If his chest wasn't still heaving, the guards would have thought he was dead.
Suddenly, the closed door was opened and Yan Jingxuan walked in.
The guard hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted and called: "Your Majesty."
Yan Jing waved his hand and motioned for them to go down first.
After the door closed, Yan Jingxuan glanced at the untouched food on the table and said, "I heard that you don't eat or drink? Why are you still thinking about seeking death?"
Han Qiancheng didn't say anything. He wanted to die, but he didn't have any strength in his body, as if he had been poisoned.
Since he cannot kill himself, he can choose to go on a hunger strike.
Yan Jingxuan was so angry that he picked up the ginseng soup on the table and walked over, pulled Han Qiancheng up and poured it into his mouth.
A lot of soup was spilled in the bowl, and Han Qiancheng didn't drink much. Instead, he choked and coughed.
Yan Jingxuan looked at his half-dead state, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you pretending to be like this for? Do you think anyone will still care about you?"
Han Qiancheng, if you hate me so much, why are you tempted by my sister?"
Han Qiancheng also wanted to know why? It was obviously just a show, but he got into the act and took it seriously, unable to extricate himself.
He really knew he was wrong, but it was already too late.
Yan Jingxuan added: "I promised my sister to forgive you, so you can't die. If you die, she will blame me. Did you hear that?"
Han Qiancheng raised his head and looked at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let me see her."
Yan Jingxuan frowned: "You will never see her again. Have you forgotten that it was you who harmed her?"
Han Qiancheng closed his eyes, feeling so heartbroken that he was about to die. He finally understood that living was the biggest punishment they gave him.
But he really couldn't hold it any longer.
Every moment of his life was torture for him, and even every breath of air he breathed was painful.
Han Qiancheng reached out and suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Please, kill me."
Yan Jingxuan pulled out his sleeves and said: "Impossible, you must live well, repent and atone for your sins."
Han Qiancheng was despairing. He fell on the bed and closed his eyes and said, "I want to die, and no one can stop me."
As long as there is a chance, he will not give up.
Yan Jingxuan frowned when he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and saw Xiao Chengyi walking in.
He asked: "Why are you here?"
Xiao Chengyi glanced at Han Qiancheng, and then said to Yan Jing: "You go back first, I will talk to him."
Yan Jingxuan nodded, turned around and walked out, closing the door for them.
Xiao Chengyi stood there and said: "Get up and eat your food. After I finish eating, I will tell you a story. If you still insist on seeking death after listening to it, I will help you."
Han Qiancheng opened his eyes and looked at him: "You didn't lie to me?"
Xiao Chengyi nodded: "The food is cold, come over and eat."
Han Qiancheng remembered that he just didn't have much strength and fell back several times.
Xiao Chengyi walked over, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, put it on the tip of his nose and let him smell it.
Han Qiancheng felt that the feeling of powerlessness gradually disappeared. He stood up slowly and weakly, walked to the table and sat down.
Xiao Chengyi sat opposite him and handed him chopsticks.
Han Qiancheng took it, glanced at the food on the table, and recalled the days when he and Yan Ruoling were in Qianling Valley.
When eating, the girl always likes to feed him, for fear that he will be hungry.
But now, no one will feed him and let him eat more.