Chapter 101 "What if it hurts? Will you take responsibility?"

Suddenly, she was swept away and taken to another horse.

This horse was taller and stronger, a rare and excellent steed. Its body was as black as ink, and its four hooves were as white as snow. When it ran, it was like a gust of wind passing through the mountains and forests.

The horseman moved swiftly and ruthlessly, his iron arms binding her soft belly tightly.

Even with one more person on board, the tall horse ran at the same speed, as fast as lightning.

It was so fast that Ji Qingwu even forgot to struggle.

Because she was forcibly pulled onto the horse, she is now sitting sideways on it, which not only hurts her buttocks but also makes her unstable.

Afraid of being thrown off the horse, she instinctively clung to the man's strong arm.

She looked up at his face, which was cold as ice, his expression tense like a snow-capped mountain about to collapse at any moment.

Emperor Wusu spurred his horse and cracked his whip, the horse's hooves clattering, instantly increasing its speed considerably.

Ji Qingwu's heartbeat quickened physiologically, pounding as if it were about to jump out of her throat, even more frightening than when she jumped off the horse and fell off the cliff.

Not only was she tormented mentally, but she also felt the cold wind whistling past her face, stinging her skin.

She tried to back away, but the man's strong body behind her was as hard as a wall.

She could only turn her face away from the wind, but worried about being thrown off by the galloping horse, she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly as if he were a lifeline.

Her hair was disheveled by the wind, and Ji Qingwu wanted to bury her face in his chest.

But the tender skin hurt even more when it rubbed against that thin silver nail.

My buttocks are sore from all the bouncing; I feel uncomfortable everywhere.

Ji Qingwu couldn't help but groan a few times in pain.

Hearing a faint cry from beneath him, Emperor Wusu lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

He saw that her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, and she hunched her shoulders, looking pitiful as she nestled her whole body into his arms out of fear.

He finally took pity on her and lifted her by the waist with one arm, changing her to a straddling position, which made Ji Qingwu feel a little better.

She wanted to plead with him to slow down again, "Your Majesty..."

But as soon as he opened his lips, his pleading voice was not only broken by the wind, but also filled his stomach with wind.

Ji Qingwu could only curl up into a small ball, leaning against him, trying her best to adapt to the almost insane speed.

This horse is very familiar with this forest, and as it gallops, it carries a heroic and imposing air, as if it wants to break through the dark horizon in the distance.

At first, Ji Qingwu felt palpitations and shortness of breath, unable to adapt to such rapid travel, and felt like he was about to die on horseback.

But after half an incense stick's time had passed.

The horse galloped through the dense forest that could block out the sky, and suddenly a flat plain appeared before them.

The azure sky is gradually being swallowed by the night, and now a faint crescent moon and scattered stars can be seen on the horizon.

Ji Qingwu's body rose and fell with the horse's gait, as if he too were a galloping horse, full of joy.

With her back against Emperor Wusu's warm and reliable chest, she didn't feel cold, nor was she worried about falling.

The horse galloped at full speed, still light and powerful.

Ji Qingwu's face was flushed, and he stared excitedly at the bright red bonfire rising in the distance.

She didn't know where she was. This wasn't a hunting camp, but several large tents had been set up, and guards in black armor were patrolling the area, making it seem like some kind of private place.

Emperor Wusu pressed down on the reins, slowing the horse's galloping momentum.

But it didn't head towards the large tent ahead; it slowly stopped a few hundred meters away.

He loosened the reins and let the horse roam freely.

Ji Qingwu, sitting between Emperor Wusu and the reins, was not controlling the horse, but he was panting heavily, mainly due to his excitement.

She had never galloped on horseback at such speed, pushing her physical limits and making her completely forget the dangers that had occurred in the forest.

Now I feel like I can breathe freely, and every pore on my body is open.

She is alive and can still feel the vibrancy of this world, which is wonderful.

In the future, when I think back to tonight, I'll probably only remember the exhilaration of galloping on horseback and the feeling of pure joy I had at that moment.

Ji Qingwu completely relaxed, and when she looked down, she saw the man holding the reins, his large, well-defined hands.

A thought flashed through her mind: Had Emperor Wusu not left after dealing with Princess Qingyun? Was he waiting for her in the woods?

Taking her on horseback rides was also a way to help her release her pent-up emotions.

Ji Qingwu eagerly looked up, wanting to see what the expression on the handsome face of the person behind her was like, and whether he was as carefree as she was.

Unexpectedly, her movements were too hasty, and she bumped into Emperor Wusu's hard jawbone.

The sound of the collision was quite loud.

Ji Qingwu's head hurt from the impact, and she rubbed her head, unaware of how badly his chin had been hurt.

A moment later, Emperor Wusu's voice came from above her head, his tone unreadable: "Of all your things, only your head is the hardest."

He didn't say the last sentence, yet his heart, which should have been the hardest, was incredibly soft.

This seemingly delicate and frail woman, when faced with difficulties that others would be afraid to back down from, stubbornly charged forward, displaying a chivalrous and courageous spirit.

Should he condemn her for being too soft-hearted?

Emperor Wusu believed that he could not, and should not, do so.

The person she risked her life to save was his younger sister. Qingyun is ungrateful. If he continues to be harsh on her, it will only make her feel wronged and heartbroken.

He could only suppress his temper and force her to ride the horse with him, which was also a way to relieve the pent-up frustration in his heart.

If you have a premonition that something will become a mental demon, you should break it before it leaves a deep impression.

He watched her expression change from fear to acceptance, and then to enjoyment.

He also felt pleasure at the joy on her face, as if simply looking at her could dispel his inner demons.

Judging from the emperor's tone, which seemed to carry a hint of displeasure, Ji Qingwu chose to stay quietly in his arms and remain still.

But after a while, she shifted uneasily and asked softly, "Your Majesty, did you hurt yourself?"

Since her head no longer hurt, she felt she should also check on his condition.

Emperor Wusu, enraged, laughed and gave a soft snort.

Has this woman forgotten that she was about to fall off a cliff, or what? She still has time to care whether he was hurt when he crashed.

Emperor Wusu lowered his gaze and stared at the top of her head, where there was a hair whorl. He had heard from the old people in the palace that people with more hair whorls were more intelligent, but it seemed that the rumors were not to be believed.

He sneered, "What if it hurts? Are you going to take responsibility?"

Ji Qingwu turned around in slight surprise. Even Emperor Wusu, a man of steel, said it hurt, so it seemed that she had hit him quite hard.

Could it be that she really damaged His Majesty's chin? She wondered anxiously, would this be considered an offense against His Majesty's presence and a detriment to the Emperor's health?

She quickly turned her body, tilted her head back, and carefully examined his smooth-lined chin. It looked fine, with no redness or bruising.

When examining a doctor, one should observe, listen to the patient's heart, inquire, and palpate.

Does it hurt a lot?

As Ji Qingwu asked, she reached out and touched his chin.