Ye Wanwan and Yan Chen have been together for many years, and their powers seem to be in harmony, but in fact they are clearly separated. It's not that they don't want to be honest, but it's not necessary.
Respect each other's thoughts and secrets. As long as you have each other in your heart, why bother digging out everything about the other person?
But even if they didn't know what each of them was doing behind their backs, they still knew each other's temper and behavior well enough. Therefore, without Yan Chen having to elaborate, Ye Wanwan could figure it out by herself after so many days.
"I've been busy dealing with those little girls these past few days, which made Madam feel wronged."
Look, this person knows a lot and doesn’t need to explain too much, but the apology must be sincere.
Ye Wanwan sighed in her heart. She felt that she was getting worse and worse. She couldn't even get angry at Yan Chen: "What about now? Can witchcraft solve it?"
Yan Chen looked calm, as if she was not asking about a life-threatening matter: "We already have a clue, it should be soon."
Ye Wanwan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
She found that she was becoming more and more stoic now, probably because her life was too comfortable, which made her a little confused and unable to raise her energy or interest in anything.
Yan Chen's body was the only thing she cared about most. Unknown witchcraft locked her lifeline. Zhao Qin would seek death from time to time, holding Yan Chen's life in other people's hands, just like strangling her throat. Although he knew
Yan Shenwei died so easily, but as long as he didn't take down the sword hanging above his head, he would never feel at ease for a moment.
"What to do next?" Because of witchcraft, Yan Chen was controlled by Zhao Qin, but he was obviously not someone who would sit back and wait for death.
Yan Chen took the handkerchief and wiped Ye Wanwan's hair with gentle movements, not wanting to hurt her at all: "Zhao Qin has moved a new chess piece, and he still wants to take the imperial power. No, it should be said that he has to go there now.
Take one step at a time.”
In the past, Zhao Qin was cynical and regarded the imperial power as a game, and everyone could be a pawn in his hands. At that time, he did not value the throne so much, nor was he so persistent in wanting to completely control the imperial power, but not now.
Yan Chen must kill Zhao Qin, and the emperor must eliminate this hidden danger. Zhao Qin will either stand up or die completely.
Therefore, it is not that Yan Chen cannot kill Zhao Qin now, the crux of the matter is still the witchcraft. Once the witchcraft is solved, the final battle will begin.
Ye Wanwan saw the person behind her through the mirror, and unknowingly it had been seven or eight years since they met. At that time, the young man was young and depressed, always carrying a world-weary coldness and dejection, like an invisible person, very...
Easily ignored.
Now the boy has grown into a young man, his youthfulness has receded, his facial features have become more three-dimensional and handsome, and his sharpness is restrained but cannot hide his attractive strength. It is when a person is at his most powerful, no matter how low-key he is, he will no longer be ignored.
In contrast, it was like a different person, but to her it seemed that he had never changed.
When I was young, I was deeply in love and only had eyes for her.
The hand wiping her hair unconsciously placed on her thin shoulders, slowly moved forward, and embraced her whole body.
He buried his head in her neck, breathing in her breath greedily.
Ye Wanwan looked at him in the mirror, feeling his warmth and strength on her body. She really had no ambition at all.
She has no identity as a prince, no ambition for the throne, and all her plots revolve around her.
A person who should be astonishingly talented and beautiful, but because she is willing to surrender, does she become a disaster for her beauty? It can't bring harm to the world, but only to him.