Yan Zhen leaned close to her ear and said, "Naturally, it's not as fresh as Xin'er's."
An Xin raised her foot to kick, but Yan Zhen tightened his hand on her waist and pulled her into his arms, whispering, "The ancients said that a day apart feels like three autumns, but I have only been apart from you for a few hours, yet I miss you terribly. Stop fooling around, let me hold you for a while."
An Xin's kick didn't land, but her ears turned slightly red, and she muttered, "How dare an ancient person say 'ancient person's words'!"
After all, this was in the palace, and the Right Chancellor was used to being shameless. She, however, still had some sense of propriety. Just as she was about to push him away, she heard a timid voice say, "Sister..."
An Xin then remembered that Wen Wan was still standing to the side. She secretly raised her hand and pinched Yan Zhen hard. Yan Zhen glanced at her, her expression unchanged, but she let go of her hand.
"What's wrong?" An Xin looked at An Wan, but saw that An Wan's gaze was fixed on Yan Zhen, so she frowned.
An Wan's gaze remained fixed on Yan Zhen, and she suddenly said, "Wan'er greets the Right Prime Minister... I am An Xin's long-lost younger sister, An Wan."
Yan Zhen raised his eyelashes, his gaze falling lightly on the dust-repelling bead in An Wan's hair. He glanced at An Xin casually, then smiled and said, "Hmm, according to etiquette, you should call me brother-in-law."
An Xin's lips twitched.
An Wan immediately called out sweetly, "Brother-in-law."
Yan Zhen said with great satisfaction, "Good boy."
An Xin couldn't stand it anymore and walked forward. An Wan immediately smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, can Wan'er go to the Moon Gazing Pavilion?"
Yan Zhen shook his folding fan: "Of course."
An Wan immediately said aggrievedly, "But Father wouldn't let Wan'er go in just now, saying that this is a royal area and I can't just wander around."
Yan Zhen smiled and said, "Did your father say something wrong?"
An Wan immediately stepped forward and said, "So the most powerful one is my brother-in-law, right? If my brother-in-law says it's okay to go in, then it's okay to go in."
Yan Zhen raised her hand and pulled An Xin's arm, smiling brightly, and said, "Your little sister is much cuter than you."
An Xin was furious and tried to shake off his hand, but she couldn't. Yan Zhen leaned down and pecked her lips, then chuckled and said, "The less adorable you are, the more I like you."
An Xin was furious. Although she had a bad temper, she was usually calm and collected and rarely got angry with anyone. How come she changed completely when it came to Yan Zhen?!
"Ah—" An Wan suddenly cried out in pain, and An Xin looked at her abruptly.
An Wan's face turned pale as she said, "Sister, I accidentally twisted my ankle, can you help me?"
An Xin looked at Yan Zhen, who indeed let go. An Xin walked over, squatted down, lifted An Wan's foot, glanced at it, paused for a moment, and said, "Yan Zhen, you go to Wangyue Pavilion first, I will take her back."
Yan Zhen paused, glanced at An Xin, and slowly walked away.
An Xin stood up, then stared at An Wan coldly and said, "You've taken your acting to the palace?"
An Wan glanced in the direction Yan Zhen had left, then smiled and took An Xin's hand, saying, "Sister, I'm only doing this for your own good."
An Xin stared at her indifferently.
An Wan, still unaware of her surroundings, tugged at An Xin's sleeve and said, "Sister, the reason I didn't want to be with Ling Xiyao back then was because I fell in love with the Right Prime Minister at first sight. Sister, I'll give Ling Xiyao to you, so will you give the Right Prime Minister to me in return?"
An Xin's eyes narrowed suddenly.
She wasn't someone with confused emotions; she either liked someone or disliked someone. She asked herself honestly if her feelings for Yan Zhen were unusual and different from others. This difference was what made her so irritable. But did this different feeling mean she liked him?
The matter of love is indeed a case with a jumbled mess of clues; no matter how much she analyzes it, she still can't figure it out.
The moment An Wan said those words, her first reaction was that something was wrong!
"Sister, you don't even like the Right Prime Minister, so why are you still clinging to his favor? Isn't Ling Xiyao quite good? Sister, why don't you go and beg Ling Xiyao to reconcile with you?" An Wan kept shaking An Xin's arm. She didn't know if she liked the Right Prime Minister, but whenever she saw him, she couldn't help but be infatuated with him. Since he liked her sister, he must be able to like her too. As long as her sister let go, he would belong to her!
"Sister, did you hear that? Give me the Right Chancellor..."
"Can feelings be given up so easily?!" An Xin's tone suddenly became stern. Analyzing An Wan from a psychological perspective, she was, to put it bluntly, an extremely selfish person. Putting aside whether she liked Yan Zhen or not, just talking about feelings, can they be given up so easily?
An Wan was startled, then angrily said, "They were right! You're just afraid I'll steal the Right Opposite, aren't you? You're so selfish!"
An Xin couldn't help but sneer. What can you do if a selfish person calls others selfish? An Xin turned and left. She felt a headache coming on just from talking to her again!
"I gave Ling Xiyao to you, so why won't you give me the Right Prime Minister position? An Xin, are you even my sister?!" An Wan couldn't express the anger in her heart! She wanted everything An Xin possessed, no matter what it was!
"Slap!" An Xin slapped An Wan across the face, causing An Wan to stagger and open her eyes wide in shock.
An Xin's lips curled into a cold line as she said coolly, "Don't try to argue with me. If you say another word, I'll tear your mouth off."
---Aside---
One more update around 10 PM, group chat~
Chapter Seventy-One Sisters
Chapter Title: Chapter Seventy-One: Sisters
Inside the Moon Gazing Pavilion, Yan Zhen leaned lazily to one side, chatting casually with Jing Lan.
"I would like to ask the Left Prime Minister a question," Yan Zhen said with a smile.
Jing Lan smiled faintly and said, "Please speak, Right Prime Minister."
Yan Zhen shook his folding fan and laughed, "Doesn't the Left Prime Minister get tired of always maintaining the same expression?"
Jinglan smiled and said, "I would also like to ask the Right Prime Minister a question."
Yan Zhen smiled and said, "Tell me about it."
Jinglan raised her finger and twirled the jade ring on her finger, saying, "Is it really hot for the Right Prime Minister to carry a fan all year round?"