47. Empress (3)
From Yu Qingjiaâs perspective, she could only see the side profile of Murong Yanâs face, and even though thatâs the only thing she can see, it was still incredibly good-looking, and just looking at it made her feel pleasant.
Yu Qingjia silently watched him for a while, then suddenly felt a surge of emotions.
When the fox spirit first arrived in Guangling, his attitude was really terribleâ¦
Although heâs still terrible now, at least he seems more like a person.
They were always butting heads with each other before, how could she think that five months later, Jing Huan would be sitting in front of her while carefully rubbing her bruised knee.
The two of them have experienced so much together.
From learning classes together in Guangling, to fleeing alone together, and then trying to find their way back to Yanzhou.
She canât believe that itâs all just been a few months.
Yu Qingjia felt Murong Yanâs well-controlled strength on her leg, and her voice gradually softened. She said,
âFox, actually I stopped you just now not because I didnât believe you, itâs just⦠Itâs not easy to tell outsiders about such strange things. We donât have any evidence now.â
âEven if you know that the system and Yu Qingya have completely different habits when playing the zither, it would still be difficult for you to convince others that you have the ability to detect slight mistakes on her movements. They naturally wonât believe your words, so we canât just move her casually.â
âThe only good thing is that, at least we know the existence of Yu Qingya and the system, but they donât know that we do. They are both in the open, and we are in the dark. So there will be so many opportunities for us to fight back. However, If you really go there to ask Yu Qingya about it, letâs not mention her actually admitting it, but we will only expose our trump card.â
How could Murong Yan not understand these principles?
He was just annoyed with Yu Qingjia earlier.
But even so, Murong Yan still did not give up the idea of getting to the bottom of the matter.
He couldnât tolerate any man getting ahead of him in Yu Qingjiaâs heart, and it would be best if she didnât have any other men in her heart.
Forget about Yu Wenjun for now, but anyone else is definitely not allowed.
Murong Yan thought silently, obviously he just promised Yu Qingjia not to ask her about it, but he didnât say that he would not pursue the matter any more.
If he wanted her to open her mouth, then he definitely had a lot of ways to do so.
He wonât let anyone get his hands on his person, of course, even if Yu Qingjia wants to get her hands on others, heâll see her try.
Murong Yan noticed that Yu Qingjiaâs tone was soft and relaxed, he secretly thought that it was a good opportunity, so he immediately took the opportunity to ask,
âDidnât you refuse to tell me about Yu Qingya before, why are you willing to tell me now?â
Yu Qingjia suddenly felt ashamed, she hesitated for a while but in the end she let out a small sound, and her eyelashes fluttered,
âI didnât mean not to tell you⦠I didnât know you well enough before, you know what you are like, you are so terrible and mean. You can just push me away when I fall asleep a little, how can I feel rest assured to tell you these things?â
Murong Yan was speechless.
However, he only paused briefly, and instead of reflecting on himself, he continued to take advantage of Yu Qingjiaâs guilt and conscience.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a mocking smile in his tone,
âSuch a small matter, is it worth you lying to me? It seems that I am only an outsider to you, an outsider whose name you knew.â
ââ¦â
âYu Qingya is not related to me at all, and I have no interest in her, and you are actually willing to cover up for her. So if I actually get closer to her, would you just want to sit back and watch me being plotted against by others?â
âNo!â
Yu Qingjia immediately retorted loudly.
She was a little annoyed as well, so she pursed her lips and looked at him,
âI clearly didnât think of it that way.â
âThen promise me. Promise me that you wonât deliberately hide things from me in the future, and you will never betray me because of others.â
Yu Qingjiaâs vermilion lips parted slightly, and although her train of thoughts was carried away by Murong Yan, she still felt that something was wrong at that moment.
âWait, werenât they discussing Yu Qingya and the system? Why did it suddenly involve betrayal?â
When Murong Yan saw Yu Qingjiaâs hesitation, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, but there was a ruthless feeling in his heart.
âShe is actually hesitating.â
For Murong Yan, there is no difference between liking and possession.
He is indifferent to useless people and things that are not beneficial for him, but once he gets used to it, and accepts something, it becomes âHis thingsâ in his value system.
Obviously, âAnything belonging to that category is exclusive only to him.â
It may sound unreasonable but he will not blink an eye when he sees someone he doesnât care about die in front of him, but once something or someone has captured his attention, no matter whether the other party is willing or not, He would definitely take it away.
Then whatever it was will belong to him alone, and it will be subject to his control for the rest of his life.
Yu Qingjia is now classified as his property.
He never had the virtue of sharing and being modest.
For him, anything he owns, even if they die, can only die in his own hands.
Murong Yan remembered that when he was ten years old, one of the palace courtiers presented a Ferghana Horse1 Ferghana horses [大å®é¦¬ / å®é¦¬]: were one of Chinaâs earliest major imports, originating in an area in Central Asia. These horses, as depicted in Tang dynasty tomb figures in earthenware, may âResemble the animals on the golden medal of Eucratides, King of Bactria.â, source: Wiki, in the palace garden.
Murong Yan liked this horse very much, but Prince Chanshan also took a fancy to it.
The crown prince didnât want to start a dispute over a horse, so he asked Murong Yan to abide by the etiquette of the younger generation and give in to his uncle.