freenovelworld Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Outside the palace, a fierce wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The person in her arms seemed to be completely absorbed in their own world, their consciousness already blurred.
Nalan Jingwen's eyes were deep and dark. She stood still, while Nalan Yin held her tightly. Fortunately, her fabric was of good quality, or he would have torn it.
"Nalan Yin, can you hear me?"
Nalan Yin kept his eyes closed, trembling violently in her arms. With each clap of thunder, he would uncontrollably snuggle closer to her, murmuring something.
When Nalan Jing realized that calling him was useless, he simply sat down on the edge of the bed with Nalan Yin in his arms and waited for Nalan Yin to wake up.
During this time, her clothes were disheveled by him, but she didn't have the hands to tidy them up herself, so she just let him be.
The rain outside lasted for about fifteen minutes before gradually subsiding, the thunder ceased, and Nalan Yin's trembling body in my arms gradually calmed down.
Only when the sound of rain almost disappeared did the boy in her arms slowly regain consciousness. When his consciousness returned, he was somewhat dazed, not knowing where he was. He raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes met Nalan Jingwen's indifferent gaze.
Nalan Jingwen remained expressionless as she wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes. The boy stared blankly at her, somewhat bewildered.
His face was icy cold, but when he touched her warm hand, he instinctively pressed his face against it, like a little wolf cub letting its guard down, wanting to absorb warmth.
Then, he quickly realized that he was not in the cold iron cage, but in the woman's arms. Upon realizing this, panic and helplessness flashed across his face, and he struggled to get down.
Nalan Jingwen did not stop him, letting him go down and stand still on the ground.
He glanced at Nalan Jingwen's slightly disheveled clothes, a fleeting look of infatuation flashing in his eyes, before quickly looking up at Nalan Jingwen again.
"Why don't you leave yet?"
Nalan Jingwen casually straightened his clothes, and without even looking up when he heard his words, he said indifferently, "You're afraid of thunder. If I leave, are you planning to stay in that iron cage?"
Nalan Yin subconsciously felt embarrassed and turned her head away, saying, "What's it to you?"
Nalan Jingwen didn't argue with him, but continued, "Why did you lock yourself in an iron cage?"
Nalan Yin remained silent.
Nalan Jing, seeing that he remained silent, did not press him, and continued, "Is it because of Lord Hua?"
Nalan Yin suddenly looked up, glaring at her fiercely, "Get out! Get out now! I don't want to see you!"
Nalan Jingwen straightened her clothes, stood up and walked towards him, raised her hand to lift his chin, and carefully examined his face.
"I heard them say you look a lot like Hua Shijun?"
"It is beautiful."
Nalan Yin began to tremble all over, her hands hanging at her sides clenched tightly, as if she was enduring something, her nails digging into her flesh.
Nalan Jingwen glanced down at it, chuckled, and continued, "This iron cage, was it prepared for you by Hua Shijun?"
"Shut up!"
Nalan Yin's eyes were bloodshot as she tried her best to suppress her trembling.
Nalan Jingwen, however, had no intention of stopping. "Before you were ten years old, did you live in this iron cage?"
"I told you to shut up!"
His hand reached out towards Nalan Jingwen, but the latter grabbed it, pulled it behind his back, and drew him into his arms, continuing in his ear, "You despise Hua Shijun, and you despise even more when people say you look like him, right?"
So when they first met him, those people said he looked exactly like the deceased Hua Guijun, which is why he chose to rebel and kill them.
The person in his arms struggled violently, trying to break free from Nalan Jingwen's grasp, but no matter how hard they struggled, it was to no avail.
“You despise everything about Hua Shijun, but you can’t erase everything he left on you. So many years of habits etched into your bones make it impossible for you to break free.”
Even if he feels pain, he can only find a sliver of solace in that pain.
It's like he clearly loathed that dark, cold iron cage, but years of habit made him curl up inside to find a sense of security.
"Hua Shijun mistreated you, didn't he?"
Because of the bond of blood, it is more heartbreaking than when outsiders bully him.
"It's none of your business!!"
He roared, gradually breaking down, his psychological defenses crumbling, Nalan Jingwen's words echoing in his ears like demonic chants.
Nalan Jingwen tightened his grip, rendering the man immobile. From initial frenzy to subsequent helplessness and confusion, he began to choke out, "What exactly do you want?"
"So what if you're right? I'm just being a jerk, so what? Do you find me disgusting? Disgusting that you saved someone like me."
"I have never found you disgusting."
"So what are you doing now?"
Nalan Jingwen stroked his soft hair that was draped behind him and said calmly, "I just want to tell you that as long as you behave, I can protect you for the rest of your life."
The person in his arms suddenly fell silent. Nalan Jingwen continued, "As long as you have not hidden anything from me, since I have helped you, I will take full responsibility for it."
Even if he marries someone else in the future, she will still keep her promise.
"Think about it, this is a good deal."
The person in his arms suddenly laughed, a laugh that was extremely ironic.
"I thought you were helping me without expecting anything in return, but it turns out you had an ulterior motive."
"No one does things without a purpose, do they?"
"What did you find out?"
Nalan Jingwen curled his lips, "It's just some trivial matter."
"However, I hope you can tell me this yourself."
Nalan Yin buried his face in her neck, and muffled laughter escaped from his mouth.
“You women are all heartless and ungrateful. When you are useful, you flatter us with sweet words, but when you are no longer useful, you kick us aside. To do business with you is tantamount to courting death.”
Nalan Jingwen frowned slightly but remained silent.
How do I know whether what you say counts or not?
"How do you want me to prove it?"
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Nalan Jingwen pulled the person out of his arms, and Nalan Yin stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Is this all you've learned these days?"
Nalan Yin looked up at her, her eyes filled with blatant sarcasm.
"Are you trying to say I'm shameless? I was raised like a dog since I was a child, how would I know anything about propriety and shame?"