Chapter 89 How could he compare to my man?

"I know what you want."

Emperor Wusu no longer referred to himself as "I am the sovereign" or "I am the widow" in front of him, but only used ordinary self-reference.

Master Liaoran sat quietly and said, "I sensed the shimmering red lotus, so I went to remind His Majesty to let go of it in time and not become addicted to it."

For the red jade to shine, two conditions must be met: first, the right woman must be found who comes in accordance with the will of Heaven.

Secondly, the emperor was tempted...

Master Liaoran sought an audience that day to offer admonitions.

Emperor Wusu picked up the white piece, held it between two fingers, and said nonchalantly, "Only by not being swayed by things can one turn things around. Only by entering the game myself can I control all directions."

The last syllable of the sentence and the sound of the piece being placed rang out together.

Master Liaoran sighed and placed a black piece: "I hope Your Majesty will reconsider. An emperor must align himself with the Way of Heaven and should cultivate the Way of Ruthlessness."

The black and white pieces on the chessboard represent a balance of power. Emperor Wusu raised his hand and placed a piece with overwhelming force.

She was the one who took the initiative to lift the curtain on his military tent.

She reappeared in Lin'an City.

Emperor Wusu raised his eyes and said sternly, "The Way of Ruthlessness? The unity of Yin and Yang is also the Way of Heaven."

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Ji Qingwu walked silently until he reached a dead end.

A small, sandalwood-colored door, about six feet high, appeared before the two of them.

"We didn't come in from here."

Mo Lingling scratched the back of her head, completely lost and unable to find her way. She said blankly, "Huh? I really don't know, I was just following you."

They came through the wide gate of Hanshan Temple, which is wide enough for a carriage to pass through, not this narrow gate that is only wide enough for one person to pass through.

By sheer chance, the two found the back path leading to Hanshan Temple.

Thinking that Ji Qingrong and Qiuqiu were still waiting for them in the carriage, Ji Qingwu frowned and gave the order: "Let's go back the way we came."

Mo Lingling, seeing her expression, clutched her lower abdomen and said, "My stomach hurts a little."

Ji Qingwu grabbed her wrist, pressed it against her pulse point and felt it for a while. The pulse was weak and restless, confirming what she had said.

"Let's rest here for a while."

Near the small, yellow-brown door were a few bricks and stones, which were fairly clean. The two sat down.

Ji Qingwu said, "Give me your arm."

Mo Lingling didn't understand, but she still obediently stretched out her arm.

Her fingers pressed firmly on several acupoints that were stabilizing the fetal position.

Mo Lingling looked at her fair neck and dark, tousled hair, enjoying her care with mixed feelings.

Ji Qingwu's voice was as soft as a feather brushing against her heart.

Are you feeling any better?

Mo Lingling nodded hurriedly, "I'm much better." She stared at her profile and said, "Miss Ji, I have a question for you."

Ji Qingwu assumed it was about the child in her womb and said, "Ask away."

Having spent a long time in Liangxiang Pavilion, Mo Lingling had met many women with distinct personalities, but she had never met a woman like Ji Qingwu who appeared soft and easy to manipulate, yet was actually free-spirited and unrestrained.

What would a woman like this be like if she were to become entangled in love...?

Mo Lingling was extremely interested in her romantic history.

"You must have spent a long time choosing your previous husband, right? You must have loved him very much, right?"

"Aren't you very sad that he died? You raised the child all by yourself. If he knew this in the afterlife, he would be very grateful to you."

Ji Qingwu looked up at her, his eyes flickering.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Lingling's curiosity reached its peak.

"But people always have to look forward. Was the man we saw in the private room of the teahouse last time your new lover? Don't be embarrassed, I saw it all. The way he looked at you was anything but innocent."

"You have to trust my judgment of men; he's definitely interested in you."

Ji Qingwu looked at her with a half-smile: "Your taste in men?"

She pressed down with a skillful force.

A sharp scream shattered the silence of the mountains, startling several resting birds into flight.

Ji Qingwu could not agree with Mo Lingling's taste in men.

The thought of that night, of Mo Lingling seeing it, made her feel agitated. The smile that had been on her lips faded, and her eyes turned sharp.

Mo Lingling's eyes were filled with tears: "You, you, you..."

She cried out, "Your eyes are just like Duan Mingfeng's!"

When she was described as a ruthless and vicious imperial envoy, Ji Qingwu was not angry. Instead, she grasped the key point in her words.

He asked, "Do you know Lord Duan?"

Mo Lingling didn't answer, so Ji Qingwu pressed harder again. The tingling sensation shot straight to her brain, and she immediately gasped and honestly said, "We're from the same hometown."

The word "also"...

In a flash, Ji Qingwu had a guess, and she let go of her hand in surprise.

She remembered that a certain high-ranking official who had entered officialdom in a prestigious position was also from Xianyang.

Mo Lingling rubbed her acupoints, muttering, "You may look gentle and easy to talk to, but you're anything but weak when it comes to using dirty tricks."

But after Ji Qingwu pressed the acupoint forcefully, not only did the pain in her abdomen disappear, but she also felt her blood and qi were abundant.

Mo Lingling, having forgotten the pain of her past wounds, tried to use words to resist her.

"Your ex-boyfriend probably did something to upset you, which is why you bullied him to death!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingwu's lips curved into a wide smile, her smile exceptionally sweet.

"Yeah, you guessed right. Anyone who annoys me will be bullied to death by me."

Mo Lingling's eyes suddenly widened, but she couldn't scream. Her entire arm suddenly went numb.

Inside the small door, before half an incense stick.

Just as the two men were about to reach the door, they heard a woman's shrill scream.

Duan Mingfeng drew his soft sword from his waist and immediately stepped in front of Emperor Wusu, warily watching the direction outside the door.

Then he heard the woman mention his name, and his expression changed. He clearly recognized that the woman was Mo Lingling.

Emperor Wusu raised his hand, signaling him to sheathe his sword.

Inside the gate, they were all skilled martial artists with keen hearing and eyesight, and they heard the conversation between the two clearly.

Mo Lingling was still unconvinced and said, "Your previous man must have been a henpecked husband who couldn't accomplish anything great, which is why he raised you to be such a sly, cunning, and unruly person."

Then a sweet female voice rang out.

He said in a nonchalant tone, "The father of the child in your womb is a complete coward. How can he compare to my man?"

Duan Mingfeng nodded. The first half of the statement was correct; that man was a coward.

Emperor Wusu nodded slightly, for the second half of the sentence.

Mo Lingling was completely suppressed by her in terms of both force and words, and could only look at her with resentful eyes.

He argued, "He's not a coward; he just has his reasons!"

Seeing her indignant expression, Ji Qingwu continued, "It's not that he doesn't have time to see you, it's that he doesn't want to see you."

Seeing that Mo Lingling was still glaring at her angrily, Ji Qingwu shattered the dream she had woven for herself.

"Li Chengxun will soon be marrying Princess Qingyun, and the wedding ceremony is being prepared."