Perfect Destiny

Ch2.15 - The screenwriter of this play is poisonous

Handsome Broken Legged Little Military Advisor [15]

When he heard this 'joking' Yan Jingyi really laughed. He said coldly, "Zhen[1] actually is curious as well, in this Yan Country, who still can say that Zhen is joking?"

Chen Liguo said in a plain tone, "The Emperor's words are worth nine sacred tripods[2], this subject truly is not confident that Your Majesty's words are truly for deceiving this subject."

In a single moment, there was no longer 'you' and 'me', but the Emperor and subject.

Yan Jingyi said, "You come over."

Chen Liguo licked his lips and slid the wheelchair before Yan Jingyi.

Yan Jingyi looked down at Chen Liguo from above, not an ounce of warmth in his eyes and seemed very cold. He coldly spat out two words, "Kneel down."

Because of his body, Chen Liguo had always been exempt from kneeling, but today Yan Jingyi ordered him to kneel. Chen Liguo lowered his head and moved his body with his hands. After tossing about for a time, he finally kneeled on the ground with his powerless legs.

"Lord Ji." Yan Jingyi said, "Zhen is very disappointed in you."

"This subject just wishes to know, how has this subject disappointed Your Majesty?" Chen Liguo's entire expression was still indifferent, unmoved.

"Since you like Huige, why don't you ask her to marry you? And instead, let her be demoted into a commoner?" Yan Jingyi's tone implied anger. He felt that he seemed to have discovered a fact, a very terrible fact, but one that he needed to accept.

"This subject only has pity for princess Huige, there is no love." Chen Liguo said.

"Oh?" Yan Jingyi had a faint smile on his face and said, "Then since you two do not have the relationship of that between men and women, then what is this?"

He said this, throwing down a hairpin before Chen Liguo.

Chen Liguo looked closer and found that the hairpin was the memento of princess Huige's mother which he had received from the pawnshop. He wanted to give this to Huige as a surprise on her wedding day, but he didn't expect that it would be discovered by Yan Jingyi.

"Was it Le Qi?" Chen Liguo raised his head and asked one question.

Yan Jingyi said coldly, "Not him. The spies around you are more than you think." The implication was that although Chen Liguo avoided Le Qi, every time he went to the palace to meet Huige, it was known by Yan Jingyi.

Everything Chen Liguo did for Yan Zhiyao, in Yan Jingyi's eyes, became a matter of familiarity breeds fondness that he couldn't accept.

"What exactly does Your Majesty want to say?" Chen Liguo saw that Yan Jingyi's anger was not light and sighed.

"Why don't you marry?" When he saw Chen Liguo's calm expression of hearing but not listening, the anger that burned in Yan Jingyi's heart became stronger, he grudgingly tolerated it and asked coldly.

"This subject's body is disabled, even if this one becomes a relative, it would only drag others down." Whether it was demeanor or tone, Chen Liguo was very indifferent when saying this, as if he were talking about someone else's matter.

"So it turned out to be like this." Yan Jingyi smiled coldly and repeated it again, "It turned out to be like this."

Before Chen Liguo could he react, he saw him suddenly violently raise his hand and all the memorials on the table were flung to the ground: "Ji Shang, Zhen actually didn't realize that you actually think like this."