Chapter 421 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (32)

At this time, they had already walked to the desk where Wen Xingzhi had taught before.

Wen Xingzhi's mind suddenly flashed back to the image of Chi Yunjian's rough, calloused hands pressing against Qingwu's waist, and the image of Qingwu's lips, swollen from being bitten by him, as she tilted her head back...

These imaginations made Wen Xingzhi's emotions instantly out of control. He suddenly pushed Qingwu hard against the desk, and the rice paper and ink on the desk fell to the ground.

Wen Xingzhi ripped open Qingwu's collar without warning.

Revealing her snow-white skin, and——

The red mark that has not yet completely faded.

The red mark was like a peach blossom brand, deeply imprinted on her jade-white skin, emitting a charming luster in the dim light.

It makes people want to touch it, to -

cover.

Qingwu's body stiffened in an instant. She had never expected Wen Xingzhi to do such a thing.

She panicked and tried to pull her clothes together to cover the embarrassing red mark, but she could not block the man's strong breath and strength.

“Boom boom boom—”

This kind of weather changes very quickly.

A sudden downpour came.

"I saw it, there's no need to hide it." Wen Xingzhi's voice was low and suppressed, containing unconcealable jealousy and anger.

His thumb gently stroked the mark on Qingwu's collarbone, and the touch made Qingwu's body tremble.

Wen Xingzhi's voice continued to be heard, with an almost pious brutality: "Where did he touch you?"

The hot breath sprayed on her ear, and her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly. Looking at the chest rising and falling violently above her head, she could clearly feel the thin calluses on the man's palm rubbing against her wrist bone repeatedly.

The rough touch was like a thorny vine, climbing up inch by inch, making Qingwu's body tremble involuntarily.

His violent heartbeat made her eardrums hurt, and it gradually overlapped with the rhythm of the heavy rain hitting the banana leaves outside the window.

When her fingertips touched the cold paperweight on the edge of the desk, Qing Wu suddenly raised her head and chuckled, her voice like spring water flowing over the bluestone slabs: "Prime Minister... are you jealous?"

The ending tone rose gently, creating tiny ripples in the hall.

Wen Xingzhi was shocked all over. He subconsciously lowered his eyes to look, but happened to meet the cunning light in Qing Wu's eyes.

Those eyes were like honey dipped in poison, sweet yet dangerous.

It is wrapped in obvious calculations, yet it is too gorgeous. Even though people know that there is a hidden crisis in it, they still can't help but want to indulge in it.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if a word of rebuke was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back abruptly, turning it into a suppressed sigh: "How could you be so..."

Wen Xingzhi frowned slightly. He let go of Qingwu's wrist, but did not let her leave. Instead, he held her tightly between the desk and his chest.

His fingertips gently brushed the half-tied crown in her hair, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"Awu, I know what you are planning."

Wen Xingzhi's voice was low and incredibly gentle, mixed with a hint of helplessness that he himself hadn't even noticed.

"You've had no one to teach you since childhood, and suddenly ascended to the throne. Surrounded by so many people with ill intentions, it's only natural for you to want to find someone you can rely on."

Outside the window, thunder roared and lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the pain surging in his eyes.

"But if you need help, why don't you come to me? I can teach you everything about the imperial regime and the court situation. Why do you want to go to Chi Yunjian?"

His words revealed disappointment and confusion that he could not conceal.

"A warrior like that can only fight!" At this point, Chi Yunjian became more and more excited. He suddenly grabbed Qingwu's neck, and his hot breath almost burned her earlobes red.

"If he does something, you won't have the energy to resist and can only let him do whatever he wants! You're courting disaster!"

His black hair fell down, covering half of his face, but the exposed corners of his eyes were as red as blood, like a lone wolf whose territory had been challenged, full of anger and unwillingness.

Qingwu suddenly fell silent, letting the wet hair stick to her pale cheeks.

She slowly lowered her head to hide the flash of light in her eyes.

The sound of rain gradually became heavier, like weeping and complaining, and the water drops dripping from the eaves created small potholes on the blue bricks.

No, she wasn't looking for a simple support—

What she wants is for these men who think they can control her to willingly become pawns on her chessboard and be manipulated by her.

The tenderness of her charity became the sharp sword that helped her reach the pinnacle of power.

As long as he could be used by her, he would be satisfied.

He might even feel complacent about having her favor.

Under Wen Xingzhi's cold and almost uncontrolled gaze, Qingwu suddenly raised her face and looked directly into Wen Xingzhi's eyes.

The candlelight in the hall swayed in the breeze, and the light and shadow intertwined on her face, making the sharpness in her eyes flicker.

"What about the Prime Minister?"

"What about the Prime Minister? If I go to the Prime Minister, will he give me everything?"

Her slender fingers gently stroked Wen Xingzhi's tense jaw. The touch was as gentle as a feather brushing, but it made Wen Xingzhi's body tremble involuntarily.

When her fingertips brushed across his Adam's apple, his breathing suddenly stopped and his heartbeat instantly accelerated.

"To be with the Prime Minister, isn't that like courting disaster?"

Her words were like a thin needle, mercilessly piercing Wen Xingzhi's heart.

Wen Xingzhi's body trembled and he was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the beautiful yet dangerous face of the girl in front of him, the emotions surging in his throat suddenly condensed into a ball, blocking him from speaking.

This was said bluntly, and those eyes were too moving.

Outside the hall, heavy rain was pouring down, as if all the rain in the world was pouring down at this moment, completely isolating this small world from the outside world.

The rain was like a curtain, trapping the two people inside, making it difficult to tell who was plotting against whom.

Wen Xingzhi stared quietly at Qingwu in front of him, and began to re-examine the matter in his heart, and also faced up to his own feelings.

Ascending the throne has always been the direction and goal of his life.

To achieve this goal, he put in countless efforts and sweat, climbing up step by step.

For the past twenty years, he has had only this one obsession in his heart, and it has never wavered in the slightest.

It's impossible to give up easily.

Unless there is something more exciting to him than the throne...

But can a woman be better than having the whole world?

This question kept circling in his mind, and Wen Xingzhi gradually became distracted.

The dripping sound of the copper clock and the sound of rain intertwined together, weaving an airtight net in the empty bedroom, tightly enveloping him.

Wen Xingzhi's gaze fell on Qingwu's eyes.