Chapter 360 You did this on purpose. Who's in the Imperial Prison?

It constricted her back and made her tailbone uncomfortable.

Zhao Mingyan's face turned cold, and he said, "You don't need to think about Wei Ting anymore."

At this moment, still in the heat of passion, Ji Qingwu was not afraid of his cold and aloof demeanor.

Instead, she boldly reached out and tugged at the corner of his mouth, which had been pulled down.

Don't be upset.

She gently shook his head and said, "It's not because I'm thinking about him, really not. Let's sit down and talk, okay?"

Zhao Mingyan looked unwell, but he still listened to her.

He held her as he sat on the dragon throne, changing her posture from standing to sitting, but everything else remained the same; he still had her straddle his lap.

Behind the dragon throne, carved with dragons and gilded, is a screen with gold-lacquered cloud and dragon patterns, with nine dragons carved on the seven panels.

They were all staring wide-eyed at Ji Qingwu.

Her ears were burning, and she struggled to say, "Let's talk seriously."

Zhao Mingyan loosened his grip slightly, but his left arm was still wrapped around her waist. He reached out and took the imperial brush from the table.

Ji Qingwu watched his actions with a puzzled expression.

The ink was still wet, the black of the wolf hair at the tip of the brush was rich and deep, and the wooden handle slid down her chin.

He turned his pen around and poked a plum blossom into her chest.

The black ink on the pink dress contrasts with the real plum blossoms, making it look like ink plum blossoms blooming on pink branches.

He asked, "Is this serious enough?"

Ji Qingwu pursed her lips, her gaze drifting.

The answer is obvious, and even more irreverent.

But seeing that he smiled slightly, seemingly pleased, and no longer mentioned Wei Ting, Ji Qingwu went along with him.

Zhao Mingyan added a few more strokes to her clothes, painting along her exquisite curves.

Because it was a maid's dress, the fabric was absorbent and dried quickly, and the wolf-hair brush quickly ran out of ink, making it impossible to draw any more marks.

He then traced the tip of his pen along the edge of her dress, sweeping it towards her collarbone.

Ji Qingwu hadn't forgotten why she came here, and she endured the itching sensation.

He began, "I heard that Prince Yong has been imprisoned by imperial decree."

"Um."

He responded indifferently, and it was unclear whether he had taken it to heart.

As if he had discovered something even more interesting, Zhao Mingyan held the pen between his long fingers and gently slid it along her fair and delicate neck.

Ji Qingwu would give an honest response to every action.

Whether her brows are slightly furrowed, her red lips are pouting in dissatisfaction, or her eyes change with the changing light.

Ji Qingwu tilted her head, trying to avoid the harassment of the pen tip, and said, "What exactly did Prince Yong do wrong that warrants such a severe punishment? Princess Yong is very worried about him."

Zhao Mingyan said, "He deserves to be locked up for a few days for the mistake he made. Tao should already be in there."

Ji Qingwu asked in surprise, "Did His Majesty grant the Princess Consort permission to enter?"

After she finished speaking, she realized what she meant.

"You knew all along why I came, why didn't you say so sooner?"

He not only knew why he was looking for Duan Mingfeng, but he also gave advance permission for Princess Yong to go in and meet with Prince Yong.

Then, when she said she wanted "worldly things," he readily agreed and proceeded to paint this portrait...

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that everything was interconnected, just waiting for her to jump in.

Ji Qingwu's eyes showed condemnation as he gripped the tip of his pen.

"You did it on purpose."

Zhao Mingyan said matter-of-factly, "If we don't do it this way, how can we hear A-Wu's true feelings?"

As he spoke the word "sincere," he mimicked her earlier gesture, tapping her left breast with his finger.

Using her fingers instead of a brush, she traced the outline of a plum blossom on her chest.

Ji Qingwu slapped his hand away and said, "The truth or dare part is over. I have something important to tell you."

She tried to get off him, but couldn't move. She twisted her waist.

She said coquettishly, "My thighs are sore."

"Your legs are already sore?" Zhao Mingyan chuckled.

Ji Qingwu glared at him and said, "Try sitting with your legs spread apart for that long."

Zhao Mingyan raised an eyebrow and said, "I'll rub it for you and it won't hurt anymore."

Ji Qingwu thought he was just joking, but his hand really left her waist and went towards her inner thigh.

She nimbly dodged and moved to the side, causing the wolf-hair brush to roll to the ground.

"No need."

Ji Qingwu politely declined, but grabbed his hand to prevent him from making any more rash moves.

She sat on the dragon throne again, no longer feeling as uneasy as before, after all, she had even sat on the emperor's lap.

It's just a dragon throne.

He wondered what Ji Qingwu was thinking, her eyes blinking as she glanced at him excitedly.

Infected by her joy, Zhao Mingyan asked, "What do you want to say?"

Ji Qingwu sat up straight and said seriously, "By the way, I brought Sihai with me when I entered the palace this time."

Zhao Mingyan said, "Sihai is now your bodyguard and will obey your orders. He doesn't need to explain anything to me."

Ji Qingwu explained, "Sihai is disguised and should be in the prison with Princess Yong now."

Zhao Mingyan asked, "What happened?"

Ji Qingwu said, "Last night, someone used Xijin's spider gu to control Chang Lu, who was by Yongwang's side, and came to the Wei family to take me away."

She shared her speculation: "I suspect that the person behind this is Yuwen Tianqing."

Zhao Mingyan smiled and said, "Awu is really smart. With only such a few clues, she guessed who was behind it all."

Ji Qingwu touched his ear, feeling very proud of the emperor's recognition and praise.

But still haunted by the assassination attempt on Emperor Wusu, he asked, "Should we conduct a thorough search of the entire city?"

Zhao Mingyan said, "He is in the palace."

Ji Qingwu never expected Yuwen Tianqing to be so bold as to dare to come to the palace of Beili.

She jumped up and said, "Where is he? We'll take men to catch him right now. We can't let him get away again."

Zhao Mingyan pulled her between his legs and no longer hid anything from her.

He said directly, "In the imperial prison."

Ji Qingwu was momentarily confused, but when she met his confident gaze, she understood.

"Was this something you planned all along?"

Emperor Wusu deliberately let Yuwen Tianqing go, just so that he could break into the palace and contact Su Fengyue.

During the battle, members of the Western Jin royal family were captured...

Ji Qingwu's eyes darkened, and then his cool voice rang out.

"No evidence can compare to the fact that the fourth prince of Xijin personally came to break him out of prison."

A thought suddenly flashed through Ji Qingwu's mind.

For many years, the conflict between Xijin and Beili has continued, yet Emperor Wusu has tolerated Xijin's provocations for so long.

Based on Ji Qingwu's understanding of his temperament, it wasn't that he wouldn't act, but rather that the time hadn't come yet.

That opportunity may be coming soon.

The thought of Yuwen Tianqing in the imperial prison filled Ji Qingwu with unease, especially since Prince Yong and his pregnant wife were also inside...

She bent down, asking with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, "Does Your Majesty wish to go to the imperial prison?"

Zhao Mingyan raised his hand and touched her face.

"Go if you want to."