
Jun Mochen was kicked out of the imperial study, but the emperor's anger did not subside.
His chest heaved up and down with rage, revealing his restless mood at the moment.
In fact, at this moment, he had already developed murderous intentions towards Sang Liwan.
…
Jun Moyi listened to the report from his secret guards, his face was cold and there was no warmth in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Both Jun Mochen and the emperor made him feel that he had made their lives too comfortable during this period, which was why they had these inappropriate thoughts.
The Buddhist beads on his fingertips turned gently, emitting a cold and bright light.
"The wild goose returns."
Yan Hui, who had been standing behind Jun Moyi on standby, suddenly tensed up. He walked to Jun Moyi with his brows lowered, knelt down, and waited patiently for his master's orders.
"It seems that I have left my good brother too idle recently. Go find him something to do and don't let him focus on the princess all day."
"yes."
Jun Mochen is just a small matter. What matters is the emperor. He actually wants Wanwan's life. It would be best if he could live until then.
Thinking of this, a hint of murderous intent flashed quickly in Jun Moyi's eyes, which unexpectedly caught Yan Hui's eyes and surprised him.
The master actually wanted to kill the emperor.
Although Yan Hui knew that this day would come sooner or later, he didn't expect it to happen so soon.
He subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at Jun Moyi, but was given a cold glance back by the other party.
Jun Moyi sat on a high place and glanced indifferently at the person kneeling at his feet, without a trace of warmth in his eyes.
"What's up?"
Yan Hui was instantly brought back to his senses by these two cold words and quickly shook his head, "No, I dare not."
Jun Moyi didn't say anything, but just tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with two fingers, making a loud noise in the quiet room.
The beeping sound seemed to knock on Yan Hui's heart.
Without Jun Moyi's order, he didn't even dare to stand up. He could only kneel there with his head lowered, waiting for his master to continue his instructions.
However, what he didn't expect was that before he could wait for Jun Moyi's next order, he saw Jun Moyi vomiting blood.
Yan Hui was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits. He didn't even care that his master hadn't called him yet. He rushed to Jun Moyi and half-supported him.
"Master, Master?"
Jun Moyi struggled to open his eyes, enduring the surging blood in his chest. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go, invite Mr. Shang over."
"yes."
Yan Hui was about to leave, but Jun Moyi grabbed his entire arm again.
"master?"
"Don't let the princess know."
Yan Hui understood the pros and cons of this and nodded heavily.
"Master, don't worry."
After hearing Yan Hui say this, Jun Moyi finally let go of his hand and let Yan Hui go out to call for help.
Yan Hui moved quickly and brought Shang Zhou back in a short while. As soon as Shang Zhou saw him, his face darkened.
"At the beginning, I told you not to show off your prowess, but you refused to listen. Look, the feeling of being poisoned is not pleasant, is it?"
Hearing Shang Zhou's concerned remarks, Jun Moyi curled his lips for a rare moment, and relaxed on the back of the chair, with bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"Fortunately, I don't have to endure this feeling every night."
Upon hearing this, the corners of Shang Zhou's mouth twitched continuously.
He couldn't help but look back at Yan Hui who was following behind him, and asked softly: "Hey, kid, you've been with him for so many years, did you know he was such a person?"
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