The reborn princess kills the whole capital

Chapter 452: If you don’t want to answer, please give it some time.

"If I were pregnant, wouldn't it be bad for Prince Jin's Mansion?"

All the concubines in the harem are thinking about getting pregnant and having children. It is best to give birth to a prince so that they can have someone to rely on in the future.

"unnecessary."

Jin Yan replied, and then said, "The risk of having children in the harem is too great, and Prince Jin's palace is already a big one and attracts attention. Even if the side branch is not in the capital, the current status is enough to make people uneasy. There is no need for my sister to have children to consolidate the status of the father."

"Besides, having a child is harmful to your health. If you don't really like it, there is really no need to sacrifice half your life for a child. If the dynasty changes in the future, Prince Jin's Mansion will certainly find a way to take my sister away from here."

"Since it is from Prince Jin's Mansion, I will take care of it to the end. However, there are too many spies in the harem now, so I don't want to get involved. If my sister stays with Sister Hong and my aunt, we will have a good life."

Jinyan talked a lot, which was both a promise and a relief.

Xiao Tong's matter has made the emperor unhappy, and the entire Jin Palace has to keep a low profile. Naturally, she cannot always show her face in the harem.

At this time, Wen Yan had already taken his pulse and wrote a prescription and handed it to Xia Qingzhi.

"There's nothing wrong with my body, I just have a good life."

His voice was cold and still emotionless, but it was already a great gift to Xia Qingzhi, "Thank you, sir."

There are very few people in the world who can let Wen Yan see a doctor in person. The ministers of the DPRK have sent countless messages to the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, but he has never answered.

Jin Yan was in no hurry to return to the seat at the palace banquet.

Instead, he dragged Wen Yan around. There were many banquets in the palace, and a large area had been circled where they could move freely. Except for a few gates guarded by guards and patrolling guards, they could do There are many things.

The winter wind penetrated through the thick cloak and into the clothes, making it very cold.

Jin Yan took a deep breath, curled her neck down, and turned her head to look at the people around her, "Isn't it cold?"

she asked again.

Wen Yan was wearing the crescent-white robe she made. There was no jacket, only a large cloak.

He followed her the whole time and said nothing.

At this time, soft light fell in her eyes, and she was also detained together. Jinyan stopped and turned sideways, and the two stood face to face.

"not cold."

He stretched out his hand to cover her eyes. The eyelashes stained with ice crystals instantly softened, and her forehead felt warm. It was so comfortable.

Jin Yan sniffed and said, "I'm cold."

Then he stamped his feet again, "It's too cold!"

Wen Yan's body trembled and he was about to walk back, but she reached out and grabbed him.

"I don't want to go back."

"Your shoes and socks are all wet."

Following his gaze, Jin Yan lowered her head and looked over, "But I don't want to go back."

She emphasized, took two more steps forward, and muttered, "I want to go back to the Imperial Master's Mansion."

"You can't stay in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion yet."

"Can I stay?"

"Ayan, don't you still have a lot of things to do?"

Jinyan's eyes turned red, and she felt a deep pain in her heart.

"There are indeed many things to do, but they are not as important as you. Wen Yan, do you still like me?"

She asked bluntly.

Her eyes were as red as a rabbit, and her crystal clear eyes were filled with anxiety and caution. Her mouth was slightly pursed, indicating that she was very nervous.

The wind had already messed up her hair, her nose was red, and her cheeks were blown with natural, fine rouge...

Everything is too beautiful, too beautiful to be true.

Wen Yan was standing opposite her. They were only one step away. He could reach out to hold her waist, and if he lowered his head, he could kiss her lips.

They have been together for such a long time, and they can understand her thoughts at this time to some extent.

From the moment she walked towards him, he knew that today would be difficult.

It was hard to endure, but as long as I could stay with her, it wouldn't be that hard.

He could walk with her on this road until the end of the road.

"Is the question difficult to answer?"

She spoke lightly, and each word fell on him as if it were a heavy weight.

"You were clearly not like this when you were in Pingzhou City."

There was a cry in her voice, as if she had used all her strength to say these words, but she still said them gently.

Jin Yan wanted to be a decent person in front of Wen Yan.

But her face had lost all color and turned pale in an instant.

The tears in her eyes were like broken stars, which made people extremely sad.

Wen Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed her face with his thumb, his look reflected in his dark eyes, "Ayan..."

What should he do?

"I'm here. If you don't want to answer, just answer after some time."

Jin Yan suddenly smiled, a bright smile, her eyes quickly turned into moons, and the tears inside fell down, falling warmly on his thumb.

It made his heart hurt heavily.

"Wen Yan..."

"Ok?"

"Did I tell you that I have memories of past lives?"

"Ah."

"After I died in my previous life, I was detained in a painting. At first I couldn't see anything clearly, and I couldn't hear anything. Later, I could gradually see some things clearly, but I couldn't distinguish colors, and then I could hear some sounds. But very far away, I met a person, I don’t know his name or his personality, he is really annoying..."

Jin Yan continued to walk forward, walking very slowly and chattering a lot.

He stood beside her, keeping his eyes on her.

She used to think that Wen Yan didn't know what happened in his previous life, but later after seeing his attitude towards Xiao Yi and Xi Yunnuo, she thought clearly that Wen Yan should know.

He is a promoter, a witness, and even a participant. How could he not know this?

I don’t know how her fate in the previous life can be changed for her in this life?

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment at first, but when he carefully looked sideways at her, he saw that she was just telling a story, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. .