Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 50: The First Minister of Power Also Likes to “Force Marry” — Jing Yan’s Perspective [Part 30] ()

He was not sober when he first met the little girl.

Winter in border states always comes quickly, and the heavy snow covers most of his body in an instant.

The images of parents being beheaded in their sleep, blood all over the place, and raging flames were replayed over and over again.

Jing Yan was silent and choked with sobs, the pain in his heart almost overwhelming.

In the extreme cold, he curled up into a ball, no longer praying for any mercy from God.

"Manager, can you please…"

In a daze, he heard a childish voice.

When I looked up, all I could see was the girl's vaguely gentle face and the steaming buns.

Seeing him open his eyes, the girl smiled, but said with some worry: "Go quickly and find a good place."

It was not until Zhuangzi's door was closed that Jing Yan reacted.

He looked at the steamed bun in his hand, his emotion barely visible in his silence.

……

On the way to the capital, Jingyan met a Buddhist monk named Jingxu.

Seeing that he was in rags, the man gave him food and clothes and took him all the way to the capital.

"Child, what is your name?"

The old man asked.

"...I don't have a name."

He also responded in kind.

No matter what the answer was, the old man finally gave him a name -

［Mirror］
"The reflection in the mirror gives birth to a new life. May you be reborn and regain your light..."

Listening to the old man's explanation, Jing Yan pursed his lips, and his originally dark eyes rippled for a moment.

When they were near the capital, the old man gave him some silver and Buddhist beads and then left.

……

It always takes some time to climb to the position of a powerful official.

In the eighth year, he killed his former party and enthroned a new emperor.

Everyone calls him a smiling tiger with a cold heart, and no one can get rid of him.

Fame? Reputation?
He never cared.

After he had firmly established his position as a powerful official, he began to deal with those minions who had wiped out his entire Su family.

He spared no one of the following: confiscation of property, beheading, public display, and capital punishment.

The civil officials hated him and the military generals were afraid of him, but so what? He would kill everyone without mercy.

Until the last one was left, the only big one——

Yuwen.

A beast whose entire family must be wiped out to dispel even a ten-thousandth of the hatred in his heart.

He began to hesitate.

In fact, he found out that the girl who gave him a steamed bun that year was the third daughter of the Yu family. He also found out that Yu Wen and his concubine conspired to murder the girl's mother.

In addition, the unjust case of the extermination of the Su family has evidence, and once it is made public, it will completely destroy Yu Wen and the Yu family.

"Go quickly and find a good place."

Jing Yan: “…”

That was the first time that the Buddhist beads turning in his hand worked and he delayed his murderous intent.

His original patience could only be maintained until the girl came of age and got married, until he received news from An Yi who was staying in the border state to monitor her.

[She is going back to Beijing.]
Expected.

This was Jing Yan’s only thought.

He knew very well that the old dog Yu Wen had been eyeing Song Yang who was far away in the borderland for several years, and he also knew that if the girl returned to Beijing, there would be no return.

In silence, he still wrote an anonymous letter:

[Don’t go to the capital.]
Although he knew the effect would be minimal, Jing Yan still thought calmly:

If she didn't go, he would give her a new look in the border state and find a good man to accompany her for the rest of her life.

If she went, he couldn't control who she married.

It doesn't matter who you marry, Song Yang, Li Yang, or Wang Yang, as long as you can leave my family.

By not implicating her when the whole family was exterminated, he would have repaid the favor of Mantou.

……

As expected, the girl set out to return to Beijing.

Jing Yan was in a calm mood and only ordered his secret guards to follow closely for the last time. Once the person arrived in the capital, he no longer needed to worry about his life or death and just needed to monitor him.

Inside the imperial study, a figure who was not only the new emperor but also his close friend was repeatedly testing him.

"A favor of a steamed bun... Why not give her to you while the Song family general is still here?"

"Wei Chen is terrified."

"You don't want to?"

"I don't want to."

"Really don't want to?"

"I don't want to."

Every word is spoken without hesitation and comes from the truth.

At that time, he did not realize that he would pay a heavy price for this in the long, long future.

……

As expected, the girl was not having a good time.

The front gate was blocked by a few dogs, and we were ridiculed in the heavy snow.

"Miss Yu San slapped the old maid in the face and entered the mansion through the main gate."

An Yi, who was not far away, reported the truth.

Jing Yan remained silent, then suddenly chuckled, the meaning of which was unclear.

Unconsciously, he began to think about the girl more often.

……

"We are far apart, but I miss you from afar; every moment counts like a year, I wait for Ah Yang to come back..."

When reading this letter, Jing Yan was unusually silent.

He looked at the handwriting that was somewhat different from the previous ones. Even though the difference was only very subtle, it made him wonder for a moment whether it was written by Yu Ci himself.

No matter what, the inexplicable irritation that arises in my heart is real.

For the first time, he withheld the girl's letter.

And somehow, he proposed to visit Prime Minister Yu's residence. He knew that
He just wanted to see her.

……

When I saw the third daughter of the Yu family again after many years, the feeling was completely different.

He looked at the pale, weakly breathing girl in his arms, and the fear and panic that arose in his heart almost tore apart his gentle mask.

He wanted all these people to be buried with him.

The thought that came to mind in a flash almost came out of my mouth.

"I, I'm fine..."

"Tell father not to blame my sister..."

Looking at the girl who fainted again and was taken away for treatment, Jing Yan's heart was beating fast and tense again.

"This should be a minor quarrel between sisters, harmless..."

A small fight?

No big deal?

Jing Yan glanced coldly at the beast who was speaking, and without caring about the two women who were crying afterwards, he directly and neatly accused him of the crime.

He also wanted to let Yuci leave through the main gate of the prime minister's residence in broad daylight, and let the woman whose name was unknown go through the side door that she would use all her life.

There is no such etiquette?

He is the ritual.

……

Out of selfish motives, he did not let the girl live in the Jinwei camp, where conditions were poorer.

It wasn't the right place for her.

Listening to the final verdict of "not much time left" given by the doctor below, after so many years, Jing developed a strange emotion of regret and guilt.

He had always known that the girl was in poor health, due to premature birth and murder by Yu Wen and his concubine.

But he never cared.

But if he were to lose his current memory and be given another chance to start over, he could say with certainty that he still wouldn't care.

So he regretted it.

He should have paid attention to her earlier.

In this way, he could bear her pain and bitterness on her behalf.

Because of this feeling of remorse and remorse, Jing Yan did not dare to step into the mansion in the suburbs for half a month, and only dared to learn about her recent situation through the messages sent by the secret guards.

she woke up?
very nice.

She doesn't like taking medicine?
No.

Is she still weak?

"..."

In just fifteen days, Jing Yan, who hadn't dreamed for years, dreamed about her for fifteen days.

From the initial intermittent testing to the unbridled demands and possession in the end.

He knew it was wrong but still did it.

……

So fifteen days later, unable to bear it any longer, he found a random excuse and rushed from the capital to this suburban mansion.

However, all the expectations and excitement came to an abrupt end because of the sad singing and familiar tune.

...Southern Fragrance?

...Guanshanqu?

"..."

As a native of a border state, it was extremely difficult for him to pretend not to understand.

So he froze in place, his mind going blank.

...missing your husband?

...Husband, is it Song Yang who is far away in the frontier?

Jing Yan opened his mouth, wanting to go into the house and ask something, but in the end, his remaining sanity suppressed his dirty thoughts.

Yes indeed,

She and Song Yang are childhood sweethearts.

How could I be interested in him?

……

For some unknown reason, he was hit by an assassin's sword.

When Yi Qingye saw his wound, the disbelief in his eyes almost overflowed. After a long while, he only said one sentence:
"Jing Yan, you have a weak spot."

...weakness?
A weak spot?

If it's that person, then it's fine.

Even though his best friend was analyzing him word by word, Jing Yan couldn't listen at all.

"Don't tell me that I didn't have any other intentions in putting that girl into my private residence."

"No."

"Just protection?"

"Just protection."

He said something against his will.

"I only wish that she can marry...her beloved one smoothly and safely."

This sentence is also half against my will.

I sincerely wish her peace and happiness.
But can the beloved person be him?

"My beloved..." A sneer escaped, "That Song Yang?"

...Look.

Everyone’s first reaction about the person she loves is always Song Yang.

Jing Yan lowered his eyes. The dull pain in his chest was far more severe than the sword wound.

At the end of the conversation, he received a message from the girl that she wanted to see him. Yi Qingye saw his eagerness and tried to warn him:

"The more beautiful something is, the more cruel and ruthless it is."

"For people like us, love is the most deadly weapon of self-destruction. Don't... fall into it."

Stuck in it?

Jing Yan raised his eyes to look at the falling snowflakes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his eyes became dark again.

It’s a bit late.

……

(End of this chapter)