NFBE Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Nalan Yin didn't say anything more and obediently ate his food. He knew he couldn't push Nalan Jingwen too hard and annoy her, otherwise she really wouldn't care about him anymore.
Although the effects of the medicine in his body had not yet worn off, he was not as uncomfortable as before. Perhaps it was because Nalan Jingwen's attitude had softened, or perhaps Nalan Jingwen had fallen into his trap. Either way, he was happy. He squinted his eyes while eating, looking like a white and tender little hamster.
Although he still eats with his hands, he is much more restrained than before. The etiquette he received in the palace has been somewhat effective.
Nalan Jingwen watched him eat, pondered for a moment, and said, "You're just going to come with me like this? You don't need to handle the affairs of the pavilion?"
Nalan Yin turned to look at her, a trace of crumbs still lingering at the corner of his mouth. Hearing this, he slowly said, "There are specialized people handling the affairs of the pavilion. I am not needed. Moreover, the Red Passion Pavilion is spread across the four kingdoms. I can receive intelligence from anywhere."
Nalan Jingwen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tentatively asked, "Who is it?"
Nalan Yin stared intently at her with her beautiful, dark eyes, sensing her probing intent, and then said nonchalantly, "It's Aunt Hong."
He knew what Nalan Jingwen wanted to ask, and while eating, he mumbled, "Hongqing Pavilion was established by Aunt Hong, so she knows everything about the pavilion best."
Nalan Jingwen frowned slightly. "What is your relationship with her?"
Nalan Yin paused, something seemed to flash in her eyes, and said, "My father had a fiancée outside the palace named Ling Shang. Aunt Hong was Ling Shang's friend."
He then looked at Nalan Jingwen again, a half-smile on his face, and said, "You investigated me, so you must have investigated Father. You shouldn't be unaware of Ling Shang, right?"
Nalan Jingwen remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Nalan Yin continued, "She found me a year ago and asked me to go with her and become the head of the Red Passion Pavilion."
"However, I did not agree to the first one."
Nalan Jingwen knew why he didn't agree to the first point. He had said before that he didn't want to live like a rat and wanted to live openly under the sun as Nalan Yin. As for the so-called Aunt Hong saying that she would take him away, she most likely meant to help him change his name and fake his death to leave the palace.
"Why did she take you away? And why did she give you this huge Red Love Pavilion?"
Nalan Yin ate too quickly and choked. Her fair face turned red, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Nalan Jingwen poured him a glass of water, but he didn't take it. Instead, he drank it from Nalan Jingwen's hand.
After catching his breath, he leaned against the wall, his hands still covered in crumbs.
Her watery eyes glanced at Nalan Jingwen, shimmering with light.
“She had an agreement with Ling Shang that if one of them were to have an accident, she would have to take care of the other’s husband and children.”
Nalan Jingwen looked at him with a slightly darkened expression, picked up a handkerchief from the side and tossed it to him.
"Clean."
Nalan Yin took the handkerchief, wiped her face casually, and then tossed it aside.
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing took a handkerchief, held his hand, and wiped it for him, her tone slightly cold: "If you don't want to wipe it, then cut off your hand."
Nalan Yin smiled and said, "Alright, even if you cut off my feet, Your Highness, I'll be made into a human pig so I can stay by your side forever, okay?"
The voice was cheerful and innocent, with a hint of longing in it.
Nalan Jingwen believed that if he agreed, he would not hesitate to cut off his hands and feet and turn him into a human pig.
She pursed her lips and remained silent, not answering his question.
Nalan Yin watched her movements with boundless greed, his eyes, filled with a smile, were deep and unfathomable.
He liked it when she focused all her attention on him, whether for a purpose or not, and he liked it even more when she looked at him intently and saw his own reflection in her eyes.
He wanted her to belong to him from head to toe, to bear the marks he had left, and he wanted to belong to her completely as well.
Nalan Jingwen wiped him clean, straightened his body, and said sternly, "You should sit properly. You are not allowed to sit like that."
Nalan Yin was straightened by her and returned to her original position, looking as if she was uncomfortable and in great pain.
His habits cannot be changed overnight; many things are ingrained in his bones and cannot be changed at will. We can only try our best to correct them.
"Does my elder sister dislike me like this?"
"If my elder sister doesn't like it, then I will change it."
He tried to sit up straight, but his back kept hunching over.
Nalan Jingwen withdrew his hand, no longer trying to correct his posture, "That's fine."
A look of pain flashed in Nalan Yin's eyes. He disliked sitting, or rather, he preferred to lie down or be prone.
No dog likes to sit, and he's no exception.
These actions had exhausted him. He approached Nalan Jingwen with some difficulty, lay down, and gently placed his head on her lap before catching his breath.
He pulled Nalan Jingwen's hand to his face, gently rubbed it against his cheek, and looked extremely satisfied.
Knowing that the effects of the drug were still tormenting him, they let him do as he pleased.
After Nalan Yin lay down, he continued:
“Aunt Hong said that Ling Shang had been kind to her, so she naturally had to repay her. Hongqing Pavilion was Ling Shang’s life’s work, and Aunt Hong was just managing it on her behalf. Before Ling Shang died, she entrusted her with the task of going to the capital to rescue Father. However, at that time, Hongqing Pavilion was not stationed in the capital, so she was unable to rescue Father. She waited for nearly ten years, but Father had already died, and only I remained.”
He took a deep breath and said in a broken voice, "Perhaps it's because I'm my father's child, and because she saw how hard I was living, that Aunt Hong wanted to take me away and give me Hongqing Pavilion."
"I asked her, 'I am clearly the child of Ling Shang's enemy, why did you save me?'"
"Aunt Hong said that Ling Shang loves her father very much, so she will love any child born to her father as much as she loves her father."
"Ling Shang knows that her father did not enter the palace voluntarily, and she knows his pain and helplessness, so she will not blame her father, let alone the innocent child."
As he said this, his voice was tinged with sarcasm, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Nalan Jingwen's expression was complicated. Even a woman he had never met knew that the child was innocent, but Hua Shijun, as Nalan Yin's biological father, was abusing the child so much, venting all his hatred on the innocent child.
His suffering caused his child even more suffering.
Nalan Yin's sickly complexion was caused by being imprisoned in a cage every day, never seeing the light of day.
"So, the first time I met you was all orchestrated by you?"
Although she phrased it as a question, her tone was extremely certain.
Nalan Yin paused almost imperceptibly, then propped herself up and hugged Nalan Jingwen's waist, saying aggrievedly, "Royal sister, Yin'er feels so uncomfortable."