Chapter 75 Exposed? Losing Emotional Control

When Emperor Wusu pushed open the door and entered, the room was already empty.

The cool night breeze blew in through the open window, making the oil paper on the window rustle.

He turned his gaze, walked to the window, and looked down.

A pink bed sheet was tied into a rope and hung down below the window frame, swaying in the wind.

The river beneath the large ship stirred up surging waves, the current carrying mud and sand, turbulent and unpredictable, making it very dangerous.

He stared at it for a long time, then tapped on the window frame with his long fingers. The frame was made of balsa wood for aesthetic purposes.

Emperor Wusu turned around and looked around the room. Although the windows had been opened for ventilation, the room was still filled with a vulgar smell. He walked to the bed at the far end.

All that could be seen was a rumpled quilt, with the porcelain pillow at the feet.

A glint flashed in Emperor Wusu's eyes as he sat down by the bed.

He covered his lips with his hand and coughed softly.

The pinkish-red quilt trembled slightly.

Emperor Wusu placed his hand on the edge of the quilt and gradually slipped it inside.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Qingwu made a decision to create the illusion that she had jumped into the river.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

She ran back to bed, curled up into a ball, and hid herself under the covers.

The person who entered, judging from the steady footsteps, should have been heading towards the window. Just as she had thought, she had been misled by the bed sheet twisted into a rope.

But not long after, he went to the bedside again.

Prince Yong shouldn't be back so soon. Who exactly is this person?

The mattress sagged slightly, and he sat a few inches away from her.

Ji Qingwu held her breath, her heart pounding with anxiety. Why wasn't he leaving yet? What was so great about sitting on a bed? Didn't he have one at home?

Suddenly, his whole body froze.

They still found out!

A large hand reached into the quilt without her noticing and grasped her foot.

Instantly, the hairs on Ji Qingwu's body stood on end.

Completely covered by the blanket, she was already having trouble breathing, and she had to suppress the gasps of surprise when someone touched her toes.

The hand gently brushed against the soles of her feet.

Ji Qingwu was ticklish and couldn't pretend any longer. She kicked out and yanked off the blanket...

According to her plan, she first covered the person's head with a blanket, and then used the hairpin she was holding in her right hand to stab the person's neck hard.

Two moves are enough to defeat the enemy.

But coincidentally, this person shared the same thoughts as her and acted at the same time.

As she lifted the covers, he dragged her by the feet, pulling her to his side.

Ji Qingwu quickly adjusted the direction of the blanket, which successfully covered his head, but also shrouded both of them inside.

A few rays of light shone through the gaps in the peach-colored brocade quilt.

Ji Qingwu stared wide-eyed, trying to see the other person's face clearly and identify who this person was, but the shadow in front of her had not completely faded away.

But knowing his approximate location is enough.

She gripped the hairpin tightly, and with the last of her strength, stabbed it into the other person's chest.

Without the other person making any move, his hand was still holding her delicate and smooth foot, leisurely stroking it gently.

The white jade and green plum blossom hairpin that Ji Qingwu was holding in her palm was immediately shaken off, and her tiger's mouth was also shaken numb.

A low chuckle followed.

Ji Qingwu suddenly realized that the deep, cold voice sounded very familiar, and she froze.

Why is he here? Is it really him...?

The strong scent of cosmetics in the room masked his body odor.

To verify her guess, Ji Qingwu tilted her head back and brought her delicate nose close to his neck to sniff, causing his body to tense up for a moment.

Upon smelling the unique, deep, and sweet aroma, her tense back immediately relaxed.

"It's you, it really is you."

In the past, when she saw Emperor Wusu, she was either frightened or timid. Never before had she felt so at ease.

Fortunately, it was him who came.

It's good that it's him, it's good that it's him.

The feeling of surviving a disaster was so overwhelming that Ji Qingwu gasped for breath. Luckily, she was in bed, otherwise she would have collapsed to the ground.

The brocade quilt was torn off.

Her vision brightened a little, but it was still blurry.

The person before me had broad shoulders and a strong, upright posture; his calm and composed demeanor suggested that he was none other than His Majesty the Emperor.

Before, when I was under the covers, I felt a sense of security, as if I were wrapped up. But suddenly being exposed to the light made me wonder where I was and what I had experienced that day.

A nameless fear welled up in Ji Qingwu's heart again, and she shifted her body, shrinking into the corner of the bed.

Seeing her like this, Emperor Wusu's eyes darkened, and he asked, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Her eyes, which shone brighter than the stars in the night sky, were now vacant and unfocused.

Ji Qingwu hugged her knees, lowered her head, and buried her face between her legs, trying to calm the overwhelming sadness in her heart.

She was like a wounded rabbit, wanting only to hide away and lick her wounds alone.

The next moment, Ji Qingwu was pulled into a warm and firm embrace by someone's arms around his knees and back.

She nestled in his arms, and he pressed her head against his chest, smoothing her disheveled hair and gently massaging her slender back.

This is no different from the way you would soothe a child.

Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

All the myriad thoughts in my mind were overwhelmed by an emotion called "grievance".

Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she didn't sob; she just silently shed tears, one glistening tear after another rolling down her cheeks.

After returning to the Ji family mansion in Lin'an City from the small town of Nanchu, she was comforted by her loving mother and doted on by her elder brothers and sisters, which made her forget the hardships of the world.

But who could have predicted that something like this could happen at home?

Ji Changyan came to Wutong Garden to find her. In fact, regardless of whether she agreed or not, he had already decided to give her to Prince Yong.

They even found such a potent drug, completely disregarding her life or death, showing no regard for any familial bond.

That lecherous Prince Yong touched her face and rubbed her hands. If they succeed tonight, she won't have a tomorrow, and she won't have the freedom she desires.

Someone raised their hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

Being treated so gently, Ji Qingwu's eyes were blurry with tears. She sobbed softly, her cries not loud, but mournful and gentle.

Emperor Wusu closed his eyes.

He knew how difficult it was for her today; in such an emergency, she was still able to remain calm, deceive the enemy, and protect herself.

With a dry voice, he said, "You did a good job."

Emperor Wusu's fingers had just wiped away one tear when several more rolled down his cheeks. These tears were like pearls, impossible to scatter and countless, with signs of increasing numbers.

The warm tears, at this moment, seemed to have turned into candle flames, scorching his heart.

Emperor Wusu put his arm around her trembling shoulders and asked softly, "Besides your eyes, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

The more he coaxed her, the more intense Ji Qingwu's emotions became, and tears streamed down her cheeks like morning dew.

Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, he gently and slowly patted her back with his large hand, letting her vent her emotions.

I don't know how much time passed.

Ji Qingwu realized that her hand had somehow wrapped around his lean waist.

Her pretty face pressed intimately against his chest, her tears soaking the front of his dark blue brocade robe embroidered with gold thread.

A large clump of moisture was clearly visible on the dark fabric.

Wait?

Dark blue, embroidered with gold thread...