He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 248 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 25

Wen Yan's face revealed an inscrutable expression as she looked at the Prime Minister's sullen face and stammered, "Well, thank you for the Prime Minister's... appreciation."

The prime minister's mind raced for a moment, then he put on a smile and said, "No need to thank me. Minister Wen is a talented young man, and he has many admirers."

You have to admit he's shameless; he's back to acting like nothing happened.

His words were ambiguous. Wen Yan's brow twitched, and she looked the prime minister up and down: "Someone...in your heart?"

Her gaze was unfathomable. The prime minister was taken aback and suddenly realized he had misspoke. He quickly tried to correct himself: "No, no, it's not me, it's my daughter."

He didn't know who his daughter was interested in, but that didn't stop him from trying to build a relationship with him.

Moreover, Wen Yan has a handsome and refined appearance. When he smiles, it's like a gentle breeze on your face. When he looks at people with a cold gaze, he's like a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains—aloof and noble. Such a person should treat his wife well.

The prime minister pondered the matter on his own.

Unlike a father-in-law who scrutinizes his son-in-law, he was increasingly satisfied with his son-in-law and nodded frequently.

Liang Jinglan appeared behind Wen Yan at some point, his tall figure looking forlorn. He lowered his head and straightened her hair ornament.

The two years he spent abroad tempered his proud and impulsive nature; most of the time, Wen Yan stood in front of him, and he followed behind.

What he saw most was not her teasing gaze as she looked at him with a smirk, but rather her back view.

In a moment of distraction, Wen Yan had already turned around; she had noticed his presence as soon as he approached.

The reason she remained silent was that she was waiting for him to refuse.

She liked seeing him both helpless and determined for her sake.

Noticing Liang Jinglan's unusual mood, she frowned and declined, "Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister, but I already have someone I love."

Do you have someone in your heart?

The ministers, who were already listening attentively, now listened even more intently.

Which minister's daughter is so lucky that she made Wen Yan lose her heart?

The prime minister was clearly taken aback, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant: "May I ask which family's daughter she is?"

"You've all met me."

You've seen them all?!

Who is it?

"Minister Wen, are you sure we've met before?"

Wen Yan nodded.

The imperial court erupted in chaos, with everyone asking which young lady had met Wen Yan in private, creating a cacophony of voices.

Wen Yan remained unaffected, as if the discussion wasn't focused on her. She simply pulled Liang Jinglan aside and walked towards their location, then tilted her head slightly to look at his profile after they stopped.

The young man has become much more composed, unlike before when he would blush and tear up at the slightest question from the emperor.

His tightly pursed lips and clenched fist betrayed his inner turmoil.

Joyful yet restrained.

He can't cause trouble for Yan Yan.

Wen Yan easily pried open his clenched fingers. He looked down at her profile, at her meticulously combed hair, at her moon-white hair crown, and at her dark red court robe.

My eyes suddenly felt sore.

He blinked hard, moved closer to her, and the hem of his court robes mingled together.

The emperor talked on and on for a long time, but Wen Yan didn't hear a word he said. After the court session, Wen Yan was kept behind as usual.

Instead of waiting for her in the pavilion in front of the Imperial Study as usual, he sat alone in the carriage, conflicted.

When Wen Yan lifted the curtain, she met his bloodshot eyes.

My heart ached.

"Jinglan".

"Ah."

The voice is nasal, indicating that the person has been crying.

Liang Jinglan turned his face away, casually rubbed his eyes with his large hand, and stepped back a little to make it easier for her to come up.

As soon as I stood up, I was suddenly embraced. After a quick movement to regain my balance, I sat back down in my original spot and carefully put my arm around her waist.

He dared not look into her eyes, for both of them were wet, so he buried his face in her neck.

His lips were warm and moist, pressed against his collar, then moved upwards to press against his exposed skin, his breath coming in very soft gasps.

He was both happy and unhappy.

The carriage swayed and rattled as it drove out of the palace gate. He held her like that, only by holding her could he feel that she truly existed, and that her love truly existed.

Liang Jinglan said in a muffled voice, "Yan Yan."

Wen Yan replied softly, "Hmm?"

He didn't say anything more, just kept calling out happily. Wen Yan responded patiently, her fingertips tugging at his collar. Every time he spoke, his lips on his neck opened and closed with the word "Yan Yan," kissing him gently like raindrops.

Despite the bumpy road surface, Liang Jinglan held Wen Yan firmly in his arms.

Like a floating boat venturing into a reed bed, the ripples on the water shrink, and vast expanses of reeds embrace the lone boat, giving it a place to rest and a harbor.

He still remembered the night raid on the pirates, when the pirate captain pulled Wen Yan and jumped into the sea.

His heart seemed to stop. He searched the vast ocean again and again, and in just three days, he became emaciated.

On the fourth day, when Liang Jinglan felt she couldn't go on living, Wen Yan returned.

Ignoring the strange looks from the crowd, he rushed forward and hugged her tightly, with such force that he felt as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and share a heart with her.

He came to life.

He ignored the high-yield crops Wen Yan brought back, and only checked her injuries again and again, feeling sorry for her pale lips and wrinkled fingertips.

As expected, Wen Yan fell ill.

He stayed by his bedside day and night, taking care of him closely, and in just one night he became a steady and reliable person.

Later, Wen Yan handled affairs while recuperating from his illness. Finally, when he recovered, the emperor specially summoned him back to the capital.

"Sir, here we are."

The coachman's call roused Liang Jinglan from his reverie. He helped Wen Yan up from his lap, and together they entered the mansion.

Liang Jinglan reached the door, his tall figure pressing close to her, becoming a clingy maniac, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

He wasn't one to hide his emotions, and his arms around her waist tightened until they were completely pressed together.

"Yan Yan, I don't like old people, and I especially don't like old people looking for you as a son-in-law."

"you are mine."

"No, I am yours."

"No, that's not right either. There can't be anyone else between us."

Wen Yan listened patiently.

Having traveled through so many worlds, she learned a little more about him in each one.

This is good.

Her smiling face turned serious upon hearing his words. She cupped his face in her hands and said earnestly, "There is no one else, only us."

"Wait for me, we will definitely be able to appear in front of everyone openly and honestly."

Liang Jinglan's eyes trembled. He stared at Wen Yan for a long time before suddenly feeling relieved. He said in a deep voice, "It's okay. This is good too. You can do whatever you want without any constraints or obstacles. Just be happy."

This era is too harsh on women; being a "man" might be more liberating than being a woman.

His eyes were so earnest and fervent; he genuinely hoped that Wen Yan could continue to be unrestrained and manipulate the court forever.

She shines brightest like this.

Wen Yan paused for a moment, her eyes softened, and she chuckled softly as if she had thought of something.

He's always so captivating.

“Jinglan, I have never regretted being a woman. Women are kind and intelligent, and as resilient as a winding and strong giant vine.”

"They are wonderful, and I never thought of putting them in a man's shell and letting their achievements be attributed to a male identity."

"Although reality is harsh on women, we should never underestimate the power of women, and there will definitely be a day when women hold official positions."

As long as she is there, there will always be someone.

Liang Jinglan was shocked. He had never looked down on women; his mother and sister-in-law were both renowned female generals.

I only asked them casually if they could choose their gender in another life, what would they choose?

Without exception, both of them chose the man.

Her throat bobbed, and another answer came through her ear: Wen Yan's voice was gentle yet firm.

"If there is no precedent, then set a precedent; if there are no special cases, then create special cases."

Wen Yan is confident; she absolutely can do it.