Jing Yan stood facing the wind, with the warm night breeze lingering around him. His neatly combed long hair was held in place, with not a single hair flying out.
There was always a calm smile on his gentle face. The torches around him could heat people up, but there was not a trace of sweat on his face. Facing the cold arrows, Jing Yan did not even frown.
Qin Jiyan stood opposite him, facing the wind. The night wind blew his robes up, and the strands of hair around his ears kept flying back, revealing his handsome but cold face...
Standing with his hands behind his back, there was no overbearing murderous intent, but he exuded a dignity that could not be ignored. Looking at Qin Jiyan like this, the smile in Jing Yan's eyes became deeper and deeper.
One is gentle and restrained, the other is dignified and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes the people present not even dare to take a breath.
The small six doors seemed to turn into a magnificent palace in an instant, and also like a battlefield. The two stood there, everything around them became a foil, until...
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.
After the tables and chairs were set up, the personal guards around Qin Jiyan and the secret guards surrounding Jing Yan retreated automatically without the need for Qin Jiyan to speak. All of them, including the archers on the wall, disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.
Pass.
After Qin Jiyan sat down, Jing Yan sat down opposite him and took the initiative to pour wine for Qin Jiyan, "Your Highness, call everyone away, aren't you afraid that I will run away?"
"They can't keep you." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it. Instead, he gently swayed the wine in the glass, relaxed and casual, as if he was really having a long conversation.
"If you can't keep me, Your Highness will arrange for them to guard me?" Jing Yan also swung the wine in his glass. The same action Qin Jiyan did was wanton, but Jing Yan was more cautious.
"I can't keep you, but I can stop you." Qin Jiyan was still swaying the wine glass, with no intention of drinking.
Jing Yan glanced at Qin Jiyan and knew that if he didn't take the initiative to speak, Qin Jiyan could sit down until dawn.
Jing Yan said as if unintentionally: "Didn't His Highness leave the city? Why did he come back suddenly?" If Qin Jiyan hadn't left the city, he would not have chosen to leave tonight.
"It's enough to take a look at your gold hiding place." There were no traps and there were no masters around, so Qin Jiyan didn't think it was necessary for him to stay.
"Why should Your Highness go in person for such a trivial matter? Your Highness has so many experts at his disposal, who can't handle it?" Jing Yan didn't think that Qin Jiyan had to leave the city tonight.
As the grandson of the emperor, Qin Jiyan could find many people who would work hard for him.
Qin Jiyan sneered, "If I don't leave the city, will you move?"
Jing Yan was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really worked hard and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
"It's not as easy as Mr. Jing to move out the money from the treasury." Qin Jiyan did not continue to play riddles with Jing Yan, but spoke directly.
"I'm just taking things from my own home, why bother?" Jing Yan admitted generously without making any charades.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
Jing Yan sighed softly and said quietly: "Since Your Highness has personally checked, he must know my identity very well. I said that I own the money in the treasury, so why am I wrong?" Then the throne still belongs to his family.
"Your identity, what is your identity?" Qin Jiyan put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Yan mockingly.
Jing Yan was not angry either. He also put down his wine glass, put his hands on the table, and looked at Qin Jiyan seriously and solemnly, "Your Highness, in terms of seniority, you should call me brother."
Is this acknowledgment of his identity?
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face and said arrogantly: "You want to be my brother? I'm not qualified yet. Do you have proof?"
The only jade seal that can represent the identity of Prince Zhaoren has been found. No one will believe Jing Yan's words.
"I knew it would be like this, so... you see, I never say my identity. Things like identity are really... very boring." Jing Yan spread his hands and showed a bitter smile.
So what about his royal family background? What about his direct lineage? His identity cannot bring him any benefits, but will bring him fatal murderous intent.
But……
The bitterness in Jing Yan's eyes could not move Qin Jiyan.
As a member of the royal family, he had seen too many incidents of killing each other for the throne. Although he regretted what happened to Prince Zhaoren, he would not blame his great-grandfather for it.
Without his great-grandfather's actions, he would not be what he is now. He enjoys the benefits brought by his great-grandfather, so who has the right to say that his great-grandfather did something wrong?
The struggle for imperial power has always been a matter of life and death. Whoever steps on the throne will not step on the bones of thousands of people?
If you really want to talk about right or wrong, the founding emperor of the Qin Dynasty was not a good person...
Qin Jiyan looked at Jing Yan, remained silent for a moment and said, "Tell me, where are the other coins?"
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, one part romantic, one part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
"That batch of silver is not destined for you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Now that I have it, it is destined for me." Jing Yan raised his glass and made a toast gesture towards Qin Jiyan, then drank it all in one sip and asked sarcastically: "Your Highness, your family is the one who snatches the throne."
Family, now that the money is in my hands, why isn’t it mine? You have such double standards, it’s not good, it’s not good…”
Jing Yan stretched out his finger and shook it at Qin Jiyan. People who didn't know better thought he was drunk.
"Want to keep that batch of money? It also depends on whether you have the ability." Qin Jiyan did not look at Jing Yan, but raised his glass and drank up the wine.
"Bang..." Qin Jiyan put down the cup. At the same moment, a firework lit up in the direction of Mufang outside the city and exploded in the air.
Whether it was Qin Jiyan or Jing Yan, they both knew that this was the signal for Gu Qiancheng's success.
"Ha... Your Highness, congratulations." Jing Yan suddenly laughed, with a hint of unspeakable sadness. Qin Jiyan looked at him without saying a word...
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
"Qin Jiyan, sometimes I'm really jealous of you, do you know?" Jing Yan's voice was very light and soft, as if he was unconscious.
Without waiting for Qin Jiyan to answer, Jing Yan continued: "You said... why am I worse than you? Why do you have everything you want? But I have nothing?"
"Both of your parents are dead, and you still have a grandfather who loves you, but what do I have? All my relatives were killed by your good grandfather!"
"Obviously, that woman... was set up by my adoptive father, but in the end she became your woman and helped you deal with me. You said... why do you have that?"
Jing Yan suddenly looked at Qin Jiyan, the warmth in his eyes replaced by murderous aura...