Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Ying Huan preferred plain colors and bought a skirt from an official lady. However, she was used to wearing disciple uniforms and was not very good at choosing clothes from a human lady.

Finally, she chose a light green skirt. Ying Huan felt that the color green had a good meaning. After everything dies, grass will grow, which symbolizes vitality.

Ji Yan changed her clothes and heard about what happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion from Ying Huan. She looked silent and lowered her eyelashes, but she didn't cry. She had cried enough, but her heart was still sore.

Ying Huan said: "Master asked us to come down from the mountain to pick you up and take you to Fairy Mountain. When you are ready, we will take you away."

Ji Yan nodded and said with a gentle voice: "I want to go to the palace to meet my aunt before leaving."

"Aunt?" Ying Huan was stunned for a moment, then thought of something again, and said in a voice, "Is she the queen of Da Chu? This matter shouldn't be difficult. I will tell my senior brother later."

When mentioning Shen Weichu, Ji Yan hesitated and asked, "Where is Lang Jun now?"

Ying Huan stared at the young lady in front of her unblinkingly. The young lady raised by the Prime Minister's Mansion was indeed different. She was soft and delicate, with a pale face that could squeeze water out of her mouth. The tone of voice when she called her senior brother, husband, made her a woman. I couldn't help but crisp half of the bones.

After coughing, Ying Huan said seriously: "Senior brother and junior brother went to the Prime Minister's Mansion together. We suspected that the disaster in the Prime Minister's Mansion was related to evil spirits, so senior brother went to investigate."

"There is a marriage contract between you and your senior brother. He will not ignore you and will help you find out the truth no matter what."

The girl responded with a weak smile, and Ying Huan couldn't help but sigh, the Miss Prime Minister's Mansion is really pitiful.

...

After Ji Yan and Ying Huan finished lunch, Shen Weichu took Gu Yanqing back to Shen's house.

After Ying Huan told her senior brother that Ji Yan wanted to enter the palace, Shen Weichu looked at his fiancée and said, "I will take you into the palace."

The girl raised her lips in surprise: "Okay."

It's better to choose the day than to hit it. Shen Weichu didn't rest for long before taking his young fiancée into the palace.

The usually solitary white figure was suffused with a touch of aqua, which looked quite strange. Gu Yanqing shook his fan and said, "Senior Sister, do you think Senior Brother will marry this poor young lady in the future?"

"I think so." Ying Huan touched his chin, "Don't forget, when senior brother first chose the path, it was because of his engagement with the Miss Prime Minister's Mansion that he did not choose to practice the ruthless path."

"You know again?"

Ying Huan rolled her eyes at him: "It's obvious, okay? What do you little brat know?"

...

Ji Yan has been spoiled again in the Prime Minister's Palace for more than ten years. Yun He is always there to help her with everything. There is always a means of transportation wherever she wants to go, so she doesn't have to go there herself.

She followed Shen Weichu. It was okay at first, but it became more and more difficult as she got to the back.

She just didn't want Shen Weichu to find that he couldn't even walk well, so he persisted for a long time.

It wasn't until Shen Weichu heard the breathing behind him getting heavier and faster that he stopped and turned around.Ji Yan kept walking with her head down and didn't notice that he stopped, and she immediately bumped into him.

"Well."

Shen Weichu's quick eyes and hands quickly grasped her waist. The girl who only reached his chest did not have time to take away the aggrieved look on her face. Ruddy and gorgeous color.

The face looked only about the size of a palm, the skin was white and pink, and the aqua-green skirt was like green leaves, embellishing the delicate flower that had been raised with care.

Shen Weichu was slightly silent because he had not considered it well before and did not consider that she might not be used to walking for such a long time.

He had no money bag with him to hire a carriage for her.

Ji Yan raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose. When she raised her eyes, she saw that Shen Weichu was in a daze, seeming to be thinking about something, very absorbed in his thoughts.

Ji Yan blinked curiously and saw that his expression had returned to normal.

Shen Weichu took out a jade token and handed it to her, and whispered: "Miss, wait for me here for a moment. If you are in danger, crush this token and summon me."

Ji Yan took the jade token with a cry, lowered her eyes and took a closer look. When she raised her head again, Shen Weichu had gone far away, and she didn't know where she went.

When he came back, the young monk pulled a carriage.

Ji Yan's eyes widened and she didn't know where he got it from. She glanced at Shen Weichu briefly and felt that he was missing something compared to before, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Shen Weichu led the carriage in front of her and opened the door.

Without him saying anything more, Ji Yan understood what he meant. She lifted up the skirt with both hands and bent down to climb up, but it was too high and she couldn't lift her legs up.

In the past, at the Prime Minister's Palace, Yun He would bring an embroidery stool for her to step on, so that she could get up on it alone.

Now that there was no embroidery bench, she didn't lift the hem of her skirt. Instead, she held a random spot with her fingers and struggled to climb up. Her face, which had calmed down after just taking a break, turned as pink as the morning glow.

Shen Weichu would not look at her unless necessary.

So when Ji Yan turned around to look, she saw him standing one meter away from her, his eyes focused elsewhere.

Ji Yan pursed her lips, her face was pink, and she said feebly: "Mr. Lang, I can't get up."

She seemed a little angry, angry with herself, her voice was delicate and full of resentment.

Shen Weichu turned around and saw her face, which was red with anger. Her fingers were white when she grasped them. The pleats of her skirt were stacked like ripples on the lake. The softness covered her calves. The embroidered shoes on her feet were still on them. They were not going up or down. Shen Weichu had a glimpse. A piece of snow-white stockings.

In just one second, a thin layer of gauze fell down, covering the snowy color.

"Hold her up."

said the voice in my head.

Shen Weichu frowned, "This is not etiquette."

"What are you afraid of? There is no one here, so why not give her a hug? Besides, she won't be angry with you."

That voice had been there for a long time. When he first heard it, Shen Weichu thought that he had given birth to a demon inside him. After a long period of seclusion, he realized that it was not a demon at all.

It told Shen Weichu that his name was System, and asked him to capture his fiancée, Ji Yan, the miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Only by successfully capturing Ji Yan can he realize his wish.

Shen Weichu's wish is that one day he can inquire about the way of heaven.

He neither agreed nor rejected the system's conditions.

This time, he did not listen to the system's words. Instead, he compromised and turned his spiritual power into silk threads to tie the young lady's waist. Under her astonished eyes, he safely put the person into the carriage.

Ji Yan was stunned.

She sat down and remained eerily silent for a long time.

Shen Weichu breathed a sigh of relief and sat in front of the carriage to mount the horse.

I don't know how long it took, but the girl's soft and low voice came from the carriage: "In fact, you don't have to go to such trouble. You only need to bring a wooden stool with you in the future."

After hearing this, Shen Weichu sighed.

The voice of the young fiancée in the carriage continued to be heard: "Elder Guixu once promised me that if I successfully overcome the tribulation, he will accept me as his disciple, so Lang Jun is also my senior brother, so there is no need to call me Ji." Miss."