Keep your voice down. Are you trying to look glamorous dressed as a forced lover?

"Wen Sheng found a wonderful book," Li Qingyan said casually, completely unaware of the impact of her words. But she didn't dare to look at it any longer, or she would be doomed. She closed the book and looked at Ji Mingzheng, only to find his eyes deep and gleaming with an inexplicable light, as if to say, "If you're so capable, then do what you say."

She raised an eyebrow, feeling challenged, and instantly switched into combat mode, her tone laced with sarcasm:

"But some people, what kind of behavior is this, indulging in this all day long? They are also corrupting people. With this free time, they would be better off reading more orthodox classics and learning what responsibility and moderation are."

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Ji Mingzheng's face, which had instantly darkened and hurt, and even looked like he was about to cry. Instead, she looked at Wen Sheng.

Ji Mingzheng is such a scumbag, he only wants to have fun and doesn't want to take responsibility. Besides, he's a master actor, she won't fall for it!

"Wen Sheng, I heard from Tang Fei that you have helped many orphans and sponsored their schooling. I came here today mainly to thank you. I just happened to get some white tea, so I brought it to you as well."

White tea is naturally pure white, and its production is extremely limited, making it a rare and precious commodity. Li Qingyan only had a small box of it, but he sent it all to Wen Sheng.

Wen Sheng is so resilient and gentle. She keeps giving gifts and even throwing charity money at people. Li Qingyan is so overwhelmed by her gifts that he can no longer maintain his indifference and now he takes the initiative to come to her.

People like Wen Sheng are rare, whether in modern or ancient times. She has no prejudice against businessmen, and even had someone specially record Wen Sheng's deeds.

All the details, big and small, have been recorded. Once there are enough, they can be compiled into a book and published, so that the world can see them and Wen Sheng can become famous.

However, this matter is still under wraps.

Wen Sheng's birthday gift is also being prepared as a secret.

Wen Sheng looked at Bai Cha, a hint of joy in his eyes. Being cared for by His Highness made him unable to contain his happiness.

But as soon as he smiled, he noticed Ji Mingzheng's disappointment and hurt.

His Highness was kind to him, but he was extremely sarcastic towards Ji Mingzheng, as if he disliked him terribly.

He quickly composed himself and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"You are welcome."

Li Qingyan understood that Wen Sheng wanted to be happy but was also considering his friend's feelings, but ultimately felt it was a downer and didn't want to see the annoying person, so he left quickly.

Of course, she did so subtly and naturally confiscated the book.

She wanted to take advantage of the quiet of the night to appreciate it carefully.

Of course, it can also be shown to others, serving as teaching material when passing levels.

In a moment of joy, he put the tea away.

Wen Sheng coughed and looked at Ji Mingzheng: "Ji Mingzheng, His Highness just now..."

"You don't need to comfort me, His Highness just hates me."

A look of confusion appeared in Ji Mingzheng's eyes. In fact, even now, he couldn't understand why His Highness had suddenly become so disgusted with him.

After overcoming those difficulties, their relationship had clearly improved.

He still remembered the thrill and intimacy he felt that night in the cabin, as she took a bath and he did her laundry.

They had clearly made up, but it seemed like things were slowly hardening after he tested Tang Fei, and he had that kind of dream again...

Perhaps it was because His Highness saved him the next day that he was still ungrateful.

Ji Mingzheng gave a wry smile: "It was indeed my fault before, no wonder His Highness said I was irresponsible and lacked a sense of duty."

His eyes held a complex expression: "Wen Sheng, I know you're good to me, but... you don't need to help me anymore."

"Helping me will only be a burden to you."

He was a burden to begin with.

Wen Sheng and His Highness have already shown signs of reconciliation, and he doesn't want to affect Wen Sheng again because of him.

"Your happiness will make me happy too. Don't put yourself in the middle between me and His Highness, and don't even consider my feelings when you're happy. I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me anymore. The more you worry about me, the more uncomfortable I'll feel."

Ji Mingzheng patted Wen Sheng on the shoulder: "From now on, I will try my best to avoid His Highness."

He could no longer have the friends he longed for.

Wen Sheng was about to retort, but seeing the bitterness deep in Ji Mingzheng's eyes, she shut her mouth.

Ji Mingzheng fell silent and locked himself in Changfeng Palace for two days, practicing every day to vent his frustration.

He didn't leave until the day Shen Lue left. Wen Sheng stood at the door, smiling at him.

Ji Mingzheng smiled and said, "Come with me to see them off."

Shen Lue has become a thing of the past, forgotten and unnoticed by anyone.

When he left, he saw Li Qingyan from afar once, and bowed as a farewell.

Li Qingyan presented farewell gifts, including some fine gauze fabrics that were both sun-protective and cool. In addition, he also gave her Yu Rong San, a herbal face cream that, besides whitening, also had a slight sun protection effect.

Shen Lue looked at the gifts that resembled those given to Song Dynasty girls when they went out, and couldn't help but laugh.

He thought, no wonder Consort Song was so decisive, and no wonder he also felt greedy, hoping that His Highness's gaze would linger a little longer, because His Highness was really too special.

Shen Lue's departure went unnoticed by anyone, and for many, the matter was simply forgotten.

In the end, only Ji Mingzheng and Wen Sheng, who had come with him, came to see him off.

Ji Mingzheng and Wen Sheng also presented farewell gifts, which were all practical items for the journey.

"This is a hidden dart, and this is sleeping potion. Use it if you encounter any danger on the road."

Ji Mingzheng's eyes were filled with complex emotions: "Thank you, have a safe journey."

He's already crippled; if he goes blind too, he'll truly be a useless person.

"Thank you for the gift, Mr. Ji."

Shen Lue's eyes were complicated: "As for thanks, there's no need for that. I made a request, and it's also your destiny not to go blind, otherwise you might not even have time to take the medicine and would have died before you went blind."

Ji Mingzheng asked in confusion, "Isn't the toxicity a secondary effect?"

"That's true for most of them, but some people are unlucky. Not only do they have eye problems and confuse day and night, but they also experience confusion between reality and dreams. Some people see a cliff, think they are dreaming, imagine that they can fly, and then jump off the cliff."

"However, this is just an isolated case; such situations are rare..."

Shen Lue casually explained, glancing at the sky, "Thank you both for seeing me off. It's getting late, so I'll be going now..."

"Wait a minute." Ji Mingzheng grabbed Shen Lue, his voice hoarse. "Young Master Shen, you just said that there might be a situation where reality and dreams become confused. Does that mean I might mistake something that happens in reality for something that happens in a dream?"

An unbelievable thought suddenly appeared in Ji Mingzheng's mind.

That absurd dream, perhaps it wasn't a dream at all, but something that actually happened in reality?

Otherwise, how could he remember it so clearly?

He had never imagined it was reality, nor had he ever dared to hope for it, but if it were all true...

Shen Lue looked puzzled: "It's possible, why does Consort Ji ask that?"

"That's possible..."

Ji Mingzheng murmured repeatedly, thinking back carefully. Li Qingyan's attitude towards him changed from the moment he said sorry. To her, his words were most likely an admission of guilt and irresponsibility.

Ji Mingzheng's breathing became rapid, his expression a mixture of crying and laughing: "No wonder...no wonder she mocked me, it turns out...it turns out I deserve to die."

He and His Highness had already done that, he had done so many outrageous and absurd things, and said so many things, but when he woke up, all he said was sorry and he wouldn't admit it.

He deserved to die, but His Highness only mocked him with a cold face, and even stayed by his side and saved him.

He deserves to die!