Chapter 136 Fate and Regret
"Get out."
The two cold words made the guard freeze in fright.
"Yes!"
The guard lowered his head and left quickly, not even bothering to answer the gentle questions.
The room was very quiet.
Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.
Wen Wan stood up and walked slowly to Wen En, her anxiety reflected in his light gray pupils.
She raised her hand tremblingly and touched his veil with her fingers, but at the last moment, he grabbed her wrist.
"Presumptuous!"
He had never scolded her in such a harsh tone.
"You're just a substitute, but you really think of yourself as my sweetheart, asking for everything from me?"
Wen Wan was stunned. She was not frightened by him. Instead, she choked with sobs and asked stubbornly: "Wen En, is it you?"
Hearing this, Wen En's eyes did not change at all, and his tone was calm, "Who is Wen En?"
Wen Wan's eyes were red, "Your eyes are very similar to his, and your height is about the same as him! You, you are Wen En, right?"
"That's all?" Wen En snorted coldly, "I think you are just like me, you just can't accept the loss of your lover, so you use similar people as substitutes. I have also become your spiritual sustenance."
When he said this, Wen Wan's brows tightened.
She gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: "Then take off the veil and let me see your true face! If you dare not take off the veil, you are Wen En."
Even if she was cheating, she still wanted to find out.
Even if the possibility that the little prince of Mobei and Wen En were the same person was slim, she was not willing to give up even if there was even a little hope.
Winn held her hand firmly, leaned forward, lowered his voice, and asked coldly: "Are you sure you want to see it?"
"Yes!"
The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, but Winn was finally defeated.
"Okay, take a look."
He said and let go of her wrist.
Wen Wan held her breath, held up a corner of the veil, and slowly opened it.
This is a face as handsome as Wen En, but it is not Wen En.
His face has sharp lines, a high nose and thin lips, and his skin color is wheatish. His cheeks are slightly reddish from long-term wind and sand blowing. This blush does not look sick, but instead adds a rugged heroic spirit.
He looks like a typical Mobei person.
Wen Wan stared at him blankly, looking at his face carefully, as if she still couldn't believe it, and then reached out to touch the skin under his cheek.
She remembered that even when wearing a pigskin mask, it would be difficult to tell whether it was real or fake.
Wen En knew what she was confirming and stood quietly without moving.
Finally, Wen Wan's tears flowed out unconsciously, and the hope in her eyes disappeared.
"Disappointed?" Wen En smiled bitterly, his throat was bitter, and he swallowed, "I told you, I am not the person you are looking for."
It is impossible to say that I am not disappointed.
But after confirming it, Wen Wan felt relieved.
She said gruffly: "Sorry."
Wen En didn't say anything, but raised his hand to wipe away her tears, but Wen En instinctively retreated and avoided his fingers.
"I'd better keep painting. I'm really afraid that one day I won't be able to remember his face at all."
Wen Wan sat back at the table and began to draw Wen En's portrait seriously.
Wen En stood by the table, watching her cry and draw quietly.
An hour later.
The portrait was completed, and the boy on the paper looked exactly like Winn.
"You...draw very well."
The light in Winn's eyes lit up little by little, unable to conceal his inner excitement. This was drawn by his sister for him.
Wen Wan didn't notice the light in his eyes, and her thoughts drifted away, "His name is Wen En, and he is a relative who I treat as a younger brother."
Wen En lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "He's not his biological brother, why are you so good to him?"
Wen Wan raised her head, "Do you believe in the fate between people?"
Winn was puzzled.
Wen Wan: "Some people can become friends when they meet, and some people still cannot be friends even if we have known each other for many years. Although Wen En and I are not biological siblings, when I first met him, I I know that if I can save him, he will become my relative.”
"Why?" Wen En asked half-understanding.
Wen Wan lifted the portrait and blew on it, hoping to dry the ink quickly.
"Is there any wine?"
Win En was stunned and nodded, "Yes."
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Wen Wan said softly: "You have wine and I have a story. Do you want to listen?"
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The sacrificial platform in the back garden of the Royal Court is the best place to view the sunset.
Unfortunately, it was cloudy today, and even the sun could hardly penetrate the clouds from beginning to end.
Wen En ordered someone to get the best wine, a small jar as big as a palm, and you could smell the strong aroma of the wine before it was opened.
Beside the altar, Wen Wan and Wen En were sitting side by side.
She uncovered the dust, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Winn, touched it to him again, and drank it all.
She finished, but the wine in Winn's glass remained untouched.
Normally, Wen Wan would have noticed this detail, but for some reason today, she felt dizzy after just one drink.
"I once had a brother, a biological brother."
When Wen Wan opened her mouth, her voice was blown by the wind and sounded a little distant.
"After our parents died, we were adopted by different families. Then...my brother also suffered what Winn suffered, but my brother was not as lucky as Winn, and no one helped him at the last moment."
Therefore, it was never Wen En who she saved.
It's her regret.
When she met Wen En in this world, God gave her the opportunity to make up for this regret.
Her story was short, and there wasn't much wine in the jar. She shook the jar and poured herself another glass.
She turned her head, smiled at Win En and said, "Look, is it fate that I met him?"
Winn: "Yes."
"Cheers to fate."
Wen Wan raised his glass again, but suddenly he felt like the world was spinning. He lost his grip on the glass and all the wine in the glass spilled onto his arm.
"Sorry, I might be drunk..."
Wen Wan was dazed, pulling on his sleeves and helping him wipe away the wine stains.
In a daze, she seemed to see the hideous and twisted scars on his arms.
She was startled and paused. She wanted to take a closer look, but he quickly put down his sleeves to cover the scars.
"Your injuries are so strange...it seems like I've seen them before somewhere..."
Before she could finish her words, she fainted on Wen En's shoulder.
Winn carefully held her head, snapped his fingers, and the chief steward led several strong women forward.
"Send her back to her room to rest."
The chief steward responded and said worriedly: "Your Highness, don't worry about such trivial matters as sending Miss Jiejie to rest. The medicinal bath has been prepared for you. You can go there quickly."
"You should take a medicated bath this morning, but Miss Jiejie has delayed it for two hours. The palace doctor said that you must take a medicated bath on time, otherwise the skin on your face will not be able to maintain..."
"Shut up."
Winn interrupted him impatiently and said fiercely, "Do you need to remind me all the time that the skin on your face is not mine?"
(End of chapter)