Jiang Yin seed sowhat shocked, dumbfoundedly lifting her gaze towards Feng Yun.
Feng Yun rarely saw Chunyu Yan so serious, pausing to contemplate.
"What does the Princely Heir an?"
Without a word, Chunyu Yan stood up and suddenly walked towards Jiang Yin.
His steps were leisurely, yet his stride carried an inexplicable pressure.
Jiang Yin held her breath anxiously, lowering her head even further.
Chunyu Yan arrived in front of her, commanding in a indifferent voice, "Lift your head."
This was one of Pei Jue’s consorts, and such behavior was inappropriate for him, but Chunyu Yan was never one to reason, and Pei Jue had never acknowledged these consorts either.
In Feng Yun’s view, they still had the freedom of "choice in marriage".
Therefore, Feng Yun did not intervene.
Jiang Yin’s hairpin trembled slightly, her beautiful face flushed with embarrassnt, but she was compliant.
She nervously bit her lower lip, slowly lowered her wide sleeves, and lifted her gaze to look at him.
Before her were a pair of beautiful eyes.
And, a cold mask.
Jiang Yin was taken aback for a mont, but she did not speak.
She was shy and cautious, yet Chunyu Yan’s inquisitive gaze was aggressive.
"Where is your ancestral ho?"
Jiang Yin’s eyelids fluttered rapidly, not daring to et Chunyu Yan’s eyes, "Your humble servant cos from Danyang County."
Chunyu Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "May I ask for your na?"
Asking a woman for her personal na was indeed presumptuous.
Feng Yun shot a glance at Chunyu Yan.
Unfortunately, the Crown Prince Chunyu’s attention was entirely on Jiang Yin, completely oblivious to Feng Yun’s attitude.
Jiang Yin twisted the handkerchief in her hands and under the Crown Prince’s intimidating presence, she modestly hesitated and then whispered in reply.
"Your servant’s surna is Jiang, with the given na of a single character, Yin."
Chunyu Yan then asked, "Do you have a nickna?"
This ti, Jiang Yin’s eyebrows furrowed a bit tighter, hesitating for a mont before she softly spoke two words through her teeth.
"Ah Lian."
Feng Yun’s gaze sharpened slightly, as if realizing sothing, and watched quietly.
At that mont, Chunyu Yan took two steps closer to Jiang Yin, bending over slightly to ask her.
"As a child, did you ever visit Jiming Temple in Tai City?"
Jiang Yin was frightened by the noble’s gaze, panic showing on her pale face as if she was desperately trying to recall or distressed at finding no mory.
"Your servant... left Danyang with her parents at a very young age to live in Chenliu Commandery, and I don’t rember much from my childhood."
"You don’t rember?" Chunyu Yan slowly stood up straight, his long fingers lightly supporting the right side of his mask, and a smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
Even through the mask, one could sense his pleasure.
"Then I shall allow you to rember at your leisure."
Jiang Yin clenched her hands tighter, shyly looking down.
"Your servant wonders... for what reason does the noble ask these questions?"
A trace of gloom flitted through Chunyu Yan’s eyes, "No reason, just an offhand question."
Jiang Yin lowered her head, "Yes."
The disappointnt on her face was obvious, and she stood there looking visibly uneasy.
Seeing that Chunyu Yan had returned to his seat and showed no intention of leaving, Feng Yun did not say much else. He called over Xing Bing and asked him to arrange for soone to accompany Jiang Yin in search of her parents and young brother.
At this mont, Doctor Yao had also prepared his prescription and respectfully presented it to Xiang Zhong, "Senior, please review it."
Xiang Zhong smiled faintly, accepted the prescription and seriously said to Doctor Yao:
"If the young master benefits from it, he will seek you out again."
Doctor Yao responded with a stunned "oh", taking a string of coins from Xiang Zhong’s hand before thanking him and leaving.
Feng Yun observed Chunyu Yan sitting silently, yet not intending to leave, and smiling with a touch of amusent, "Has the Princely Heir found the object of his affection?"
Chunyu Yan’s gaze floated over casually.
Slowly, like a cloud drifting across the sky.
Though he was smiling, there was an unfathomable chill in it.
"What difference does it make whether I have found her or not?"
Feng Yun said, "If the Princely Heir were to collaborate with , I could plead on his behalf and request the beauty from the Great General..."
Chunyu Yan’s smile ceased, and his gaze turned icy.
"Qingqing really knows how to do business."
Feng Yun smiled, "For the Princely Heir to say so, ans treating like an outsider. I do you a favor, and you give a little profit, it is human nature... Still the sa old saying, we each get what we need, I lose nothing, nor do you. Everyone is happy, why not do it?"
Chunyu Yan said, "And what if I refuse?"
Feng Yun thought for a mont, a captivating allure flashing in her eyes.
"Then you won’t be able to take Jiang Ji with you."
"Oh?" Chunyu Yan said coldly.
Feng Yun’s smile brimd with confidence.
"The Great General listens to . If I say you can’t, then you won’t be able to take her."
Chunyu Yan replied with a smile that was not quite a smile, "You try and see?"
Feng Yun smiled faintly, locking eyes with him.
Her gaze seed indifferent, but it was filled with doubt.
Chunyu Yan had been searching for so long, and the Lian Ji he’d been yearning for appeared.
In his previous life, whether Chunyu Yan found her or not, Feng Yun didn’t know. Anyway, whenever he ca to tornt her, it was always under the pretext of Lian Ji. That day he was poisoned in Huayuejian, he kept calling "Lian Ji’s" na while making a scene with her.
Yet, with the real Lian Ji right in front of him, his reaction was too calm...
This was not normal.
Feng Yun even began to doubt whether the man in her previous life who grabbed her and wanted to strip her to check for a birthmark was the sa Chunyu Yan before her...
Could it be that he still hadn’t confird Jiang Yin’s identity?
Feng Yun glanced at him and hinted with a smile, "As long as the Princely Heir is willing to offer so benefits, I wouldn’t mind investigating for you, the secrets you wish to know..."
Chunyu Yan suddenly looked at her sternly, "Last ti you ca to Huayuejian, you claid you were Lian Ji and showed the injury on your waist, and you deceived ... At that ti, did you already know where Lian Ji was or not?"
Feng Yun was taken aback.
She hadn’t expected the Crown Prince Chunyu to make so many connections.
To prevent things from getting complicated, she quickly shook her head.
"A complete misunderstanding. I was guessing blindly."
Chunyu Yan’s beautiful eyes darkened as he stared at her.
"If she didn’t tell you, where did you learn about Lian Ji? And from where did you know... what birthmarks Lian Ji has on her body?"
Feng Yun: ...
The logic of this matter was sothing she couldn’t explain to Chunyu Yan. But without saying anything, she couldn’t make it clear. Moreover, if Jiang Yin was indeed Lian Ji now, from her deanor, she also seed to have no recollection of her past affair with Crown Prince Chunyu when she was young.
Unable to prove it herself, Feng Yun simply countered with a question.
"So because you suspect , you’re unwilling to recognize even the Lian Ji you adore?"
Chunyu Yan scoffed, "I will find out the truth."
-
Jiang Yin didn’t return to the estate until noon the next day.
Her hair was in disarray, her face pale, exuding an air of utter desolation.
Feng Yun went to her room.
Normally, she seldom ventured to this side where the concubines lived; counting the ti, aside from the last instance when she brought soone to catch an adulterer, this was only her second ti entering.
Jiang Yin was sitting alone in the room, seemingly lost in a daze.
Her exquisite body was adorned in an embroidered skirt cinched at her willowy waist, enchanting and graceful. With eyelids slightly drooping, her obscure pupils half-closed, her skin was fair, revealing a fine figure – she was indeed an exceedingly beautiful woman. It must be said that Chunyu Yan was rather blessed in this regard.
Feng Yun paused at the door for a mont before entering.
Seeing her, Jiang Yin snapped out of her reverie and quickly bowed in greeting.
"My lady..."
"No need," Feng Yun stopped her and sat down.
Jiang Yin poured her water, eyes cast down, "Does my lady have any orders for this concubine?"
No one visits without a reason; Feng Yun didn’t like to beat around the bush, and she was tired of riddles.
"If a person of high status took a fancy to you, would you be willing..."
"This concubine is not willing," Jiang Yin interrupted eagerly, refusing before she could finish.
After saying this, she set down the teapot and knelt softly in front of Feng Yun, looking up at her.
"My lady, please don’t drive this concubine away, will you?"
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