In the antique room, the concubine lazily nestled in King Jin's arms.
"Your Majesty!" the concubine said in a muffled voice.
"What's wrong? Wan'er!" She gently stroked Concubine Sanqian's hair and asked softly: "Are you worried about your brother?"
The concubine sighed and shook her head.
King Jin's big hand caressed the concubine's back: "Why is that?"
The concubine raised her head aggrievedly: "My lord, do you remember that Wan'er stayed behind to talk to that girl?"
King Jin chuckled: "I remember!"
"Wan'er is kind and tells her that if you need anything in the palace from now on, just ask Wan'er; but, she..." The concubine bit her lip tightly and buried her head in Prince Jin's arms again.
"How?" His hand continued to linger on the snow-white skin.
"It's okay if Wan'er doesn't say anything!" Her eyes gradually turned red, and warm tears fell from the corners of her eyes: "It's all Wan'er's own fault for talking too much!"
Feeling the heat on his chest, King Jin frowned; he gently raised his concubine's face: "What did she say?"
"She said, she said..." After biting her lip for a long time, she slowly spoke: "...she said, Wan'er is just a concubine; don't act like a mistress..." The concubine said lowly.
Weeping lowly: "It's all Wan'er's fault for mistaking her position..."
"Damn woman!" King Jin cursed; he stroked his concubine's smooth back with his hand and comforted softly: "Don't be sad, Wan'er; in my mind, Wan'er is the mistress of King Jin's palace!"
"Wan'er understands the prince's thoughts, but..." hugged Prince Jin tightly: "... in the eyes of outsiders, Wan'er is still a little concubine..."
"Let's see who dares!" King Jin narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Hey~~" Nestled in King Jin's arms, he sighed softly: "It's not the outsider's fault, Wan'er's identity lies here!"
"Wan'er!" King Jin's hand was frozen on the concubine's back: "Are you blaming me?"
"Wan'er doesn't dare!" The concubine shook her head hurriedly: "Back then, the prince resisted the imperial edict for Wan'er, although he was unsuccessful; but the prince also married Wan'er on the day he married the concubine! Wan'er was too late to be happy, so why?
I will blame the prince!"
"But this king has never allowed Wan'er to become the concubine!" The stiff hand began to slide again.
"Wan'er doesn't care!" She raised her little face and smiled sweetly at King Jin: "As long as I can stay with the prince, Wan'er will be satisfied!"
"Wan'er..."
"It's all Wan'er's fault, I felt unhappy for a moment; then..." King Jin shook his head coquettishly: "...My lord, don't be angry with Wan'er, okay?"
"How can I, the king, be willing to be angry with Wan'er?!" He smiled placatingly: "If Wan'er hadn't saved me back then, how would I have the right to speak today!"
When the concubine heard this, the expression on her face became a little stiff; she ducked and said with a smile: "Your Highness, why do you mention what happened back then?"
"The Wan'er at that time was the most beautiful in my heart!" You remembered, in the coma; that voice encouraged him endlessly; to wake up, to wake up...
The concubine buried in King Jin's arms had a gloomy face; she couldn't help but hold her hands...
"Wan'er! Why don't you speak?" King Jin asked softly.
"Wan'er is a little tired!" The little face buried in Prince Jin's arms did not rise.
"Go to sleep!" He gently stroked the side concubine with his hand: "I will not treat Wan'er badly!"
The concubine closed her eyes and remained silent.
"Five years have passed! Even though it was a gift of marriage, it should have expired!" King Jin seemed to be talking to himself, or he seemed to be saying to his concubine: "After completing the tasks assigned by the father, I will move on.
Please give me the imperial edict!" After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
In the darkness, the concubine who was supposed to be asleep had a smile of success on her lips.