Yan Huaiying stood there in a daze, only to remember Wei Zhi's words just now, "It's better for Auntie to come."
His Highness asked her to wait on him like this
Yan Huaiying sat there, froze for a while before slowly moving out of bed. She pulled and pulled the torn open-chested western pajamas, barely covering her shoulders, and rubbed her feet step by step.
She had never waited on anyone before, so she couldn't figure out what to do now, Feng Zhi glanced at her slightly, looked at her domineering look, and sighed in his heart.
Why bother? For selfish desires or non-existent hatred, pay for your life
These children who were raised in a wealthy family since childhood are still too narrow-minded. They magnify trivial matters infinitely and intimidate themselves continuously until they are forced into Liangshan by imaginary dangers and fall into a vicious circle of self-torture.
I really don't want to embarrass her, not because of sympathy, but because I feel that being sacrificed by the family and being reduced from Miss Qianjin to bedside maid is already miserable enough, and she is doomed to get nothing in return. She will torment her again, this child hanged himself in Ning Yi's room They still have to move.
"Anyway, my hands are wet, let me come here, just now I was rubbing some mud, just now His Highness lent me some water to wash." She smoothed things over with a smile, and knelt down in front of Ning Yi to help him take off his wet boots.
Unexpectedly, Ning Yi kicked Yan Huaiying's knee with his toe, and said calmly: "Miss Wei's hands are dirty, didn't you hear? Why don't you wait for Sir to wash his hands?"
Yan Huaiying froze there, unable to move.
The kick on the knee was not heavy, but it broke her heart in an instant and kicked her whole body into the abyss. With just that one sentence, she suddenly understood that she was wrong.
She was wrong. Those legends that rely on the power of the royal relatives and relatives to show off their might to the high officials of the dynasty are just stories made up in the legend book. The protagonist there is not a prince who has experienced troubles like Ning Yi, nor is it Wei Wei. I don't know such officials who are hidden in the city.
In front of such a person, nothing absurd can happen, and no one can be misplaced arbitrarily.
And she was the one who really humiliated herself because of this absurd and wishful thinking, and it was irreparable forever.
It was she who gave up on herself—if she was able to worship at Wei Zhi's feet before, since then she was not qualified to be close to Wei Zhi for three feet.
She shook her lips, wanted to resist, wanted to explode, wanted to be angry, wanted to cry, wanted to do what she should do as a young lady of the Yan family as she had in the past ten years, but she dared not do anything, Ning Yi was not Wei Zhi, The reason she dared to play the young lady's temper in front of the gentle Wei Zhi was because she felt in her heart that Wei Zhi would not really care about her, even if he did not care about her because of disdain, there would be no future troubles, but in front of Ning Yi She didn't dare, this man who is as elegant as moonlight and as gorgeous as a midnight mandala, has his awe-inspiring and sharpness in his calm expression, but when his eyes swept over him so lightly, she felt that all his words were frozen, and then Frozen in the blood forever.
She believed that offending Wei Zhi might just lead to bad luck, and offending Ning Yi would mean death.
Although she didn't dare to attack, she couldn't lower herself immediately after all, she froze there, trembling lightly, her fingers were tightly sunken in her palm, she neither stepped forward nor retreated.
Feng Zhiwei didn't seem to see her, nor did she seem to have heard Ning Yi's order to Yan Huaiying, so she washed her hands in the water and said calmly, "I don't dare to be Miss Yan's waiter, I'd better get rid of it."
This is to remind Ning Yi of the other party's identity, and seeing Ning Yi's eyebrows move slightly, Feng Zhiwei knows a little better - he doesn't even know the other party's identity, how could there be any ambiguity? With Ning Yi being cautious, no matter how flirtatious he is, it is impossible to have sex with a woman of unknown origin.
"In that case." Ning Yi knew Yan Huaiying's identity, but there was a sneer on the corner of his lips, and he said lightly, "Such a woman who doesn't know how to behave, I don't have the patience to take it by my side and teach it slowly. Master Wei, this concubine, just Reward you."
Feng Zhi was slightly taken aback.
Yan Huaiying suddenly raised her head, her pupils seemed to dilate in an instant, and her eyes were filled with unbelievable horror.
"His... Your Highness, what did you say... what did you say..."
Ning Yi didn't even have the interest to say a word to her, he just turned his face to Feng Zhiwei and said nasally, "Huh?"
Feng Zhi sighed slightly, and lazily said: "I appreciate the reward."
"That's good." Ning Yi seemed to be in a good mood, he waved his hand and said, "Since she is your concubine, what are you doing staying in this king's room? Why don't you go out?"
"I'm not going out!" Yan Huaiying couldn't care less about being afraid at this time, the situation had reached the worst point, no matter how timid she was of Ning Yi, she still had to struggle for her own destiny.
With a "plop", she fell to her knees on the water-stained ground, knelt under Ning Yi's knees, and hugged his knees, tears streaming down her face in an instant, "Your Highness... Your Highness, I will learn... I will learn the rules well, Don't drive me away... I am your man, you just... you just... "
She was sobbing, and slurred a sentence halfway through, hoping to use this ambiguous hint to make Wei Zhi feel disgusted that she was already a broken body, so she took the initiative to refuse.
It's fine if you don't say this, but when you say it, Ning Yi raises his eyebrows, turns his face with a half-smile, and says, "What happened just now?"
Yan Huaiying didn't know what to say, she just hugged his knees and wept, tears and snot inadvertently stained Ning Yi's robe, Feng Zhiwei didn't like it, before Ning Yi noticed, she picked her up and moved her to the side one put.
What she meant was that she was afraid that Ning Yi would really kick her to death if she was upset, not because she wanted to cherish the life of this eldest lady, but because she didn't want to fall out with the Yan family for the time being.
Yan Huaiying thought it was Wei Zhi who deliberately didn't give her a chance, and immediately found an outlet to vent her grief and anger, turned around and stared at Feng Zhiwei, let out a low growl from her throat, and bumped into Feng Zhiwei.
"If you don't let me live, I will die by your hands!"
With a slight slap of Feng Zhi's palm, she was swiftly blown out of the room.
"Remember! Now I'm your lover, your god! You make trouble with me, and no one will give you a head when you die in this yard!"
She used force skillfully, Yan Huaiying was slapped out the door without any bruising, but was forced to roll her eyes and close her breath due to the wind of the palm.
Immediately someone came and took her away.