He didn't push her. He closed his eyes slightly and waited silently for her answer.

Wen Yin was forced to look up and face his deep, reserved and sharp eyes.

She knew very well that her answer would determine how he would treat her in the future. If the answer was yes, then he would treat her one way; if the answer was no, then he would definitely treat her another way.

He probably didn't want to endure the previous feeling of being unable to go up or down. He insisted on opening this layer of window paper today, and he must have wanted to have a good time.

What about her? What is her answer?

Can the so-called past things in his mouth really be treated lightly by her?

In the ninth year of Yuanping, there was a game between the emperor and his ministers, and she was the most innocent chess piece.

In the end, the civil servants who were stricken by their nerves regarded her as their mortal enemy, and it was the consensus of the civil servants at that time to use her life to establish power and restore respect.

The funny thing is that they tried their best to gain the upper hand in the competition with the emperor, but they didn't know that what the emperor in the palace really wanted was a sharp blade hanging above their heads.

When Emperor Renzong was still alive, he lamented that the Jin Yiwei had too much power, so in his later years he ordered the ban of the Jin Yiwei. Later, he left a posthumous edict stating that the Jin Yiwei could not be used again unless it harmed the royal family.

Counting it down, Jinyiwei has been silent for a hundred years.

Probably a hundred years of peace had numbed the nerves of civil servants, causing them all to forget this Renzong legacy.

It is precisely because of this teaching that the current sage, Zhu Jing, successfully re-initiated the Imperial Guard.

Wen Yin's eyes reflected the profound outline of the man in front of her, and her expression appeared in a trance.

In his chess game, she is the most important chess piece. Any daughter from aristocratic family would not be able to achieve such good results. It is precisely because she is a daughter of the Wen family that the civil servants are confused.

Filled with righteous indignation and thinking carefully, Fang personally sent the handle to activate the sharp blade to the Holy Lord in the deep palace.

Restarting the Jin Yiwei is the first and crucial step for him to regain imperial power.

The second step is to reset the Zhao Prison and severely interrogate those officials who were stubborn and tried to prevent him from restarting the Jinyiwei.

At the end of the ninth year of Yuanping, the capital city was in a state of bloodshed.

Twelve civil servants died, and many civil servants mourned and protested.

She smiled in a daze. So how did the incident calm down later?

Yes, it calmed down, because the Holy One in front of her at this moment handed the ladder to the civil servants. He acquiesced in their revision of the history of the dynasty and defined the incident of the twelve civil servants as the case of the imperial concubine.

Also tacitly approved of were the comments given to her by the editors of the Hanlin Academy - Wen's female concubine, the deluded master, and the enchantress.

Since then, her name has been recorded in the annals of history and will remain infamy for thousands of years.

"Is it really that difficult to turn over the past?" An inexplicable sigh fell into her ears. He caressed her chin with his fingertips. He lowered his gaze and looked at the other person's eyes with a hint of tears: "

If you still want any compensation, you can ask for it. I will try my best to satisfy you."

Wen Yin did not respond because she knew very well that the compensation she wanted would never come.

At the beginning of the tenth year of Yuanping, she knelt in the Yangxin Hall and begged him to let her out of the palace.

Since he had achieved his political goal, her chess piece had no value. In that case, why couldn't he let her go? She accepted that Wu Wu had entered the game, and as for compensation, she wanted to

If you want a way out of the palace, why not?

She originally thought that, even if it was not out of the superior's kindness to innocent people, even if it was just out of the chess player's guilt towards the chess pieces, he would grant her only request.

But the result left her heartbroken.

"I don't want to hear these words a second time. Just stay with me and I will make it up to you." That's what he said at the time. It was both kind words and a silent warning.

To this day, his words are like an awl hammered into her heart.

She still remembered that she raised her head in disbelief and met his deep, bottomless gaze. It was the look of a man looking at a woman, aggressive and intense.

At that moment she understood that he still wanted the remaining value from her.

Therefore, she was destined to never leave this imperial city again in this life. From the moment she stepped here, this imperial city was destined to be her burial place.

Her long silence finally wore out his patience.

In Zhu Jing's opinion, her silence at this moment was a silent resistance, which was probably the answer she gave.

"That's fine." His voice was solemn, and he couldn't tell whether he was more disappointed or unwilling at this moment.

He looked at her silently, with a heavy sense of oppression in his eyes. After a while, he loosened his grip on her.

"I know your answer. Concubine, remember, this is your own choice."

After saying this, he slowly stood up straight, tied up his clothes without any expression, turned around and walked away.

Wen Yin looked at his back as he walked away in a daze, still thinking about what he would do to her next. After a few thoughts, she thought that she would let him do whatever he wanted.

Well. In the past six years, not only has he endured enough, but she has also suffered enough.

He opened the felt curtain, and the candlelight from outside came through.

Outside the door of Nuan Pavilion, someone was kneeling silently in the dim light and shadow.

Wen Yin was shocked and came back to her senses.

"Your Majesty..."

She knelt on the couch, raised her eyes and stared in his direction, her lips trembling slightly.

Zhu Jing paused as he was about to step out. He did not speak, but turned his head slightly.

Wen Yin got off the bed with bare feet and walked towards him slowly. She stopped half a step behind him, curled her fingers at her side for a few breaths, then slowly lifted up, grabbed his sleeve and slowly pulled him back.

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His eyes fell from her clear and beautiful face to her soft white fingers tugging on his sleeve. For a moment, he stepped back due to her strength and lowered the felt curtain again.

"Your Majesty mentioned that in the past, I couldn't control my emotions for a while..." She smiled bitterly and said in a difficult voice: "Your Majesty, didn't you even give me this little time to react?"

The signs of her softening at this moment clearly made Zhu Jing's eyes soften.

"It's my fault, I'm impatient."

He raised his hand to touch her face, but she bit her lip and turned her face away coldly.

Zhu Jing was startled, and then the depressed air on his face dissipated slightly. Compared with the past when she either obeyed in vain or declined with false affection, now she looked aloof and stubborn, and she was even more angry with him.

Let him come as he pleases. At least it means that she tried to take off her disguise in front of him and tried to improve their relationship.

"I apologize to you." He said in a low voice, and pressed her lips with his fingertips: "Let go, or if you bite any more, blood will ooze out."

White Teeth loosened his lips, but Wen Yin still turned her face away, not looking directly at him.

"Last time the Holy One walked away, I was in fear for a long time. Today the Holy One came over. I wanted to serve you well, but... I think I was always too nervous about the bed curtains, so I often made mistakes while busy and swept them away.

The Holy Spirit is pleased. However, in the past, the Holy Spirit was always considerate, and he has never forced my concubines as hard as today."

He sighed lowly: "Your Majesty, I don't want to force you, I just want you to have a clear attitude."

A trace of forbearing bitterness passed across her lips: "You have everything, so what do you want to deprive me of? I have had nothing since the ninth year of Yuanping... There is only so much left.

You have high self-esteem. If you insist on making me turn into such a dissolute and filthy woman, I will not be able to do it even if you forgive me and die."

He frowned: "That's not what I meant. I just hope that you can let go of your prejudice against me and stop treating me falsely and submissively."

Wen Yin looked at the palace lantern on the table beside the wall, stared blankly, and slowly lowered her eyes.

"My concubine, it is true that I am complaining about the Holy One..."

Hearing that the voice was wrong, Zhu Jing's heart moved. He raised his hand and pinched her chin and turned her face.

"Yin Yin..."

Her eyelashes fell, and her face was filled with wet and cold tears, "But no one's heart is made of stone. How can I not feel how well the Holy Lord treats me? I am helpless and helpless."

Yes, the only one I can rely on in this palace is..."

Before she could finish speaking, she couldn't help but choke up. She didn't continue speaking, but her slender body trembled slightly.

He sighed.

He leaned over and grabbed her legs, picked her up by the waist, walked towards the bed in a few steps, and placed her on the couch.

"You're tired today, just take a good rest."

Wen Yin looked at him with tears in her eyes: "I will figure it out."

He pulled the quilt over her and comforted her with a gentle voice: "Just rest, we'll talk about other things later."

Standing up straight, Zhu Jing took the cloak, put it on, and strode out of the Nuan Pavilion.

Outside the Nuan Pavilion, frightened by the wrath of the Holy Emperor's thunder, all the people in the palace knelt there silently.

Zhu Jing asked them to get up and glanced sideways at Aunt Yu.

"In passing the decree, I have devoted myself to serving the imperial concubine for many years and my hard work has made me great. I am now offering a special reward of fifty taels, two pieces of satin, a box of jewelry, and a box each of ginseng and deer antlers."

Aunt Yu suppressed her surprise and hurriedly knelt down to thank her.

Zhu Jing personally stepped forward to help her up, "You are the concubine's nanny, and you are the person the concubine relies on and trusts. In addition to taking more care of the concubine in daily life, you should also pay attention to guide her in some matters."

Grandma Yu's arms held by him were as stiff as stone pillars, but her mind was running like crazy, trying her best to think about what his words meant.

"The moment before the imperial concubine entered the palace was a time of innocence and innocence." Zhu Jing adjusted his cloak and said gently to his mother: "Because I entered the palace in a hurry, there were some things that Mrs. Wen's family probably didn't do.

There’s still time to teach.”

Grandma Yu's face turned pale and stiff.

Zhu Jing sighed lowly: "The imperial concubine wants to help with some things. As her nanny, you should persuade her to come back from time to time. Otherwise, she and I would be suspicious and have misunderstandings like today.

Not beautiful.”

After Zhu Jing took the people away, Grandma Yu asked others to guard outside, and she forced herself to calmly carry the basin into the Nuan Pavilion.
Chapter completed!