Chapter 210 Dry wood ignites easily

After the servants carried in the hot water in an orderly manner, they lowered their heads and said, "Your Majesty, the water is ready."

Pei Yanzhi stroked her still trembling back, hummed in response, and waved for them to leave.

The man picked up the drowsy Ji Shu and carried her, and as they walked, she whimpered twice in his arms like a kitten.

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Steaming hot, placed high on a shelf.

A sudden, sharp sound startled Ji Shu, her dim eyes snapping open. "How did you..."

This intense, heavy love made Ji Shu feel like she was being drained dry.

As she was about to faint, she secretly regretted her actions, knowing that she could no longer provoke such a petty man.

They'll only be asking for trouble.

When Ji Shu finally came to her senses, it was almost midnight, and her throat felt dry and sore.

She called out softly, "Chunzhi."

Soon someone lifted the curtain, and I was half-lifted up, and warm tea was quickly fed to me.

After taking a few sips, I finally felt a little better.

Ji Shu opened her eyes slightly and saw his slightly damp long hair and the faint traces of bandages visible under his clothes.

Upon smelling the aroma of the medicine, Ji Shu shook her head, indicating that she did not want to drink it.

Pei Yanzhi half-pulled her into his arms, looking down at her pear-blossom-like face, letting her fingertips trace the wound he had just inflicted.

"It's nothing serious, it doesn't hurt anymore, it just looks a little scary."

Ji Shuyu wrapped her arms around his strong waist and abdomen. Thinking of what had just happened, her hands tightened slightly, and she couldn't help but pinch his waist hard.

"Hiss—" He took a breath, but his words were tinged with amusement.

"Jiaojiao, are you trying to murder your husband?!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Shu looked up, her long black hair falling straight down, making her fair face appear even more striking, her eyes filled with anger.

"How dare you say that? You really scared me to death just now!"

At this point, tears welled up in Ji Shu's eyes and fell like pearls from a broken string.

Seeing the tears rolling down her cheeks, Pei Yanzhi sighed inwardly, thinking, "She really is a person made of water."

She knew this had terrified her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

In the end, he made her realize her own heart and bring her back to his side. Even if he had to do it all over again, he would still do the same.

She even thought to herself, "If only I had known this would make her see the truth."

He should have done this four years ago, and he wouldn't have wasted those four years.

He raised his hand to her tear-streaked face, chuckled softly twice, and whispered a few words almost inaudibly in her ear.

"If I don't do this, when will I ever be able to warm your heart, which is made of stone!"

Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her head and pressed his hard lips against hers.

The kiss was mingled with her tears, tears that fell because of him.

Even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, he would not be afraid to brave them again.

...

Feeling sticky and uncomfortable, Ji Shu gently nudged him and said, "Call Chunzhi in, I need to wash up."

Knowing that she was a clean person, even though I had already given her a quick wipe, I still got up and walked outside.

Before long, Chunzhi led the maids in carrying in hot water. The room was in such a mess that no one dared to look closely.

After entering the bath room, Ji Shu lowered her voice and said, "You should still brew me a contraceptive medicine."

Chunzhi wasn't surprised; she had already gotten through it last time, and her wife had suffered during that childbirth.

It took several years of recuperation to recover to this state.

Old Master Sheng had long ago instructed that if one did not wish to shorten one's lifespan, one should try not to have children even after marriage.

If you really want it, you should take extra care of this body even if you are pregnant. It would be best to adopt a child from a concubine.

For Ji Shu, now that she has Qinghe, having children is even less of a concern.

The next day, when Ji Shu woke up, Pei Yanzhi was no longer by her side. This scene seemed to take her back to those days in Yanzhou.

They had been married for a short time then, and he always liked to stick close to her.

She wished she could pour all the love and affection of her entire life into herself.

However, I was still young at the time, and my body was really struggling.

The marks on my body would take several days to fade after the second day.

But just as things were getting better, that person came back again, and the cycle repeated itself.

Whenever Chunzhi saw it, she was no longer surprised.

Now, she looked up at the ceiling and thought absentmindedly.

That's just how life is.

Even if I don't enter the palace, Qinghe is still by my side, and I can see him whenever I want. Isn't this the best possible outcome?

She had just finished dressing when a tearing pain shot through her, and she knew she must have been injured.

Although his health has improved a lot in recent years thanks to the old man's care, he hasn't really suffered much.

Even the slightest bump or bruise would leave a bruise, let alone the two of them fighting for who knows how long last night.

Thinking of this, she sat in front of her dressing table, her teeth itching with anger.

She knew he was getting back at her, reiterating that he had said on that day that she was "too old to be of good health."

After coming out of the house, the little boy rushed over from the porch and threw himself into her arms, saying with a wronged expression, "Mother, where did you go last night?"

"Your son has been looking for you for a long time."

Chunzhi followed behind, feeling somewhat embarrassed, as she knew perfectly well where her wife had stayed the previous night.

What I didn't expect was that the man would monopolize my wife for the entire night.

Ji Shu looked a little awkward as she stroked Qinghe's hair and said, "Mother was too tired last night, so she slept elsewhere. Did Qinghe not sleep well last night?"

Qinghe hugged her tightly, her voice muffled: "Then, wherever Mother goes in the future, can you take me with you, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Shu's eyes welled up with tears, and even Chunzhi, who was standing to the side, turned her back. They both knew what their daughter was worried about.

They have been in Ganzhou for almost two months. A country cannot be without a ruler for a day, even someone like Pei Yanzhi.

After quickly finishing the meal, I will definitely return to Luoyang as soon as possible.

This is also why Qinghe wanted to possess his mother day and night. Ji Shu touched his face, squatted down and said softly, "I have already promised your father that when you return to Luoyang, your mother will go with you."

"Is Qinghe happy?"

"Really? Mother, you're coming back with us?"

I'm so happy!

The child's bright eyes widened with joy, and he quickly ran headfirst into Ji Shu's arms.

The force of the impact caused her brows to furrow involuntarily.

Seeing this, Pei Yanzhi, who was not far away, darkened his expression and said, "Didn't you see that your mother is not feeling well?"

Qinghe quickly withdrew from her body, her big eyes carefully examining Ji Shu, and sure enough, she saw bruises near Ji Shu's ear.

She exclaimed in alarm, "Mother, what happened to your neck?"

Ji Shu touched her neck and saw Chunzhi wink at her, so she knew that there was probably a mark there that the child had seen.

She lowered her head and explained, "It's nothing, there were too many mosquitoes at night, so Mother scratched herself."

Just then, Pei Yanzhi walked over and grabbed Pei Qinghe by the back of the neck, leading him aside.

Then she said in a deep voice, "You are getting heavier and heavier now. How can your mother bear it if you suddenly bump into me?"

Ji Shu's heart clenched, and she felt extremely uncomfortable seeing him scolding the child like that. She couldn't help but defend him, saying, "He's only three years old. He's at the age where he's attached to his mother. Why can't he be like that?"

As she spoke, she pulled his little hand to shield him. Pei Yanzhi, seeing the mother and son acting in unison, didn't say much.

He merely snorted coldly before turning and walking towards the study.

Ji Shu watched his departing figure, not expecting him to recover so quickly. He was so badly injured yesterday, yet he could get out of bed and walk today.

Qinghe peeked out from behind her mother, her bright eyes sparkling as she asked, "Mother, are you really coming back to Luoyang with us?"

Ji Shu tapped the tip of his nose. "Yes, Qinghe, are you happy?"

The boy stepped forward and hugged her tightly, nodding vigorously. Sure enough, his father hadn't lied to him; his mother was actually willing to go back with them.

He is no longer a child without a mother.