[Chapter 21 Chapter 348 The Princess and the Young Tyrant 3]
"Sister-in-law, it seems that your marriage partner has become me."
"Varied……"
Wen Shinian was stunned, his eyes widened in surprise.
He was so shocked that he lost his manners for a moment and looked up at Xie Jin.
If it were anyone else, they would have dug out their eyes long ago, but if it were her... Xie Jin raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his fox eyes.
"Princess, are you unwilling?"
Wen Shinian lowered his head in panic and raised his hands in front of him.
"Shi Nian doesn't dare, but Emperor Jing should stop teasing Shi Nian about this matter."
Xie Jin leaned against the dragon throne, his body slumped down, a somewhat rogue expression on his face.
"Alas~~~~~But I'm not joking."
"Besides, Prince Duan is indeed dead, and he died last night. If you don't believe me, I can bring you to see him."
As Xie Jin said this, he actually stood up and prepared to take Wen Shinian away.
Wen Shinian hurriedly spoke out to stop him, "Emperor Jing is busy with government affairs. Just inform Prince Duan's residence and we can go there on our own. No need to bother..."
Xie Jin trotted over to Wen Shinian, took her hand without saying a word, and took her away forcefully.
"I said, I'll take you there."
His voice was still hoarse, but compared to the lazy tone just now, it was now very strong.
Wen Shinian staggered as he pulled her, and her shoes accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt.
She stumbled forward and was about to bump into Xie Jin when he pulled her away.
"Princess, please stand firmly. If you hurt me..." The young man paused, and his enchanting face suddenly widened. His brown pupils were as deep and beautiful as the finest resin. "When the time comes, you must pledge yourself to me."
The distance between them was too close. Wen Shinian's snow-white face showed a spring color. Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pursed her red lips, "I, I will stand firm."
The beauty was shy and timid, silently stirring the heart of the young emperor.
His gaze turned and fell on those red lips that looked extremely soft and kissable.
I don't know why, but I just wanted to take a bite.
Xie Jin's eyes gradually deepened, and he moved forward a few steps.
Wen Shinian closed his eyes nervously and shrank back nervously.
"Princess, there's something dirty here."
Sensing her nervousness and fear, Xie Jin stopped, pressed his fingers on her lips, and rubbed them with a little force.
He moved so quickly that before Wen Shinian could react, most of the lip balm on her lips had been wiped off.
Wen Shinian looked at the person in front of him in astonishment. His black and white eyes were clear and innocent, like a little white rabbit that had fallen into a wolf's den.
Thinking of this, Xie Jin felt happy. He took Wen Shinian's hand again and walked out with big strides.
Xiao Cai and General Zhao wanted to follow, but Xie Jin heard the footsteps and glanced somewhere.
Wen Shinian and Xie Jin had just walked out of the hall when Xiao Cai and General Zhao, who were following behind, were stopped in the hall by a black-clad assassin who suddenly appeared.
The eunuch who served Xie Jin stepped forward to explain at the right time.
"You two, the princess will be fine. Until then, you two can just wait here."
Xiao Cai was worried. She stood there and stared at the direction Wen Shinian left, praying silently in her heart: God bless, the princess is safe.
"Emperor Jing, are we going like this?"
I walked a long way but didn't see anyone.
Wen Shinian asked doubtfully.
Upon hearing this, Xie Jin stopped in his tracks.
"Princess, that's right. Prince Duan's mansion is far away, and it's really impossible to walk there."
Xie Jin turned his head and looked at Wen Shinian with bright eyes, "Is the princess really that tall?"
Wen Shinian hesitated, "I'm not afraid—!"
Just as she said she was not afraid, Xie Jin picked her up and flew into the air.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were standing on the high roof.
Wen Shinian was so scared that he subconsciously hugged Xie Jin tightly, burying his face in his neck.
Accidents are born.
When Wen Shinian turned his head, his lips "accidentally" brushed against Xie Jin's jawline.
Feeling something strange, Xie Jin almost missed a step when he fell.
The unstable and shaking body made Wen Shinian, who was already frightened in his arms, even more frightened, and he held him with even more force.
The woman's unique fragrance would occasionally penetrate Xie Jin's nose. In just a few seconds, the fragrance would travel throughout his body and then penetrate into his heart along his blood vessels.
At that moment, the rhythm of my heartbeat suddenly became disrupted.
It's really interesting.
This woman could actually make him behave strangely like this time and time again.
In this case, we can't let her go.
Xie Jin curled his lips silently and held Wen Shinian's arms tighter and tighter.
Wen Shinian felt pain and moved uncomfortably.
"Jing, Emperor Jing, I'm not afraid anymore. You, you don't have to hold me so tightly."
"Ah~ I'm so sorry."
Xie Jin agreed, but his strength did not decrease at all.
Wen Shinian pursed her lips, and her fingertips unconsciously grabbed Xie Jin's clothes and buttoned them twice.
"...You're hugging me too tightly. I feel a little uncomfortable."
Xie Jin suddenly understood, his arms finally relaxed, and he explained to Wen Shinian with a smile.
"That was truly rude. I've never hugged anyone before, and I lost my composure at the moment. Please forgive me, Princess."
Wen Shinian didn't know how to respond to the emperor's apology, and finally just shook his head.
The two of them quieted down immediately.
Wen Shinian plucked up his courage and quietly opened his eyes to look around.
Only after taking a look did I realize something was wrong.
I always feel like I'm out of town?
As if sensing her confusion, Xie Jin, who was serving as her transportation, gave her a rare and considerate explanation.
"When the princess entered the palace, Prince Duan had already been taken out and buried. If we go there now, we can see his new tomb."
Wen Shinian thought of the funeral procession he encountered before entering the palace, and was surprised for a moment, "Before entering the palace, my team encountered a funeral procession, could it be that it was Prince Duan's?"
Xie Jin, who witnessed this scene, said with his eyes wide open: "Really? That's such a coincidence."
Wen Shinian opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Xie Jin held her and fell down again.
The wind whistled in my ears, my hair flew up, and finally there was something solid to step on.
After standing firmly, she consciously broke free from Xie Jin's arms.
Before Xie Jin could react, his arms felt empty.
The warm spot that had been touched just now suddenly cooled down, and the strange feeling of loss it brought made him feel empty and uncomfortable.
Xie Jin glanced at Wen Shinian with a bit of displeasure.
He noticed that her gaze was on Prince Duan's new tomb, and his displeasure grew and grew.
In short, he wanted to pick up a knife and chop down Prince Duan's tomb, and also wanted to find someone to dig up his grave.
"He's really dead... Am I really a disaster..."
Wen Shinian stared blankly at the new tomb in front of him, with a look of grievance in the slightly red corners of his eyes.
"A scourge lasts for a thousand years. Isn't it good to be a scourge?"
Xie Jin heard Wen Shinian's murmurs clearly and responded with disapproval.
There was mist in Wen Shinian's eyes, and he looked back at Xie Jin pitifully.
Seeing her like this, Xie Jin came forward with a grin on his face.
"I am also a disaster, and you are also a disaster. We are such a perfect match. How about the princess becoming my queen?"
He suggested it casually, and his tone was casual as well.
Wen Shinian's pupils shrank slightly, and a layer of water light flashed in his eyes. The accumulated water vapor gathered and eventually formed water droplets hanging in the corners of his eyes.
"Jing, Emperor Jing, I'm afraid this is inappropriate..."
Xie Jin shifted his gaze slightly and glanced at the tears in the corners of Wen Shinian's eyes.
She looks so beautiful even when she cries.
Xie Jin raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his thumb, pressed it against the corner of Wen Shinian's eyes and wiped away the tears.
There was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, and the places where they rubbed were even redder than before.
"What's wrong with that? I have the final say in this huge Yunzhao."
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