PFC Chapter 163: I have the desire but not the courage
Chapter 163: I have the desire but not the courage
She held up her skirt and hurriedly walked through the winding corridor. Her skirt fluttered as she ran, picking up a few fallen leaves on the ground. Her hair was also a little messy, with a few strands hanging down on her cheeks, making her look even more embarrassed.
Along the way, occasionally, the maids and servants passing by cast surprised looks at her, but she ignored them all and just ran towards her residence.
Finally returning to the room, she slammed the door shut, and slowly slid down to sit on the ground with her back against the door. Her chest heaving violently and she gasped heavily.
After a while, Shen Yiran slowly calmed down. She felt helpless, why did she feel flustered and want to escape every time she had close contact with Ren Jingzhi?
She sighed with regret, "Ah, I have the desire but not the courage. I always thought that if I had the chance, I could pounce on him, but when the chance came, I would run away in such a miserable way..."
Shen Yiran couldn't help but fall into deep thought. She secretly thought that it would be better for her to keep a certain distance from that icy face. After all, he was definitely not a good match for her.
Recalling what the Imperial Concubine had said today about Yu Gong Xian, after careful analysis, she became more and more certain that the Imperial Concubine's "Xian'er" who died young was most likely Zhang Damei's grandson.
However, Ren Jingzhi and Prime Minister Ren are not biological father and son. In this case, he is most likely the eldest prince Yu Gongxian.
If this reasoning is correct, then Prime Minister Ren's son should be living in Bazi Village as Zhang Damei's grandson.
Under such circumstances, once Ren Jingzhi's identity is confirmed, he is very likely to become the future monarch.
When she thought of this, Shen Yiran felt a strong resistance in her heart. She came from the modern era, how could she endure sharing a husband with so many women? This was simply a fantasy.
No, absolutely not! I must keep my distance from Ren Jingzhi no matter what, otherwise I will be deeply in pain in the future.
Thinking of this, Shen Yiran felt a sense of sadness inexplicably. If she said that she had no feelings for Ren Jingzhi, she would definitely be deceiving herself.
She was so devoted to the kiss just now, and at that moment, she seemed to have forgotten everything. However, reality was so cruel that she had to give up with great pain.
Originally, she was still thinking that Ice Face had promised before: "I only want to be with her for the rest of my life."
At that time, she was also shaken and wanted to open her heart to him, but judging from the current situation, all this is impossible.
As the future monarch, he will become the emperor in the future, so how could it be that he has only her?
Even if Ice Face kept her promise, those old-fashioned ministers would certainly complain to her every day about wanting to expand the royal family, accusing her of being jealous and so on. Just imagining such a scene made her very annoyed.
Oh, never mind. Since it has already been predestined, let's just follow the will of heaven.
Considering that Ice-Face has always been nice to me, I thought of some way to verify his identity, which can be regarded as a kind of repayment to him.
Shen Yiran sat at the table, holding his chin with his hand, lost in thought. The information obtained from the imperial concubine was like a puzzle, gradually piecing together a truth that could have a significant impact.
She carefully sorted out the current situation in her mind. If Ren Jingzhi was really the eldest son of the emperor, Yu Gongxian, then confirming his identity would trigger a series of chain reactions.
First of all, the court situation will inevitably be greatly turbulent, and various forces will also move upon hearing the news. Those who originally supported the prince or had their own ambitions will definitely not sit idly by.
But since he had decided to help Ren Jingzhi prove his identity, he couldn't give up halfway. Shen Yiran was thinking about the next course of action.
She felt that she should first make a personal agreement with Ren Jingzhi and the Imperial Concubine. It was all her fault that she was so shocked and surprised after hearing the relevant clues today that she forgot to pull out the Imperial Concubine's hair.
Shen Yiran regretted slapping her thigh. When she slapped her thigh, she accidentally touched the hard object on her waist. Then she remembered that this was the thing that the imperial concubine had changed for Yu Gongyu.
She opened it and saw that it was a token with the word "Dark" written on the front. The token was jet black in color, made of something that looked like iron but was not. It felt heavy in the hand and exuded a mysterious metallic texture.
The edge of the token is carved with delicate and ancient patterns, as if telling a long-lost story.
The word "dark" was carved on it with vigorous brushstrokes. The strokes were as sharp as a knife, revealing a sense of coldness and majesty.
The sunlight shines through the gaps in the window lattice onto the token, which seems to emit a faint light, making people wonder what kind of secrets and power are hidden behind it.
Shen Yiran was a little puzzled. What did Yu Gongyu give her this token for? At this moment, she accidentally saw a small note under the oil paper wrapped around the token.
She picked it up and saw that the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, the tip of the pen was sharp as a sword, and every stroke was full of power.
It clearly says: If you encounter any difficulties, you can take the token to Yuelai Theater to find the musician Qin Rufeng, and he will help you solve all your problems.
At this moment, Shen Yiran stared at the token in his hand, and Yu Gongyu's handsome and enchanting face involuntarily appeared in his mind.
Recalling the first time I met him, he looked so romantic and unrestrained, just like the unrestrained wind, spreading wildly and wantonly.
But in the many contacts that followed, she felt more and more that he acted steadily and never panicked.
Shen Yiran couldn't help but think of Ye Mingchuan again. The pair of eyes under the silver mask were like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, deep and mysterious.
There is a cold light in his eyes, as if he can see everything in the world clearly, but it is difficult to guess the emotions hidden behind them.
Gradually, the appearance of Yu Gongyu and Ye Mingchuan overlapped. Shen Yiran sighed softly, perhaps the cynical and unrestrained appearance that Yu Gongyu presented in front of everyone was just a cover-up.
Otherwise, how could the emperor hand over hundreds of thousands of troops to him? You know, this is related to the lifeblood of the entire Northern Tang Kingdom. After careful analysis, Ye Mingchuan should be the true appearance of Yu Gongyu.
But why did he let the Imperial Concubine give her this token? Was it because she saved his life before?
Thinking of this, the scene that happened on the horse when she got married appeared again clearly like a movie. She still didn't quite understand how Yu Gongyu recognized that she was the one who saved him that night?
Could it be that during the space operation, he was not in a deep coma and heard her talking? This possibility is very high.
In addition, when he rescued Ge'er and her mother from the hands of the Third Prince Yu Gongxuan that day, it was very likely that he saw all of this.
He was so smart that he would definitely be able to figure it out if he thought about it carefully. Anyway, now they both knew each other's secrets.
Shen Yiran thought again of the dagger with leaf patterns that Yu Gongyu dropped on the carriage that night. It could actually open the door to the mysterious space.