The Marquis Is Innocent

Although she was angry, he felt happy, like he had received an unexpected pleasure.

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She was his sister-in-law, and Wei Yan remembered that. Grandmother treated him with kindness higher than a mountain. He and Wei Shao grew up together.

Wei Yan is actually a prideful person. His talents are indeed extraordinary.

He was older than Wei Shao. When Wei Shao was still a child, he was a teenager and already rode behind Wei Jing.

He always knew his mission was to assist the successor of the Wei family to achieve great things. He never had any hesitation about this.

Three years ago, a Xiongnu found him and he finally learned his true origins. It turned out his biological father was different from what his grandmother had told him, a warrior who joined the Wei family and unfortunately died young.

His father was King Rizhu, Wu Zhu Qu, younger brother of the present-day Xiongnu King, Shan Yu King. In his body, Xiongnu’s blood flowed together with the blood of the Wei family. And Rizhu King longed for him to return.

This knowledge troubled him. At one point, it caused him pain. After years of hatred, the Xiongnu he hated from his bones turned out to be his own people. And his grandmother, whom he always loved, had concealed his origins!

After a period of pain, Wei Yan finally calmed down.

He did not intend to recognize his Xiongnu father.

But it was also from that time he felt the injustice of fate.

Occasionally, he thought his brother, Wei Shao, was destined to be the head of the Wei family simply because of his origin. He could only exist as a supporter beside Wei Shao, although his ability was not inferior to his.

However, soon, he was able to suppress these thoughts he should not have in his heart.

Until now, he met this Qiao girl.

He grew up with a Confucian education. His grandmother hadn’t abandoned him, she had raised him, and Wei Shao had been his brother for years.

A woman, how can it outweigh the love of brotherhood?

Wei Yan could not control himself not thinking about her.

He was ashamed of it, but at the same time, at the bottom of his heart, because he loved the woman he couldn’t get, he had a feeling of pleasure he couldn’t restrain.

It was late at night. Perhaps because of the wine, Wei Yan felt he loved her to the bone. He threw away the jug, quickly back to the house, and ordered the concubines in his room to go out. He ground the ink, dipped the pen, stood by the bed, and began scribbling on the wall.

His forehead sweated, his body was hot, and the pen’s tip in his hand was like a snake on the wall. On the wall appeared the back of a girl with a flower pin. The girl seems to be walking against the wind, her clothes fluttering. She should hear someone called behind, smiling back, looking delicate, incomparably beautiful.

Wei Yan finished painting and threw away the brush. His eyes unblinkingly stared at the wall. His face was red, and his breathing was rapid.

He suddenly lifted the hem of his coat, and the sound of breathing became muddier. The shadow cast by the candle flame behind him on top of the painted wall seemed to be trembling slightly. A few moments later, he let out a long exhalation breath. And everything was quiet.

” No one is allowed to enter my room from now on! I will kill everyone if I know they are trespassing.”

A few moments later, Wei Yan said to the concubine outside.

His expression was very calm. But the harshness in his voice came out.

Although it was a summer night, the concubine seemed to feel a bone-chilling coldness and hastily bowed her head.