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.
"Ha... Your Highness, congratulations." Jing Yan suddenly laughed, with a hint of unspeakable sadness. Qin Jiyan looked at him without saying a word...
"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.
Qin Jiyan looked at Jing Yan, remained silent for a moment and said, "Tell me, where is the other money?"
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? And I have nothing?"
"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 snatched 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…”
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
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
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
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.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
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
"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.
Jing Yan sighed softly and said quietly: "Since His Highness has personally checked, he must know my identity very well. I said that I own the money in the treasury. How can I be wrong?" The throne still belongs to his family.
Qin Jiyan stood opposite him, facing the wind. The night wind caused his robe to flutter, and the broken hair around his ears kept flying back, revealing his handsome but cold face...
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
"Both of your parents are also dead, and you still have a grandfather who loves you, but what do I have? All my relatives were killed by your good grandfather!"
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?"
"I'm just taking things from home, why bother?" Jing Yan admitted generously without making any charades.
Is this acknowledging his identity
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.
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?"
So what if you were born into a royal family? What about the orthodox direct lineage? His identity cannot bring him any benefits, but will bring him fatal murderous intentions.
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
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."
If you really want to talk about right or wrong, the founding emperor of Qin was not a good person...
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.
But…
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
Whether it was Qin Jiyan or Jing Yan, they both knew that this was the signal for Gu Qiancheng's success.
"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.
Qin Jiyan sneered, "If I don't leave the city, will you move?"
"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.
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...
As the grandson of the emperor, Qin Jiyan could find many people who would work for him.
"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.
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
"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.
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."
"I'm just taking things from home, why bother?" Jing Yan admitted generously without making any charades.
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.
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.
If you really want to talk about right or wrong, the founding emperor of Qin was not a good person...
"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.
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
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.
"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.
If you really want to talk about right or wrong, the founding emperor of Qin was not a good person...
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.
Qin Jiyan sneered, "If I don't leave the city, will you move?"
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, part romantic, part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
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?"
Jing Yan seemed to have said 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.
"I can't keep you, but I can stop you." Qin Jiyan was still swaying the wine glass, with no intention of drinking.
"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.
"Your identity, what's your identity?" Qin Jiyan put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Yan mockingly.
Is this acknowledging his identity
Jing Yan stretched out his finger and shook it at Qin Jiyan. People who didn't know better thought he was drunk.
"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.
Is this acknowledging his identity
"If you can't keep me, Your Highness will arrange for them to guard me?" Jing Yan also swung the wine in his glass. Qin Jiyan did the same action wantonly, but Jing Yan was more cautious.
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.
"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 snatched 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…”
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.
"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.
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?"
"I can't keep you, but I can stop you." Qin Jiyan was still swaying the wine glass, with no intention of drinking.
The bitterness in Jing Yan's eyes could not move Qin Jiyan.
"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.
"I'm just taking things from home, why bother?" Jing Yan admitted generously without making any charades.
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.
"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.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
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."
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, part romantic, part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
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 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.
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 only jade seal that can represent the identity of Prince Zhaoren has been found. No one will believe Jing Yan's words.
"Ha... Your Highness, congratulations." Jing Yan suddenly laughed, with a hint of unspeakable sadness. Qin Jiyan looked at him without saying a word...
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
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?"
Jing Yan seemed to have said 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.
Jing Yan seemed to have said 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.
"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.
Qin Jiyan stood opposite him, facing the wind. The night wind caused his robe to flutter, and the broken hair around his ears kept flying back, revealing his handsome but cold face...
"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.
"That batch of silver has nothing to do with you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Ha... Your Highness, congratulations." Jing Yan suddenly laughed, with a hint of unspeakable sadness. Qin Jiyan looked at him without saying a word...
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 noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
Is this acknowledging his identity
"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.
But…
"If you can't keep me, Your Highness will arrange for them to guard me?" Jing Yan also swung the wine in his glass. Qin Jiyan did the same action wantonly, but Jing Yan was more cautious.
Qin Jiyan sneered, "If I don't leave the city, will you move?"
"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.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
"It's not as easy as Mr. Jing to move money out of the treasury." Qin Jiyan did not continue to play riddles with Jing Yan, but spoke directly.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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 for him.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
Jing Yan stretched out his finger and shook it at Qin Jiyan. People who didn't know better thought he was drunk.
So what if you were born into a royal family? What about the orthodox direct lineage? His identity cannot bring him any benefits, but will bring him fatal murderous intentions.
Qin Jiyan sneered, "If I don't leave the city, will you move?"
But…
Whether it was Qin Jiyan or Jing Yan, they both knew that this was the signal for Gu Qiancheng's success.
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.
Without his great-grandfather's actions, he wouldn't be who he is now. He enjoys the benefits brought by his great-grandfather, so what qualifications does he have to say that his great-grandfather did something wrong
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
Is this acknowledging his identity
"Your identity, what's your identity?" Qin Jiyan put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Yan mockingly.
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
"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.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
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.
"It's not as easy as Mr. Jing to move money out of the treasury." Qin Jiyan did not continue to play riddles with Jing Yan, but spoke directly.
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."
"It's not as easy as Mr. Jing to move money out of the treasury." Qin Jiyan did not continue to play riddles with Jing Yan, but spoke directly.
"Both of your parents are also dead, and you still have a grandfather who loves you, but what do I have? All my relatives were killed by your good grandfather!"
"If you can't keep me, Your Highness will arrange for them to guard me?" Jing Yan also swung the wine in his glass. Qin Jiyan did the same action wantonly, but Jing Yan was more cautious.
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.
"I'm just taking things from home, why bother?" Jing Yan admitted generously without making any charades.
"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.
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, part romantic, part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
"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 snatched 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…”
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
"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.
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.
The bitterness in Jing Yan's eyes could not move Qin Jiyan.
"Ha... Your Highness, congratulations." Jing Yan suddenly laughed, with a hint of unspeakable sadness. Qin Jiyan looked at him without saying a word...
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.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
Jing Yan sighed softly and said quietly: "Since His Highness has personally checked, he must know my identity very well. I said that I own the money in the treasury. How can I be wrong?" The throne still belongs to his family.
"It's not as easy as Mr. Jing to move money out of the treasury." Qin Jiyan did not continue to play riddles with Jing Yan, but spoke directly.
"Your identity, what's your identity?" Qin Jiyan put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Yan mockingly.
Qin Jiyan stood opposite him, facing the wind. The night wind caused his robe to flutter, and the broken hair around his ears kept flying back, revealing his handsome but cold face...
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
"I can't keep you, but I can stop you." Qin Jiyan was still swaying the wine glass, with no intention of drinking.
"Your identity, what's your identity?" Qin Jiyan put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Yan mockingly.
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
Jing Yan seemed to have said 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.
"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.
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?"
"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.
"If you can't keep me, Your Highness will arrange for them to guard me?" Jing Yan also swung the wine in his glass. Qin Jiyan did the same action wantonly, but Jing Yan was more cautious.
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
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?"
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."
"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 snatched 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…”
But…
"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.
"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.
Is this acknowledging his identity
Qin Jiyan stood opposite him, facing the wind. The night wind caused his robe to flutter, and the broken hair around his ears kept flying back, revealing his handsome but cold face...
"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 snatched 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…”
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.
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."
"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.
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.
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
As the grandson of the emperor, Qin Jiyan could find many people who would work for him.
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, part romantic, part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
As the grandson of the emperor, Qin Jiyan could find many people who would work for him.
"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.
As the grandson of the emperor, Qin Jiyan could find many people who would work for him.
The only jade seal that can represent the identity of Prince Zhaoren has been found. No one will believe Jing Yan's words.
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
"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.
"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.
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.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
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.
"Ha... Your Highness, congratulations." Jing Yan suddenly laughed, with a hint of unspeakable sadness. Qin Jiyan looked at him without saying a word...
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
So what if you were born into a royal family? What about the orthodox direct lineage? His identity cannot bring him any benefits, but will bring him fatal murderous intentions.
"Both of your parents are also dead, and you still have a grandfather who loves you, but what do I have? All my relatives were killed by your good grandfather!"
Without his great-grandfather's actions, he wouldn't be who he is now. He enjoys the benefits brought by his great-grandfather, so what qualifications does he have to say that his great-grandfather did something wrong
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
But…
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
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
"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.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
The bitterness in Jing Yan's eyes could not move Qin Jiyan.
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?"
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
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.
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, part romantic, part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
Qin Jiyan looked at Jing Yan, remained silent for a moment and said, "Tell me, where is the other money?"
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
"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.
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
Whether it was Qin Jiyan or Jing Yan, they both knew that this was the signal for Gu Qiancheng's success.
Without his great-grandfather's actions, he wouldn't be who he is now. He enjoys the benefits brought by his great-grandfather, so what qualifications does he have to say that his great-grandfather did something wrong
Qin Jiyan sneered, "If I don't leave the city, will you move?"
The only jade seal that can represent the identity of Prince Zhaoren has been found. No one will believe Jing Yan's words.
Jing Yan stretched out his finger and shook it at Qin Jiyan. People who didn't know better thought he was drunk.
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
Jing Yan seemed to have said 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.
"That batch of silver has nothing to do with you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
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
"I can't keep you, but I can stop you." Qin Jiyan was still swaying the wine glass, with no intention of drinking.
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
Jing Yan stretched out his finger and shook it at Qin Jiyan. People who didn't know better thought he was drunk.
Jing Yan sighed softly and said quietly: "Since His Highness has personally checked, he must know my identity very well. I said that I own the money in the treasury. How can I be wrong?" The throne still belongs to his family.
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.
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...
If you really want to talk about right or wrong, the founding emperor of Qin was not a good person...
"That batch of silver has nothing to do with you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
So what if you were born into a royal family? What about the orthodox direct lineage? His identity cannot bring him any benefits, but will bring him fatal murderous intentions.
"That batch of silver has nothing to do with you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
Qin Jiyan looked at Jing Yan, remained silent for a moment and said, "Tell me, where is the other money?"
But…
"Your identity, what's your identity?" Qin Jiyan put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Yan mockingly.
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.
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."
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
"It's not as easy as Mr. Jing to move money out of the treasury." Qin Jiyan did not continue to play riddles with Jing Yan, but spoke directly.
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, part romantic, part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
Jing Yan seemed to have said 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.
Jing Yan suddenly looked at Qin Jiyan, the warmth in his eyes replaced by murderous aura...
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
Is this acknowledging his identity
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.
"That batch of silver has nothing to do with you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.
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? And I have nothing?"
"I'm just taking things from home, why bother?" Jing Yan admitted generously without making any charades.
Whether it was Qin Jiyan or Jing Yan, they both knew that this was the signal for Gu Qiancheng's success.
The only jade seal that can represent the identity of Prince Zhaoren has been found. No one will believe Jing Yan's words.
Jing Yan was stunned and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness." In order to force him to take action, Qin Jiyan really tried his best and managed to rush back to the city in such a short period of time.
"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 snatched 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…”
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...
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.
Jing Yan sighed softly and said quietly: "Since His Highness has personally checked, he must know my identity very well. I said that I own the money in the treasury. How can I be wrong?" The throne still belongs to his family.
Jing Yan sighed softly and said quietly: "Since His Highness has personally checked, he must know my identity very well. I said that I own the money in the treasury. How can I be wrong?" The throne still belongs to his family.
Jing Yan stretched out his finger and shook it at Qin Jiyan. People who didn't know better thought he was drunk.
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
Qin Jiyan stood opposite him, facing the wind. The night wind caused his robe to flutter, and the broken hair around his ears kept flying back, revealing his handsome but cold face...
"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 snatched 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…”
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
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.
So what if you were born into a royal family? What about the orthodox direct lineage? His identity cannot bring him any benefits, but will bring him fatal murderous intentions.
"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.
Is this acknowledging his identity
"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.
"Why does Your Highness have to go in person for such a trivial matter? His 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.
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...
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
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?"
"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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
As the grandson of the emperor, Qin Jiyan could find many people who would work for him.
Whether it was Qin Jiyan or Jing Yan, they both knew that this was the signal for Gu Qiancheng's success.
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.
So what if you were born into a royal family? What about the orthodox direct lineage? His identity cannot bring him any benefits, but will bring him fatal murderous intentions.
"Your identity, what's your identity?" Qin Jiyan put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Yan mockingly.
"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.
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.
"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.
"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? And I have nothing?"
"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 sighed softly and said quietly: "Since His Highness has personally checked, he must know my identity very well. I said that I own the money in the treasury. How can I be wrong?" The throne still belongs to his family.
"That batch of silver has nothing to do with you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
The only jade seal that can represent the identity of Prince Zhaoren has been found. No one will believe Jing Yan's words.
Jing Yan seemed to have said 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.
"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.
The only jade seal that can represent the identity of Prince Zhaoren has been found. No one will believe Jing Yan's words.
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.
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
"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.
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.
"I can't keep you, but I can stop you." Qin Jiyan was still swaying the wine glass, with no intention of drinking.
But…
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
"That batch of silver has nothing to do with you, you can't keep it." Qin Jiyan picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
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.
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? And I have nothing?"
Without his great-grandfather's actions, he wouldn't be who he is now. He enjoys the benefits brought by his great-grandfather, so what qualifications does he have to say that his great-grandfather did something wrong
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? And I have nothing?"
Qin Jiyan sneered, "If I don't leave the city, will you move?"
Qin Jiyan stood opposite him, facing the wind. The night wind caused his robe to flutter, and the broken hair around his ears kept flying back, revealing his handsome but cold face...
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
"Both of your parents are also dead, and you still have a grandfather who loves you, but what do I have? All my relatives were killed by your good grandfather!"
Jing Yan didn't want Qin Jiyan to see the jealousy in his eyes, so he looked up at the sky.
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.
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.
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.
"I can't keep you, but I can stop you." Qin Jiyan was still swaying the wine glass, with no intention of drinking.
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?"
Is this acknowledging his identity
"Obviously, that woman... was settled for me 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?"
"Do you think I will take it out?" Jing Yan smiled, part romantic, part noble, the arrogance of a descendant of Prince Zhaoren was clearly revealed.
It's a pity that Qin Jiyan didn't give him face, and said arrogantly: "You want to be my elder brother? You are not qualified. Do you have proof?"
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
Jing Yan suddenly looked at Qin Jiyan, the warmth in his eyes replaced by murderous aura...
One is gentle and restrained, the other is noble and steady, with no unnecessary movements, but just standing there makes everyone present dare not even take a breath.
"Your stuff? What a loud tone." Qin Jiyan snorted, his tone unchanged.
Jing Yan stretched out his finger and shook it at Qin Jiyan. People who didn't know better thought he was drunk.
The guards brought in tables and chairs to break the weird atmosphere.