The Regent's Tender Darling

As she cried, Yan Ning lost all her momentum, swayed, and took a few steps back.

Yu Jincheng wanted to reach out to pick it up, but Keren fell to the ground, and his hand only trembled slightly for a moment.

Yan Ning almost collapsed and cried, crying so hard that she couldn't even breathe. She murmured softly: "It was you who turned me into this... I am not like this..."

I remember that the peach blossoms were in bloom that year, and although her father had ordered the marriage, she was really moved when he invited her to see the peach blossoms.

He said to her: The peach blossoms in the garden in spring are not as beautiful as a princess. I have no greed in my heart, but I want to take one. From then on, I will treat it with all my heart, care and protect it, and never leave it until the old age.

The eyes of the people under the tree were as gentle as stars, and the breeze blowing on my face felt hot.

Even if he said something casually or smiled, she would write it down with joy.

But the wind that year could no longer blow, and she was the only one under the peach tree, as if he had never been here.

Love comes and goes with the wind.

No one to blame, just blame the wind.

"...I know." A low voice sounded, and a trace of heartache flashed in Yu Jincheng's eyes unconsciously, and he regretted saying those words that he shouldn't have said.

How could she be like him? She never alienated her brother or complained, but what about him? In the end, I couldn't stand the guidance of the world, and I was willing to fall into disgrace.

At this moment, he didn't want to comfort her or help her up. He just wanted to leave the room. It would be much better if she didn't see him.

He'll be much better, too.

boom---!

A huge noise stunned everyone inside and outside the house, as if time had stopped.

Yan Ning stared blankly ahead. A man kicked open the door, with anger in his eyes that could not be ignored.

The candlelight shone on that slightly childish face, and he suddenly felt that he was much more mature than before.

The facial features are no longer as soft as before, but a bit tougher.

Liu Zhiyuan, Yan Ning murmured subconsciously, then she realized something and panicked.

Why is he here? He shouldn't be here!

When Yu Jincheng saw that the person coming was Liu Zhiyuan, his eyes were shocked at first, and then felt incredible.

Who in the capital knows about Liu Zhiyuan? He and I have become close friends recently.

He often drank and composed poems with him in Baihua Tower. However, Liu Zhiyuan kept a clean mind and never messed with the girls in Baihua Tower, nor did he allow other girls to mess with him.

Such a good man actually...

I really didn't expect it.

When their eyes met, Liu Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes. In comparison, he didn't feel weak at all.

"It turns out to be Mr. Liu." Yu Jincheng bowed his hands first.

No matter how unbelievable these things were, he would not ask too much. After saluting, he looked back at the princess, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes.

He said: "I will leave first."

Now that he has someone to trust, he can feel less guilty.

When Yu Jincheng left, Liu Zhiyuan did not stop him. Without any hesitation, he walked straight towards the man who fell on the ground.

He didn't mind the dirt on her body and wanted to take her into his arms.

Snapped!

The crisp slap made everything in the room become quiet again. Liu Zhiyuan tilted his head slightly, and his fair face immediately began to turn red.

"Get out!" Yan Ning glared at the person in front of her, her chest heaving for a moment, and her eyes were even more frighteningly cold.

Liu Zhiyuan slowly cast his gaze on Yan Ning's face. There was no trace of anger on his face due to the beating, but his eyes were burning.

"Sister, you hurt me." The gentle and aggrieved tone made people feel angry for a moment.

But Yan Ning knew that she was the princess of Anguo and he was the son of the Minister of Libu. They...should not be like this.

"Come..." Just as she was about to call someone in, Liu Zhiyuan grabbed the hand that hit the person.

He glanced at her palm carefully and distressedly, then gently put it to his lips and said, "Sister, please don't use your hands when you hit me in the future. It will hurt my sister, and I feel bad too."

As he spoke, he kissed her fingertips gently, full of tenderness.