Chapter 78 Shen Yian

Ye Qingwan put down the teapot and spread her hands, feeling helpless: "It's really only Jiang Shuo."

As for the third cup, whether Shen Heng believed it or not, she was too lazy to explain it further.

Shen Heng looked at her deeply: "Why did you let him in?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingwan's anger suddenly rose again, and she couldn't help but take out the anger she had just suffered from Jiang Shuo on him: "Do you think I want it? Didn't he climb through the window just like you? Come in? Your Highness, don’t you think that I can’t even drive Jiang Shuo away, let alone you, so you have the audacity to stay here and refuse to leave?”

Shen Heng, who was not good at words, was suddenly speechless when Ye Qingwan said that. He didn't know what to say.

He could only say in frustration and helplessness: "I'm not telling you to stay away from him."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Ye Qingwan raised the tea cup and took a sip to moisten her lips and tongue, and responded calmly: "I do whatever I want to do, you are really very tolerant of it."

After a long silence, Shen Heng's face darkened slightly, and he clenched his fists silently, as if to suppress something, and his voice became hoarse: "What I said will not harm you."

Only Ye Qingwan dared to talk to him like this.

If it had been anyone else, he would have been stripped of his skin and cramped, and thrown into a mass grave.

"I know." Ye Qingwan rested her head with one hand and lazily raised her eyelids to look at him: "Your Highness has many things to do, so you should worry more about yourself. You don't need to worry about my safety."

Ye Qingwan looked at Shen Heng's deflated look, but she didn't want to laugh at all. She just thought it was disgusting that his method failed, and Shen Heng still stuck to herself like a piece of candy.

The more I think about it, the more irritated I feel. It doesn't matter if I only have Shen Heng, but now there is also Jiang Shuo, which is really a headache.

As the night progressed, Shen Heng still had no intention of leaving, but Ye Qingwan was already feeling sleepy. She was not worried about what Shen Heng, who was more exposed as a lonely man and a widowed woman, would do to her. She just simply stayed there. Think about it, is Shen Heng really not sleepy?

"Your Highness, are you leaving or not?"

Hearing this, Shen Heng once again raised his hand and placed it in front of Ye Qingwan's eyes.

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Seeing that the atmosphere in the room became more and more stagnant and stiff.

Ye Qingwan couldn't resist him: "You mean as long as I bandage it for you, you can leave, right?"

Shen Heng let out a dull sigh.

"OK."

After saying that, Ye Qingwan got up and went out, bypassing the two girls to fetch hot water and clean the blood on Shen Heng's palms.

Ye Qingwan leaned over and was about to hold the hand. Just when it touched the other person's skin, a chill instantly wrapped around her fingertips.

Ye Qingwan paused for a moment, wondering why his hands were so cold.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qingwan began to clean his wounds. She stared at the dark red blood on her palms, and was a little distracted. Shen Heng's blood-stained face in Fengyi Palace flashed across her mind. After being stunned for a moment, he continued what he was doing.

Ye Qingwan was a little absent-minded.

While she was treating the wound, she was thinking in her mind that she couldn't get rid of Shen Heng in this posture anyway, so she might as well let nature take its course. Maybe she could use it again in the future, as long as it didn't hurt her.

She is just heartless.

Thinking about it, Ye Qingwan suddenly raised her head and glanced at Shen Heng who had not said a word from beginning to end.

Under the warm candlelight, Shen Heng lowered his eyes. The unpleasant anger in his brows and eyes had dissipated a lot, and all the coldness in his body had calmed down. Shen Heng was so gentle and quiet that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Ye Qingwan was distracted again. The unusually handsome face in front of her met a face that had appeared in her dream.

It seems like a person.

Ye Qingwan's eyes suddenly opened wide, her pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the handkerchief stained red by blood was trembling slightly at the moment.

Shen Yian!

She had felt that Shen Yi'an looked particularly familiar before, but at that time she just couldn't remember who he looked like.

Shen Yian in the dream also likes to have a cold face and speaks coldly, and his appearance is very similar to the current Shen Heng.

Could it be that that young man is Shen Heng? Is Yi'an his nickname?

But if that was the case, how could she not know this word and remember it during the three years she had been with Shen Heng?

Ye Qingwan was so shocked that she couldn't calm down for a long time. She looked up stiffly at Shen Heng, and Shen Heng seemed to be staring at her distractedly, not noticing anything strange about her.

Ye Qingwan lowered her head with guilt again, and the movements of her hands slowed down. Her black and white eyes were full of confusion.

Her thoughts were completely disrupted by this sudden thought. After a while, Ye Qingwan finally broke through the fear in her heart and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, what is your name?"

After saying this, Ye Qingwan wanted to slap herself.

How could she ask such an idiotic question?

Unexpectedly, Shen Heng answered her: "Shen Heng."

Ye Qingwan: "."

Of course she knew that his name was Shen Heng. What she asked about was the alias, the alias.

However, Shen Heng hadn't reacted yet, and Ye Qingwan was so embarrassed that she didn't want to face this man again, but she had already asked the question.

Ye Qingwan mustered up her courage again and said word by word: "I mean, word."

The corner of Shen Heng's mouth twitched, and his eyes looked a little colder at her.

And the way he looked at a fool immediately made Ye Qingwan furious.

Ye Qingwan glared at Shen Heng fiercely, her bright peach blossom eyes flashing with annoyance.

She no longer cared whether Shen Heng would answer her question or not. She tied the gauze on her hands roughly and pointed angrily at the window: "Okay, His Highness promised me, now His Highness can leave."

Shen Heng didn't notice Ye Qingwan's reaction. He only looked at the delicately wrapped hands. His eyes flickered slightly, as if he was feeling strange. He moved his lips but said nothing.

Shen Heng was a man who kept his word. Now that his hand was bandaged, he elegantly turned it out from where it came. He left three words at the end as a reward for Ye Qingwan's bandage.

Ye Qingwan's breathing was stagnant, she broke into a cold sweat and almost lost her color.

She would rather think that there was something wrong with her ears and that she heard something wrong, rather than believe the three words she really heard just now.

Shen Yi'an.

Ye Qingwan had actually made this guess for a long time, but whenever she thought of Shen Heng's cold face, she didn't dare to think about it any more, let alone asked him every time she saw Shen Heng, had they known each other before?

She was afraid of getting the expected answer, and she didn't dare to face it.

But now the answer is right in front of her, and she has to face it.

The young man in the dream was Shen Heng, and the girl who met Shen Heng in the middle of the night was most likely herself.

How can this be?

This is simply impossible to happen!

Happy New Year’s Eve, little cuties!

This book may be on the shelves tomorrow, or it may continue to be free.

Before I put it on the shelves, I would like to thank you by name, my arrogant child. Thank you for persevering from the beginning to the present. Thank you for reminding me of typos every time.

Okay, enough of the nonsense, I wish you all a happy New Year’s Eve again!
Chapter completed!