"Are you leaving now?"
In the royal study room, the man sitting above, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, asked the person below him warmly.
Liang Ying nodded when he asked her question.
After Wen Qi recovered from her illness, she wanted to leave the palace but was stopped due to the martial law in the palace. She heard that Wei Yan's order was required to enter and exit the palace, so Liang Ying had no choice but to come to him.
"My wife has been delayed in the capital for a long time. Now that His Highness the Crown Prince's illness is much better, it is no longer suitable to delay."
Liang Ying said in sign language.
When Wei Yan said that he could understand sign language, she was a little surprised. Now judging from the man's reaction, he could indeed understand it.
Liang Ying felt a touch of uneasiness inexplicably.
"Delay..."
The man repeated these two words, still with a gentle smile on his face, but the unclear emotion in his tone when he uttered these two words made Liang Ying's heart suddenly skip a beat. She was thinking about how to explain, but Wei Yan skipped the topic again.
"It's already too late. If we set off now, we won't be able to reach Junzhou before the end of the year. Why don't we start again after the end of the year? How about spending this year with Wen Qi? He should be very happy." He was still trying to persuade him to stay.
Liang Ying refused without any hesitation: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. It's enough for Your Highness, Your Majesty."
This was a polite statement, but fortunately after she said this, Wei Yan finally stopped insisting: "That's the case , that's fine."
After that, he called Liu Fu and said, "Take my handwriting and send Mrs. Zhou out of the palace."
He got up and came out with Liang Ying. Liang Ying saw that he still wanted to send it. Your Majesty, please stay."
After she stopped him with her sign language, Wei Yan really stopped.
After taking two steps, Liang Ying seemed to hear him calling her name.
The voice was very small, caught in the wind, and had an imperceptible hold on it, making people feel as if they had heard it wrongly.
Liang Ying pretended not to hear and continued to move forward without looking back.
Wei Yan stood until the figure completely disappeared from sight, then turned and returned to the imperial study.
Without returning to his seat, he sat where Liang Ying was sitting just now.
The tea on the table on one side was still steaming. Wei Yan saw that she had not touched the cup just now.
Wariness, nervousness, and the disgust she tries to hide are all her feelings for herself now.
Wei Yan picked up the tea cup and held it tightly without making any next move.
He looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, and seemed to be watching the back of the woman who just left.
Liang Ying, Liang Ying...
these two words obviously poured all his tenderness into it, but the beast in his body was furiously hitting the cage that imprisoned it because of this name, constantly sending out signals of desire. .
Liang Ying, I'm calling you. You clearly heard it. You clearly heard it, right?
Why? Why can't you look back at me.
