Chapter 291 Shifted? The Nature of the Dragon

Beneath the abyss, though seemingly tranquil, lies a dark and captivating darkness.

Ji Qingwu looked closely and discovered that he was actually growing above the Xuanlong's sleeping quarters.

The black dragon merely remained submerged, casually flicking its tail, causing the water to churn and surge upwards in disarray.

Even when Ji Qingwu floated above, the round lotus leaves were not spared; they were filled with water and almost collapsed under the weight.

......

After finally waiting for the water to calm down, Ji Qingwu suddenly remembered something: it is said that the nature of dragons is licentious.

This black dragon had touched her with its whiskers, which were stained with dragon saliva...

That's truly despicable.

One day, when she recovers, I will avenge her!

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Night fell.

The lights in Zhaoyang Palace were bright and warm, illuminating the spacious and quiet hall as if it were daytime.

When Ji Qingwu woke up again, the tingling and numb sensation that had penetrated his bone marrow still lingered in his body.

It felt as if thousands of tiny, electrically charged needles were gently pricking her skin.

She slowly opened her eyes, moved slightly, and let out a soft moan; her throat was dry and itchy.

Ji Qingwu swallowed hard, feeling a sharp pain in his throat.

What's even more terrifying is that my whole body felt like I'd been dragged to a martial arts gym and sparred with a master for twelve hours straight; not a single muscle was free from soreness.

Fortunately, my body felt dry and not sticky or sweaty.

She looked down and saw that she had changed into a dry, light green nightgown, and her matching undergarments were also neatly worn underneath.

She was covered with a thin blanket, which had a faint, fresh, and pleasant herbal scent.

Ji Qingwu lifted it up and looked inside. Sure enough, there was no restraint between her legs, and there was a strange, cool feeling.

Emperor Wusu dressed her in her top, but why didn't he just put on her silk trousers?

Ji Qingwu bit her lip with her pearly teeth, then immediately let go, feeling very swollen and painful.

There was a faint sound coming from inside the hall.

She looked toward the source of the sound in a daze, only to find that she was not lying on the spacious dragon bed, but had been placed on a soft couch to the side.

Four palace maids were carefully arranging the bedding and pillows on the dragon bed, their movements light and orderly.

As soon as Ji Qingwu saw the jade pillow, she quickly looked away. Those embarrassing and shameful memories flooded her mind, and she immediately became much more awake.

Li Yuzong stood on the side giving instructions, his old face sweating, but also beaming with joy.

Then they went to the door and called in several eunuchs, who then gestured and pointed at the black and purple lacquered dragon bed.

The sound of steady footsteps rang out.

Emperor Wusu emerged leisurely from the bath in the side hall, his black hair still damp and half-draped behind his head, looking refreshed and invigorated.

Ji Qingwu glanced at it, then quickly looked away, his gaze falling on the auspicious pattern on the blanket. He must have cleaned up the mess on her body before taking care of himself.

They still have some conscience, but not much.

Seeing that Ji Qingwu had woken up, Zhao Mingyan went straight to the soft couch, his body carrying the rich scent of pine and sandalwood.

Ji Qingwu twitched her nose and sniffed carefully; there was a faint fragrance that was neither flowery nor fruity.

The scent that clung to him, which even a bath couldn't remove, came from her.

Zhao Mingyan sat down next to her thighs, and Ji Qingwu tried to move over, but as soon as she lifted her buttocks, she hissed.

The emperor's voice regained its usual deep and cold tone, and he asked with gentle eyes, "Does it still hurt?"

For some reason, Ji Qingwu remembered the saying again: once you're on the dragon bed, even several lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it.

She remained calm and said indifferently, "It doesn't hurt."

Zhao Mingyan raised an eyebrow and said, "I wonder who asked me to be gentler."

He remained silent until he spoke, which made Ji Qingwu so angry that her teeth itched. Begging him was useless; instead, he tormented her even more.

Ji Qingwu pretended to be completely indifferent, as if it were all in the past and nothing had happened.

"Perhaps Your Majesty misheard."

Little did Ji Qingwu know that if he looked in the mirror, he would see that he looked like a victim of bullying and abuse.

Her eyes were bright and clear like autumn water, seemingly both angry and happy.

But her entire eye area was red, and her eyelids were also a little swollen, giving her an innocent and broken look.

Zhao Mingyan just looked at her with warm eyes, smiled and said nothing.

From the innermost part of the sleeping quarters, the sound of a bed frame being moved, scraping against the bricks and stones, could be heard coming from Li Yuzong's place.

Ji Qingwu looked up, wondering what purpose they had in moving the dragon bed.

She asked, "Your Majesty, what are Eunuch Li and the others trying to do?"

Emperor Wusu glanced at her, then looked back at her face.

"The placement of this bed is particular; let's move it."

Ji Qingwu was even more puzzled and said, "Could it be because the dragon bed was placed in the wrong position before, affecting His Majesty's health?"

She had heard that there were many intricacies and knowledge involved in the placement of beds, but she always felt that Emperor Wusu was not the kind of person who would believe that feng shui alone could nourish the dragon's energy.

Zhao Mingyan said calmly, "No."

Seeing that he refused to speak, Ji Qingwu gently placed her hand on his wrist.

"His Majesty."

She tapped his wrist bone with her finger, as if urging him on.

Zhao Mingyan's eyes were deep, and he said slowly and meaningfully, "The bed has been moved."

It has shifted.

bed.

Ji Qingwu arranged these words in a series of combinations, her eyelashes blinking rapidly, her eyes flashing with light and shadow.

The solid wood bed weighs over a thousand pounds.

Now, not only are there gaps between the wall and the wall, but if you look closely, there are also signs of movement on the floor tiles.

The bed was even displaced by the impact, let alone her mortal body...

Ji Qingwu glared at Emperor Wusu, but the man in front of him showed no remorse whatsoever.

Instead, he slightly raised his eyebrows with a hint of smugness, his eyes and brows exuding a relaxed and contented air.

Ji Qingwu ultimately succumbed to her shamelessness, admitting that she was no match for it.

Before her face was scalded, she pulled the blanket up to cover her entire face. Her fingertips, clinging to the edge of the blanket, were white and tender, like newly blooming pear blossoms.

Li Yuzong quickly tidied up the bedchamber and then quietly led his men out.

After everyone left, Emperor Wusu chuckled and pulled off the thin blanket covering her, revealing her watery eyes.

He wrapped her in a blanket and then picked her up in his arms.

The emperor's embrace both comforted her and made her heart tremble.

Ji Qingwu opened her eyes wide in alarm, watching as the ground rose higher and higher above her.

Zhao Mingyan walked steadily toward the innermost part of the bedchamber, assuring her with certainty, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

However, Ji Qingwu's furrowed brows and wide eyes clearly told him the truth.

She doesn't believe it!

He had said the same thing before, and when she softened and lowered her guard, he gave her a good lesson—

What a man says in bed is not to be taken seriously.

Zhao Mingyan also imagined this scene, smiled slightly, and offered no further explanation.

He placed him back on the dragon bed, which was surrounded by railings on three sides. Ji Qingwu endured the soreness and rolled further into the bed, determined to keep a certain distance from him.

But he easily scooped it back with one arm.

He lowered his voice: "Don't move."