The wheelchair under Jun Moyi was moving forward slowly, as if someone was deliberately controlling its speed.
Sang Liwan was not thick-skinned enough to be willing to be stared at like a monkey by the servants passing by. She endured it for a while, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she turned her head and looked at Yan Hui who was pushing the wheelchair slowly.
"Yan Hui, does your leg hurt today?"
Yan Hui was a little surprised to hear Sang Liwan's sudden concern. At the same time, he felt his heartbeat began to become a little abnormal.
Yan Hui quickly shook his head and answered under Jun Moyi's thoughtful gaze, "To answer your question, Princess, my legs don't hurt."
"If it doesn't hurt, why are you walking so slowly?"
Hearing this, Yan Hui subconsciously glanced at Jun Moyi, but the other party didn't even look back at him.
Why are you walking so slowly?
He must be walking slowly because he has received orders from his master.
However, Yan Hui didn't have the courage to tell Sang Liwan directly in front of Jun Moyi.
So, he had no choice but to lie with his eyes open, "Princess, the master has caught a cold and cannot be exposed to the wind, so he has to walk slowly."
Sang Liwan didn't react for a moment.
She really didn't expect to hear such nonsense from a wooden-faced man like Yan Hui.
Jun Moyi was catching a cold, which was just a lie to fool outsiders.
How could she not know?
not to mention……
"But you knew the prince was suffering from a cold, yet you let him walk outside leisurely in the fresh air. Wouldn't his condition worsen even faster?"
Yan Hui was speechless for a moment.
How should I respond to this?
The master didn’t teach me.
The situation was a bit stalemate for a while.
Yan Hui shut his mouth and pretended not to hear.
Although Sang Liwan was asking Yan Hui on the surface, in fact, her eyes were on Jun Moyi.
Jun Moyi moved his neck, and suddenly turned his head slightly to look at Sang Liwan and asked in a serious tone, "Wanwan, are you concerned about me?"
But Sang Liwan rolled his eyes at him and said, "The prince is second only to the emperor and above everyone else. Do you still need my care?"
Jun Moyi glanced at her quietly, "Wanwan is always different from others."
Hearing this, Sang Liwan became more interested. She shifted her little butt on Jun Moyi's legs and asked curiously, "What's the difference? Do I have three eyes or two noses?"
Before she finished speaking, she heard Jun Moyi's gentle scolding: "Don't move."
Sang Liwan's body stiffened.
【Hey, why is he impulsive again? 】
【Listen to this deep voice.】
[I just moved on him, it shouldn't be that serious, shouldn't it?]
Sang Liwan had already thought a lot about his bold idea in his mind, but on his face he pretended to be innocent and confused.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Jun Moyi was so angry that he laughed.
He realized that this woman might have appeared just to jinx him.
Jun Moyi might not have noticed it, but Yan Hui, who was following behind him, saw the whole scene clearly.
He also couldn't remember how many times his master had laughed since the princess changed.
Unlike those fake smiles behind masks in the past, this is a smile that comes from the heart and overflows from the eyes.
Jun Moyi leaned close to Sang Liwan's ear and whispered, "Is it fun to act stupid?"
Sang Liwan lied without blushing or beating his heart, "I don't know what the prince is talking about."
Seeing that she was still stubborn, Jun Moyi didn't force her, but just chuckled and said, "You'd better keep pretending."
Sang Liwan curled her lips and didn't intend to continue discussing this sensitive topic with him. She glanced at Jun Moyi sideways.
"What are you looking at?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
Jun Moyi glanced at her and asked, "Are you talking about this?"
As he spoke, he casually pointed to the imperial edict on the side.
Sang Liwan nodded, "Why did you do this on purpose?"
Hearing this, Jun Moyi felt a little curious, "How do you know I did it on purpose?"
"If you didn't do it on purpose, how could you allow the Emperor's decree to come to you?"
The gradual trust in these words filled Jun Moyi's eyes with tiny starlight.
But she still deliberately said, "Wanwan trusts me so much?"
Seeing that he was about to start talking nonsense again, Sang Liwan punched him on the chest unhappily, "Jun Moyi."
Seeing that the other person was getting anxious, Jun Moyi raised his eyebrows, reached out to stroke his sleeves, and put away the teasing expression on his face.
"I've caused Chen Yan so much trouble, I have to give him a chance to fight back, right?"
【Oh, you are quite considerate. 】
Jun Moyi paused.
Listening to Sang Liwan's sarcastic words, he had a hunch that something was wrong.
"What are you thinking about?"
Sang Liwan was a little surprised, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"You can tell by the look on your face."
Hearing his words, Sang Liwan nodded as if suddenly understanding, "Oh, I almost forgot, our prince can read faces."
Hearing her mention 'our prince', Jun Moyi felt his ears getting hot for some reason.
"Are you mocking me again?"
"How dare I?"
Seeing this, Jun Moyi didn't continue to entangle this topic with her, and only said: "If you don't give Chen Yan a chance to fight back, how can you force her secret deployment to be revealed?"
"Um?"
Jun Moyi patiently explained, "I pushed Chen Yan too hard a few days ago. If this continues, she might go all out, and that's not what I want to see. So, I'll give her a chance to breathe. Only then can she use the things she has here to try to dig out my power bit by bit."
He said, nodding his head with his finger.
Sang Liwan did not comment on what he said.
After Jun Moyi finished speaking, he did not get a response from Sang Liwan. He lowered his head and looked at her, "Why are you silent?"
Sang Liwan didn't know what he was thinking about. When he raised his head again, the emotion in his eyes became a little subtle.
"Have you always been so organized?"
Sang Liwan’s words made Jun Moyi slightly stunned.
When he finally realized what was happening, he suddenly curled his lips in self-mockery, "Is it a masterful plan or a deep scheming?"
Sang Liwan frowned, "Is there any difference?"
Jun Moyi smiled and said, "It's just a means to survive."
[Being used like that by the Emperor from the very beginning, life must have been very difficult, right?]
Thinking of this, Sang Liwan's eyes softened.
Jun Moyi felt a little surprised, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes when he looked at Sang Liwan.
The two were silent for a while. Sang Liwan seemed to remember something and suddenly raised his head to look at him, "What about the emperor? Is he part of your plan, or does he want to use Chen Yan to kill someone with a borrowed knife?"
Jun Moyi thought for a moment, "Is there any difference?"
He curled his lips and smiled.
It doesn't matter what it is, it's just a chess piece on his chessboard, as long as it's useful.
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