Chapter 16 No Hate "Are you scared by me?"

It’s impossible to say I don’t hate you.

But pure hatred isn't it.

If he only had pure hatred for He Jiuyue, he would have taken advantage of her confusion that night, pulled out the sword she had left beside the bed, and fought her to the death.

Love prevails over hate.

How can the interweaving of love and hate be expressed in a few words?

"I dare not hate, nor should I hate, so I do not hate."

Wen Zheliu slowly closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled constantly.

After all, he couldn't get over it in his heart, so he told Wuhuan a bright and beautiful lie. If Wuhuan got so angry that he wanted to beat him, then let him beat him.

He endured it willingly.

"I really hate you."

After a few breaths without hearing any rebuttal, He Jiuyue suddenly loosened the shackles, sending up a gust of wind: "I treated you badly, so it's normal for you to hate me."

Her tone was steady, but Wen Zheliu felt inexplicably uneasy when she heard it.

He opened his eyes suddenly: "No."

The wind blew from the north, and Wen Zheliu was facing the wind and suddenly started coughing.

"I am not, ahem, pure, ahem, hate..."

His clear voice became hoarse from coughing, but it was still three times more shrill than the cuckoo's cry of blood.

He Jiuyue didn't reach out to stroke his back. She just took a step with her left foot to block the cold wind that was blowing through the alley. She stared at Wen Zheliu's increasingly pale face.

"If it's not hate, then what is it?"

"Cough, cough..."

Wen Zheliu pressed his hand against his chest and coughed until his eyes were blurred with tears. Not only could he not speak clearly, he couldn't even breathe.

Oh no, why did this heart disease that he has had since childhood and hasn't attacked for half a year not come earlier or later, but at this time?

He was just about to explain things to Wu Huan...

"Is your heart attack acting up?" Seeing Wen Zheliu's lips turning purple, He Jiuyue's heart trembled.

He has a bad spleen and stomach. He loses his appetite every few days and vomits a lot, which looks scary, but in fact he is just a little weak. He can rest slowly and it is not a big deal.

Heart disease is just the opposite.

This heart disease was like an assassin hiding in the dark, invisible on ordinary days, but it suddenly appeared when he was emotionally broken, leaving him no time to prepare and coming with great force.

Every time he had a heart attack, it almost cost him his life.

"Relax and breathe."

Even though He Jiyue and Wen Zheliu had known each other since childhood, they had never seen him commit such a crime many times, and had only heard a few words from Wu Yang about how to deal with it.

"slave……"

Wen Zheliu felt so exhausted that his legs were weak. He didn't want to be misunderstood by He Jiuyue, so he forced himself to explain even though he was out of breath.

"Don't talk yet, save your energy."

He Jiuyue put her arms around Wen Zheliu, holding him in her arms with a strong protective posture.

"Chen Jin! Bring me the medicine for my heart disease!"

Chen Jin was hiding under a tree and watching He Jiyue and Wen Zheliu being affectionate with each other.

Seeing the two of them entangled together, she was about to squint her eyes to see more clearly, but she caught the words "heart disease" and "medicine" in her ears, and her heart immediately tightened.

But what happened to Wen Zheliu?

“Here it comes!”

Not only were Wen Zheliu's legs weak and he couldn't stand, his hands were also weak. He reached for He Jiuyue's clothes, but he couldn't grab anything with his five fingers tightened.

She is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

If he touched her, she would break.

...He couldn't keep her.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

That's natural.

The one he loves is far away and yet he is right in front of him, but he doesn't have the strength to hold her close. There is no greater heartache than this.

Wen Zheliu's pupils dilated, and He Jiyue thought he had fainted from the pain.

"The medicine is in the bag. I've asked Chen Jin to get it. He'll be fine soon."

Chen Jin was extremely fast in both directions. She hurried over, stuffed the medicine into He Jiuyue's hand, then turned around and ran away.

The bitter pill passed through his throat, and he felt nauseous instinctively because he loved sweet things and hated bitter things.

"Choked?"

He Jiuyue supported his back and gently lifted his head upwards.

"Sorry, I'll go slower."

When he heard Zheliu coming back to consciousness, he suddenly felt strange.

His heart disease has not recurred for half a year. Not only himself, but even the usually strict Wu Yang has relaxed his vigilance.

Why would Wuhuan carry medicine with him?

There was light in Jianwen Zheliu's eyes, but he just stared at her blankly, without any of his former spirit. He Jiuyue's heart skipped a beat.

If she had known that he hated her but didn't dare to say it, why would she force him?

Now it was good, she got what she wanted, and others almost got through.

It's really a case of losing both the wife and the army.

"Are you scared by me?"

Wen Zheliu nodded blankly.

"Don't panic," He Jiuyue helped him up, and after making sure he could stand firmly, she gently let go of his hand, "I won't ask anymore."

“I never asked again after that”? How could he explain it?

"county……"

Wen Zheliu opened his mouth to speak, but He Jiuyue touched his lips with his hand.

"Don't talk yet."

She took Wen Zheliu's hand, whose warmth had been blown away by the wind, and led him to the long street outside.

"Let me have some candied haws." He Jiuyue went straight to a candied haws stall.

"Okay!"

A customer came in on a freezing cold day. The shopkeeper rubbed his numb hands and said with a smile: "This is the best quality, I give it to you!"

Seeing that He Jiuyue didn't let Chen Jin hold it, but just took it with her free hand, Wen Zheliu was puzzled.

She doesn't like sweets, so why buy candied haws?

It is so precious, could it be for Xiaoqing?

A bitter feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, and Wen Zheliu turned his face away. Wuhuan had brought food to Xiaoqing, and he had bought it in front of him, and even stopped him from speaking...

"Hey, don't you like sweet things?"

He Jiyue stuffed the candied haws into Wen Zheliu's palm and said, "Try it and see if it's sweet."

It was actually given to him?

It was clear that a candied haws was not expensive, but when he held it in his hand, he felt warm in his heart.

"Thank you, Princess."

Wen Zheliu was moved, but he didn't know that He Jiuyue had other intentions in doing this.

"Guiyun," she said, reaching out to smooth Wen Zheliu's wind-blown black hair, "eat this candied haws, and all the grudges between you and me will be wiped out, okay?"

It’s okay to complain, but why should we be grateful?

"But I don't want to part ways with my wife from now on."

Wen Zheliu put his arm around He Jiuyue and said, "Wife, don't you want me anymore?"

He was handsome and his voice was tearful, which immediately attracted the attention of people around him.

He Jiuyue was stunned.

"It's not that I don't want you." Countless accusing glances were nothing compared to the tear in Wen Zheliu's eyes. She was at a loss, "I just want to ask you, can you stop blaming me?"

When he heard about Zheliu, tears welled up in his eyes.

"My Lady, do I have the right to refuse?"

He Jiuyue was so soft-hearted.

"Then just tell me straight away, I won't make things difficult for you."

He Jiyue's words were always true, and Wen Zheliu naturally believed them. Her lowering her stance was a golden opportunity for him to make his request. His elder brother was still waiting for him...

"Wuhuan, I want to be alone."

Wen Zheliu bravely called her name: "Let me walk around here alone for a while, okay?"

With his thin eyebrows drooping and tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, he vividly displayed the gentle misty rain of Jiangnan on a snowy day. Even the queen of the king would have to say "good" if she came.

"OK."

He Jiuyue slowly let go of his hand.

"I'll come find you in a quarter of an hour."

Time was tight and the task was heavy, so Wen Zheliu turned around and left.

"Brother? Brother!"

He first went to the alley where he had parted with Wen Liuqing and shouted twice, only to receive a pair of mandarin ducks hiding in the alley and making an affair, who then shouted in panic, "Your big brother isn't here!"

"Sorry to bother you." Wen Zheliu apologized repeatedly and went to the place where he communicated with Xiyue, but still found nothing.

After sealing the two letters in a secret box beside the stone pond, Wen Zheliu took a bite of the candied haws.

So sweet, I like it.

He stared at the completely dark sky and slowly narrowed his eyes.

I wonder how Big Brother is doing, and what's going on over in Xiyue...

"Your Majesty invites you to the palace."

He Jiuyue was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, counting the hours in her mind, when she suddenly caught the shrill voice of Chen Sanxi.

"No."

Knowing that Chen Sanxi was talking to her, He Jiuyue did not open her eyes.

"I am on holiday today and I am busy accompanying my beloved lady. I don't have time."

"Princess, this is a big deal..."

Seeing that He Jiyue showed no sign of favor, Chen Sanxi's old face flushed, but he continued to speak: "I don't know where the people have spread rumors that Your Majesty's throne was not legitimate, but the late emperor intended Your Majesty to succeed him, and it was clearly written in the will!

"Your Majesty ascended the throne with the protection of various princes and the late Princess!

"I really don't know what kind of villain is so bold as to spread rumors right under the emperor's feet. They can't be driven out or killed, and they even made up a nursery rhyme and spread it among the people. Your Majesty is worried.

"Princess, His Majesty trusts you the most. Just when the rumors started, His Majesty sent us to invite you into the palace. You must..."

He Jiuyue interrupted coldly.

"A man of integrity fears no shadow. Your Majesty came to the throne in a fair and just manner, so why should you be afraid?"

He Jiuyue and Chen Sanxi were talking when Wen Zheliu came out of the alley holding a half-eaten candied haws.

Before he could finish his calculations, Wen Zheliu was about to ask for a reward, but when he caught sight of Chen Sanxi, he became alert for a moment.

Chen Sanxi and Wuhuan don't get along. When he sees Wuhuan, he is like a mouse in the gutter seeing a cat, hiding whenever possible. Why is he looking for Wuhuan?

"The wife."

Wen Zheliu moved to He Jiuyue's side, and seeing her closing her eyes to reject Chen Sanxi, he called out timidly.

"Are you back?"

He Jiuyue's five senses were very sharp, and Wen Zheliu was familiar with her, so she knew he was a hundred miles away.

She said nothing, but waited for him to come closer.

"Are you happier now?" He Jiuyue opened her eyelids.

Seeing He Jiuyue's tough body turned into something soft as silk, Chen Sanxi's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Wen Zheliu nodded as he said a little later, "Mr. Wen, why don't you try to persuade the princess?"

"……Um."

He Jiyue gathered his sleeves for him: "That's good, just be good, I'll take you out next time."

After saying that, he picked him up again, leaving Chen Sanxi to stride with his short legs, shouting at the top of his voice: "Princess, please think twice! This matter is serious, please come to the palace immediately!"

He Jiuyue turned a deaf ear to it.

The long and short sighs of "Princess, Princess!" passed by his ears, and Wen Zheliu's curiosity grew stronger.

He hugged He Jiyue's neck: "Wife, what does he want to see you for?"

"nothing."

He Jiuyue was feeling annoyed.

She hugged Wen Zheliu a little higher.

"Want to know?" she asked.

"I want to know." He replied.

Guessing that He Jiuyue was in a bad mood, but only towards Chen Sanxi, Wen Zheliu bet that she would not vent her anger on him, and nodded.

"Then give it a kiss."

The usually arrogant princess lowered her head.

"Give me a kiss and I'll tell you."

Hearing about the willow being broken, he didn't understand, but he kissed it.

He raised his head slightly and tapped He Jiuyue's cheek.

Still feeling it was not enough, Wen Zheliu paused and kissed her again for a longer time.

"Are you ready?"

He was very bold when he kissed her, one after another. After the kiss, he felt shy again and buried his head in He Jiuyue's shoulder, asking in a muffled voice.

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