Chapter 78 Miss also wants to have Wei Qin once, doesn't she...?

On the first day after Wei Qin recovered from his injury and returned to work, Emperor Shunren summoned him to his bedchamber to accompany him.

"Minister Wei, please name any reward you desire."

"My wish has never changed; I wish Your Majesty good health and longevity."

Emperor Shunren did not care whether Wei Qin was sincere or not, and rewarded him with a thousand taels of silver, ten fine horses, and a hundred boxes of pearls and jade.

"From now on, Minister Wei will be here to review memorials for me."

Wei Qin smiled faintly, "The Crown Prince and the Cabinet will not agree."

"They dare!"

Not long after the imperial decree was conveyed, the Crown Prince and Chief Minister Zhou came to the imperial bedchamber to request an audience, but were refused entry.

Zhou Yujin had reservations about the Crown Prince's decision to abandon the Eldest Princess as a pawn. If he had followed the Eldest Princess's wishes and done everything in his power to intercept and kill Jiang Song, there would have been no need for him to vie for the Emperor's favor today.

The loss of the Jiang family father-in-law and son-in-law is beneficial to the Crown Prince, but the Crown Prince is concerned about his reputation and also worried about provoking conflicts with the Jiang and Cui families.

Now things are really messed up. The conflicts between the major families are irreconcilable, and the emperor is giving even more importance to the Jiang family, which puts the Crown Prince at a disadvantage.

The palace doors were slowly opened by palace servants, like a hand slapping the two of them across the face.

A young official in a scarlet robe and leather belt strode forward, blocking the path of the Crown Prince and the Grand Secretary. A faint smile played on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "His Majesty has not summoned you. Your Highness and the Grand Secretary, please return."

Upon seeing Wei Qin again, Wei Xichen felt an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity. "Even if we don't discuss official business, I still need to pay my respects to my father as usual."

"Your Majesty means that it is not necessary."

Zhou Yujin snorted, "Wei Qin, you are not allowed to cause trouble in front of the Emperor. His Highness the Crown Prince can understand the Emperor's will on his own!"

If left to develop unchecked, the Jiang family father-in-law and son-in-law will inevitably seize the emperor and use him to command the feudal lords!

Sensing something was amiss, Zhou Yujin flicked his sleeve and made a show of forcing his way in.

However, after Cao Angui and Jiang Song returned to the court one after another, all the attendants in front of the emperor were removed from the Twelve Guards. Even though Zhou Yujin was appointed as the Grand Secretary, he had no leverage to force his way in.

Wei Qin watched as Zhou Yujin was thrown down the jade steps by the imperial guards, and then looked down at him and reminded him, "Chief Minister Zhou, do not act impulsively, lest you make a grave mistake."

With his old arms and legs frail, Zhou Yujin looked up at Wei Qin on the jade steps, gritted his teeth and let out a cold snort, but dared not do anything rash again.

Wei Xichen felt that the young vice minister in front of him had undergone a complete transformation and was now a calm, experienced, and powerful minister who had weathered many storms.

People with deep thoughts are more likely to succeed than those who are simple-minded.

From the very beginning, he disliked this poor scholar.

A poor scholar?

No, it's not.

"Wei Qin, who exactly are you?"

Who is protecting him and ensuring he gets away with it?

Wei Qin looked at Wei Xichen and said, “Instead of being curious about my background, Your Highness should reflect on how you ended up at a disadvantage. Your Highness has always agreed with His Majesty and the Eldest Princess’s teachings and believes that the royal family should be ruthless. But in the end, you are not skilled enough, not ruthless enough, indecisive, and missed opportunities, giving your opponents a chance to breathe.”

Wei Xichen's usually calm face hardened. Judging from Wei Qin's tone, it was clearly the way an elder was treating a junior, or an older brother was treating a younger brother.

"What are you trying to say? Feel free to be direct."

"Your Highness was born into a privileged life and grew up in comfort. Your temperament has not been tempered to develop any sharp edges. You are too mild-mannered and not suited for the treacherous court. It would be better for you to follow the example of the Third Prince and retire into seclusion."

This was a warning from the elder brother to his younger brother, and also a one-time chance for the younger brother to escape unscathed, depending on the fact that the younger brother did not intend to kill his father-in-law.

Wei Qin said no more, stepped down the jade steps, his clothes swaying, his figure like a crane.

Wei Xichen felt completely unfamiliar with this side of Wei Qin.

Are you not going to pretend anymore?

Beneath his taciturn exterior lies a hidden brilliance and a discreet, unassuming nature.

Back at the East Palace, Wei Xichen once again took out his pipe and lit it, but Zhou Yujin grabbed his wrist. "Does Your Highness intend to give up on yourself? It's just that Wei Qin has gained the Emperor's favor and is currently very powerful. Once His Majesty passes away, Your Highness can rightfully ascend the throne! It's not too late to settle accounts with Wei Qin then!"

The emperor's health is deteriorating day by day, which is their greatest chance of winning.

Wei Xichen removed Zhou Yujin's hand. He wasn't giving up on himself; he just felt mentally exhausted.

Wei Qin may not be wrong; he grew up surrounded by admirers and didn't have any sharp edges.

Wei Xichen tossed aside his pipe and kicked it far away with the tip of his boot, the source of his sorrow revealed in a single sentence by Wei Qin.

He thought he had mastered the ruthless way, even severing his childhood friendship with his own hands, but four years later he discovered that he was simply incapable of using any means to achieve his goals.

**

In the evening, Jiang Song returned to his residence, closed the doors and windows of his study tightly, and after a while, he walked out of the room with a piece of paper in his hand, entered the covered corridor leading to the courtyard of the back room, looked up at the boudoir, and unconsciously crumpled the paper into wrinkles.

It was Jiang Yinyue who spotted her father and ran downstairs laughing, "What are you doing sneaking around like that, Father?"

Who's acting suspiciously?

Jiang Yinyue circled around her father, then noticed the crumpled paper in his hand. She leaned forward and lunged at it, only to miss.

Jiang Song tucked the crumpled paper into his pocket. "I have something to discuss with you. Come with me to the study."

"Why don't you talk about it here?"

"Serious business."

Jiang Yinyue suddenly felt uneasy and obediently followed her father along the covered walkway.

The study was once again closed.

After finishing his duty and returning home, Wei Qin went to pay his respects to his father-in-law as usual.

"The master is away on business and asked this old servant to remind the son-in-law to apply the scar-removing ointment on time."

The arrow wound on his chest had scabbed over, leaving scars of varying sizes, but Wei Qin didn't care. He went straight back to the back room, and as soon as he pushed open the door, he saw his wife sitting blankly on the small couch, with a storybook spread out on her lap.

The final chapter of the story of the young lady and the scholar.

After closing the door, Wei Qin walked to the bedside, bent down and gazed into his wife's tearful eyes, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

"The young lady and the scholar are not together."

Jiang Yinyue went from sobbing to weeping uncontrollably. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have spied on him day and night. In the end, all that was left was sorrow.

Wei Qin chuckled as he wiped away her tears. His young lady wasn't one to cry easily; was she simply moved by the scene before her?

"I will stay with you, Miss."

“Wei Qin.” Jiang Yinyue’s tone suddenly turned serious.

Wei Qin squatted down in front of the bed and softly hummed in agreement.

Jiang Yinyue swallowed hard, swallowing all the different flavors in her mouth. She took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it out tremblingly.

Divorce Agreement.

It was handwritten by Jiang Song and bears the signature and fingerprint of Jiang Yinyue.

"Let's get a divorce, Wei Qin."

In the future, the person she will grow old with is Wei Yihe, not Wei Qin who walks the world under a false identity.

Wei Yihe's name was not on the three marriage documents, so the marriage was invalid.

Jiang Song still persuaded his daughter to complete the divorce, so that this bizarre experience would have a beginning and an end, and not just end without a conclusion.

Jiang Yinyue pondered for only a moment before agreeing with her father's decision. She felt empty inside, but she didn't hesitate. Wei Qin had started by deceiving her, so it should end with a divorce. Afterwards, Wei Yihe couldn't deceive her anymore; they had to be honest with each other. Only then could they grow old together.

"What are you thinking? Tell me."

Jiang Yinyue still spoke in a consultative tone.

As Wei Qin looked at the two familiar handwritings on the divorce agreement, his calm heart was stirred up by a thousand waves.

He took the paper Jiang Yinyue handed him and crumpled it into a ball once more.

Jiang Yinyue raised her eyebrows. "Wei Yihe, do you want to spend the rest of your life with me in this ambiguous relationship?"

"No." Wei Qin knelt down completely in front of Jiang Yinyue, burying his face in her skirt, his voice muffled, "I'm afraid that once we divorce, Miss will no longer acknowledge us and will not want to marry me again."

He truly couldn't afford to gamble, and the only thing he couldn't afford to gamble on was her.

"Are you worried I'll renege on my promise?" Jiang Yingyue laughed in exasperation, crossing her arms and asking haughtily, "How can I put your mind at ease?"

Wei Qin reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, then lay on her lap. "Wei Qin has to get Miss once."

"Um?"

Before Jiang Yinyue could react, the usually restrained son-in-law suddenly stood up and leaned forward, knocking the woman down onto the small couch covered with a snow-white velvet carpet.

The distance between the tips of the noses is less than a copper coin.

Their breaths mingled.

Wei Qin braced himself on the carpet with one hand and pressed down on the girl who was trying to get up with the other. He leaned forward even more and, as he lightly kissed her delicate lips, he spoke in a low, husky voice: "Miss, do you also want to have Wei Qin once?"

Jiang Yinyue was stunned as her lips were captured in a kiss. Before she could resist, her hands were raised above her head and pressed against the carved patterns on the couch.

"Hmm!"

Wei Qin kissed her fiercely and urgently, showing no signs of weakness from her recent recovery. Her blood was surging, her muscles were firm, and the veins on her taut forearms were prominent.

As they whispered sweet nothings to each other, he tasted the drop of blood on Jiang Yinyue's lips. It was sweet and delicious, drawing him to suckle deeply. He heard soft moans in her ear, which made his blood boil.

His emotions overflowed, overwhelming his restraint.

With a "rip" sound.

An expensive brocade jacket was tossed into the air.

Jiang Yinyue suddenly felt very cold, but the underground heating in her boudoir was burning brightly, making it even a little warm.

Wei Qin grabbed her wrists again, pulled her up from the couch, and pinned her back with his right fingertips, which were still covered in ink.

The force gradually increased, leaving finger marks.

Jiang Yinyue was forced to lean forward and kneel on the couch. Her consciousness was hazy, and she was still thinking about the stories she had read before. The ladies in the stories were much bolder than her.

Miss Jiang, who never liked being at a disadvantage, snorted and rose to the challenge, lifting her skirt to sit on Wei Qin's lap and pushing him onto the white carpet.

You lied to me.

"so?"

The man, who was lying on his back, supported her waist to prevent her from slipping down in her anger and losing face.

“You must accept the punishment.” Jiang Yinyue knelt on either side of Wei Qin like a female tyrant, her blouse loose and utterly absurd.

She leaned forward, grabbed Wei Qin by the neck, kissed him, and imitated his bad habit of biting his pale lips and sucking the beads of blood that oozed out.

A slight pain spread across his lips, and Wei Qin retaliated by pinching Jiang Yinyue's waist and below hard, causing the female tyrant to lose her composure and retreat to the end of the bed.

Is that all you've got?

Wei Qin chuckled and pulled the woman towards him, sitting her on his waist. With the strength of his waist, he bounced the woman sitting on the arch bridge.

Jiang Yinyue slid down uncontrollably, unconsciously biting her lower lip, noticing Wei Qin's hint.

The timid person tried to slip off the small couch, but was grabbed by the drawstring of his pocket.

The thin ribbon was tied with only one bow.

Frozen in place, Jiang Yinyue sat motionless on the edge of the couch, struggling to turn her head to look at the man behind her who had sat up. "No..."

The thin strap was torn.

The completely loose pocket hung around his neck.

Jiang Yinyue bent down to pick up the coat on the ground, but Wei Qin grabbed her with his iron arm and pulled her back onto the bed.

A pale lip print was left on the woman's delicate, almost poreless back, gently nibbled, leaving a damp, cool sensation.

Jiang Yinyue was pressed down on the couch. She frowned and tried to turn over, but Wei Qin was on her back, biting the back of her neck and gently grinding his teeth against her.

"Wei Yihe!"

A rough hand covered her mouth, and warm breath brushed against her ear.

"This time it's Wei Qin, remember him."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's long skirt fell onto the footstool beside the couch.

A pair of straight legs are no longer faintly visible.

There's no need to deliberately prove how long those beautiful legs are; Wei Qin can see them all clearly.

"Call me by my name."

"Wei Yihe".

"Think about it again."

"What are you thinking? You are Wei Yihe, Wei Yihe!"

As if deliberately going against Wei Qin, Jiang Yinyue mumbled another name, but all she heard was a soft laugh.

Her plump lips were covered again.

Just as she was wondering what it meant, a strange feeling came over her, and her clear almond-shaped eyes blinked and flickered uncontrollably, with large tears streaming down her face.

She panicked.

She had wasted her time learning the fire-avoidance manual and reading the storybooks; when real pain swept over her limbs and bones, she cried uncontrollably.

It hurt her even more than the ending of the young lady and the scholar.

“Wei Yihe…”

Wei Qin turned his head to look at her current appearance, sighed softly, and felt a bit helpless.

Jiang Yinyue clutched the openwork carvings of the couch, biting her lower lip until it bled. She couldn't endure this strange and novel experience. Her body trembled, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Wei Qin whispered in her ear, "It's been four years."

"What? What's wrong with four years?"

"Wei Qin has been waiting for Miss for four years."

Jiang Yinyue wouldn't listen to any of this; she bit the back of her hand.

Her face was flushed.

Jiang Yinyue stopped shedding tears, and was instead overwhelmed by unspeakable sensory turmoil.

Consciousness is still struggling.

"Wei Yihe".

"Call me Wei Qin."

Today's man is Wei Qin, the scholar who slept on the floor for four years, the scholar who was close to the water but couldn't get the moon, the scholar who kept a low profile and vowed to embrace the moon.

Wei Qin pressed down on Jiang Yinyue's back and pecked at her spine inch by inch.

"Call me Wei Qin."

Jiang Yinyue held her breath, broke free from the restraints behind her, turned around, and kicked Wei Qin in the chest, just an inch away from the wound.

She tucked her knees in, afraid to touch the wound, but her spirit remained undiminished, stubbornly repeating, "Wei Yihe, Wei Yihe, Wei Yihe."

It just didn't go as Wei Qin wished; who told him to make her suffer so much?

Wei Qin remained kneeling, scratching her feet that were propped against his chest, using minimal force to deflect her attack.

Jiang Yinyue endured the tickling and continued kicking him, feeling smug, when she noticed Wei Qin's unrestrained gaze sweeping over her.

"you......"

She withdrew her foot, stunned by his blatant act, and cowered in the corner, feeling wronged.

Wei Qin did not look away, his gaze lingering on the inspection tour.

Spring is in full bloom, and the scenery is breathtaking.

When I was injured and bedridden, I couldn't see or touch anything. Now, my desires have been unleashed. Restraint and loss of control have been constantly tug-of-war, but in the end, I succumbed to my physical and mental feelings and let myself go.

Grasping Jiang Yinyue's ankle, Wei Qin pulled her down onto the couch with a little force.

He leaned forward and found his own moonlight.

The more you restrain yourself, the more your love overflows.

Among the clothes that had fallen beside the tatami mat were crumpled balls of paper.

The couch was too small to accommodate Wei Qin's even longer legs, so he knelt on the edge of the couch, his calves flexing clearly.

The small couch was too fragile to withstand the damage.

It's about to be ruined by him.

Exhausted, Jiang Yinyue finally stopped being stubborn and called him Wei Qin.

Again and again.

Having spent so much time together, Jiang Yinyue had called him Wei Qin countless times, but this time, though she was most reluctant, it was the most beautiful sound.

Wei Qin's gaze gradually softened.