The distance from the palace to Prince Zhan's Mansion is not too far, but for Shen Zhaoning, every second is torture.
It was midsummer, and it was unbearably hot in the enclosed carriage. She was almost soaked with sweat.
Sweat and tears slid down his thin cheeks together, and his hair stuck tightly to his cheeks. Jun Beicheng couldn't put it down because of his pitiful appearance.
After finally reaching the gate of the palace, the man got out of the car, fully clothed and well-dressed, and left her a message: "Come and wait for her tonight."
He really treated her like a maid! A whole journey is not enough?
Shen Zhaoning adjusted his clothes in humiliation, his legs were so weak that he trembled. He fell back several times when he tried to get up.
Ah You's rich voice sounded outside: "Your Majesty, why are your clothes wet?"
Jun Beicheng took a look at his clothes. Because they were ink-colored, they were not noticeable when wet. Who knew that idiot had such good eyesight?
"It's just the tea that was spilled."
In the car, Shen Zhaoning looked like a overripe shrimp, daring not to say a word.
Just now, Jun Beicheng held her waist with one hand and supported her body with the other. He said in a very low and seductive voice: "I didn't notice you in the bath last time. You are really made of water..."
He looks serious on weekdays, but talks nonsense behind his back!
Staying in the carriage for a long time would inevitably make people think too much, so she could only hold herself up and get out of the carriage.
The thin body staggered and swayed twice, like a wicker swaying in the wind by the river, which might break at any time.
When I returned to the small room, under the dim candlelight, there was a small figure curled up on the bed.
His son has always been well-behaved. When Shen Zhaoning is not at home, he knows how to eat, wash his face and go to bed. He is just afraid of the dark, so he will leave a candle.
The more sensible the child becomes, the more incompetent she feels. Four years old should be a carefree age, but she has to suffer along the way as a mother.
She kissed her son's chubby cheek and said softly: "Come on, when we get to a new place and settle down, mother will always be by your side..."
After covering her son's belly, she simply took a cold shower and changed into clean clothes before heading to Xuan Yu Pavilion.
On the way, she kept reminding herself to be patient. It only lasted a few days, so she just had to be patient before leaving.
It's just that she didn't expect that as soon as she entered the door, there would be a scene of waiting for a bath. Did this man not know how to bathe himself?
A man's cold voice came from behind the screen: "Put on the clothes over there and come over and rub my back."
Otherwise, he always feels like he is sleeping with a pretty boy.
Shen Zhaoning cursed, put on her plain skirt, and obediently went to the clean room nearby.
The man's upper body was bare, and his fair skin was dotted with old wounds, adding a touch of masculinity.
The mermaid line is looming in the water, attracting people's imagination.
She picked up the handkerchief and wiped it on the broad back resignedly. Jun Beicheng was tall, but actually a little thin. They were all full of muscular muscles, not greasy or rough at all.
Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her thin white wrist and gently pulled her into the pool.
Water splashed everywhere, dazzling her eyes. Her thin waist was held by the man's big hands, and she bumped into that strong chest. Her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, looking extremely embarrassed.
Jun Beichen hugged the soft and petite body in his arms and warned softly: "No matter who you are, what purpose or secret you have, I will give you a chance. As long as you hide nothing, I will forget it."
He didn't call himself 'my king', but 'I'.
Shen Zhaoning was panting rapidly because of fear and nervousness.
Can she believe it? If he said it, he would go back on his word, eat everything and then kill him, who would she ask to reason with?
That night five years ago, as long as she denied it, there would be no proof. This would definitely not have been exposed, otherwise Jun Beicheng would not have reacted this way.
She raised her little face and complained stubbornly: "Your Majesty, I don't know what you are talking about. You forced me to come to Kyoto. I just want to be a free corpse collector in a small town and work part-time as a gangster." To support my son, Your Majesty can let me go."
Jun Beicheng snorted coldly, turned around and pushed her to the edge of the pool, bending her body into an extremely humiliating posture, tearing the thin skirt to pieces.
He was angry, feeling inexplicably angry.
She was clearly given a chance, so why didn't this woman know what was good and what was bad?
The water in the pool was rising and falling. Jun Beichen leaned against her ear and nibbled: "Last time in the bath, you wanted to kill me, and you said you weren't ordered by someone else? If you don't want this opportunity, I will kill you. !”
Shen Zhaoning was so scared that his whole body tensed up, causing the man behind him to let out a low groan.
She did want to drown him at that time, but she was not instigated by anyone, just out of self-protection and fear of exposing her daughter.
Didn't that mean he didn't kill?
While talking about killing her, this bitch man patted her body and said unflattering words: "Don't be so tight. I'll give you one night to think about it. There's no rush."
What to consider? She didn't come close to him voluntarily, she wished she could stay away!
The reason why Jun Beicheng believed that she was instigated by someone else was simply because she could not explain clearly the fact that she drew the portrait of the traitor.
She really couldn't explain this matter, and she only hated herself for being careless at the time.
It was absolutely impossible for her to reveal what happened five years ago, so she chose to run away!
Shen Zhaoning's thin, white arms scratched the edge of the pool, and her pink fingertips almost drew blood.
