Let me out

After Heng Jin pushed Yuan Li back onto the chaise longue, she said, "Rest well first. Once you're drunk, you can do whatever you want. Even if you need my help, I'd be happy to help you."

"So willing to help? Then please trouble the Emperor to make a trip."

"What does Yuan'er want me to do?"

Yuanli stared at him with ill intent, then deliberately said jokingly, "Please help me deliver a letter to my fiancé's bedroom. Make sure Ah Cha sees it the first time she returns."

A frown of displeasure appeared on his face, and Yuanli said triumphantly, "Didn't the Emperor say he was happy to help? Why? Looking at your embarrassed expression, it seems you're unwilling?"

Yuanli then put on a troubled expression and said apologetically, "Oh, I forgot. No one else can enter Ah Cha's chamber. If the Emperor wishes to go, he'd better take my divine tablet and go. I'll be on duty and look after him. You can come and go as you please."

Heng Jin pointed in the direction of the desk and said, "The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all there."

Hearing this, Yuanli walked around him and sat down in front of the desk. Then she took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and as if Heng Jin, who was standing beside her staring at the letter paper, didn't exist, she quickly wrote some cheesy love words, greetings and requests for help.

"The shameless Heng Jin locked me up in his bedroom, intending to prevent you and I from getting married. I was afraid of breaking my promise at the wedding ceremony, so I wrote a letter to inform you. Fortunately, the old man still has a bit of humanity and conscience, and is willing to help me deliver the letter..." After reading this, Heng Jin's face turned ashen.

"This shameless man, and this old man who still has a trace of human conscience, are you talking about me, Yuanli?"

"If I don't let you watch, you'll be angry. If I tacitly let you watch, you'll be angry too. The Emperor is really going to be angry no matter what. No woman would like him if he's too hard to appease."

Yuanli felt happy to hear him suppressing his anger but still asking her questions with a forced smile. She struck while the iron was hot and wrote four big words on the envelope: From my husband personally.

"I'm hard to coax? You haven't coaxed me yet, so how do you know I'm hard to coax? Even if I'm angry, you just beckon me and I'll come over. Is that considered hard to coax? It's obviously you're too lazy to coax me! If there were a few fewer people standing in your heart, I wouldn't be so angry with you so often, and you wouldn't need to coax me."

After Heng Jin finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of the four large characters written on the ink-stained envelope that she was blowing on. Heng Jin's possessiveness and anger at being wronged completely erupted.

"What disgusting filth you wrote!"

"Every word I said was sincere and heartfelt, so how could it be considered dirty? The Emperor is clearly sour grapes!"

"Right! I just can't eat the grapes, so what if they're sour?! We've been in love for several lifetimes, and you've never written me such a heartfelt letter! I've forced myself to accept your love, so can't you just treat me equally? Yuanli, I really hate your love and fickleness!"

After calmly listening to Heng Jin's accusations, Yuan Li acted even angrier than he was, and said with her hands on her hips, "If you hate me so much, why did you lock me up in your bedroom and make such a scene with me?"

Not long after she finished speaking, a strong sense of drunkenness emerged, and in just a moment, Yuanli's face flushed red. Her consciousness was a little erratic, and her body was a little unsteady. Yuanli held on to the back of the stool to steady herself, feeling a little dizzy and nauseous.

"Why is this alcohol so strong..."

Heng Jin quickly helped her up, suppressing his momentary blame and displeasure. He softened his tone and said gently, "I didn't mean to say I hated you. What I said was that I hated your amorous and fickle behavior. I was just being possessive and jealous... Yuanli, you know I like you very much... Don't be angry with me."

"Go away..."

Yuanli wanted to reach out and push him away, but she was too drowsy to control her strength, and her push went sideways, her palm limply hitting his chest. To others, it looked more like a playful, half-hearted attempt at refusal.

"I'll help you lie down on the couch and rest."

"I don't want to get on your couch. I have my own couch. I want to go back to the Star Lord's Mansion."

"No." Heng Jin refused firmly in a gentle tone.

"Why not? I accepted the mission of accompanying you through three lifetimes, but I didn't sell myself to you."

As she spoke, an increasingly dazed Yuanli began to walk towards the palace gate. As her intoxication grew, the "pleasure" of the peach wine became increasingly uncontrollable. Yuanli feared that if she continued to stay with this evildoer, something unpredictable would happen.

Regardless of her refusal, Heng Jin directly held her horizontally in his arms, carried her to lie on the couch, took off her shoes and covered her with a quilt.

After lying down, Yuanli tried to get up, but she felt limp and powerless, and her head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. She could move, but she couldn't control herself to get up and leave.

"The aftereffects of this wine are so strong. If so many immortals and gods are drunk, won't it have a significant impact?"

"If you had known your limits and stopped at the right time, you wouldn't be this drunk now."

After saying that, Heng Jin teleported to the small kitchen and brought her the hangover soup he had prepared long ago. He scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and fed it to her mouth. Yuan Li took the porcelain spoon from his hand, propped herself up, took the bowl from his hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Who made this? It's so hard to drink!"

"This hangover soup is still the original recipe. I even added some sweet Hundred Flowers Dew. It's delicious. I've tried it. You can clearly tell it was made by me, so why are you asking me about it and ruining my intentions?"

When Yuanli saw him say he had tasted it, he kept staring at her bowl of soup and asked, "You're not tasting my bowl, are you?"

"Yes, I used your spoon, and drank from the same place where you put your mouth just now. Is there a problem? Didn't you just eat mine..." Heng Jin stroked her lips with the tip of her index finger, pretending to be nostalgic.

"you!"

"Okay, I'm just kidding. I scooped a bowl out of the pot to taste. Who told you to deliberately say that the hangover soup I worked so hard to make for you was unpalatable?"

Heng Jin cleared the bowl, handed her a clean handkerchief to wipe her mouth, helped her lie down, covered her with the quilt to rest, and was about to leave.

"Emperor! Emperor?"

After calling out three times, Heng Jin didn't stop, as if he didn't hear her, so Yuanli had to change her words and call him by his name.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"When I wake up, will you still be in the temple?"

Heng Jin raised her hand and the red string that connected them appeared. "Just tighten the string, and I'll come, right?"

"If you're busy and I suddenly call you here, and you miss something important, I can't bear the responsibility. It doesn't matter if you're not here, but we've agreed in advance that you have to let me go when I wake up. I really have something important to do, okay?"

"Okay, when you wake up, go do your thing."

Yuanli hadn't expected him to agree so readily, and was a bit stunned. But after waking up, she had just gotten up from the bed and taken a few steps when she felt a sense of restraint at her wrists. She lowered her head and followed the red rope to see Heng Jin stretching out from behind the bed.

"Where have you been?"

"In the painting hanging behind the couch."

"Painting? Can I sleep in a painting?" Yuanli asked curiously.

She walked around the bed and saw a painting hanging on the wall not far away. The painting showed a couch in Prince Wen's bedroom, and there were peach petals floating in from the window on the floor.

"How can I sleep like this?"

Heng Jin immediately cast a spell and entered the scroll, turning into a small ball. She sat on the couch and greeted her with a smile.

"It's amazing! What's it like to sleep in a painting?"

"Why don't you try it yourself and find out?"

Heng Jin snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, the bedroom in the painting was decorated with red silk flowers, and his attire transformed into the wedding dress he wore during his first life. He sat upright, holding the scales, tugged on the red string, and pulled her into the painting.

The moment she entered the painting, her clothes and accessories changed into gorgeous wedding attire, covered with a red veil.

She raised her hand to lift the veil, but Heng Jin stopped her and used a weighing rod to reach under the corner of her veil and lift it up.

Yuanli looked around curiously. The world in this painting was different after all. Even the appearance and outline of the two people had become the texture drawn by the brush. However, she did not feel uncomfortable. She felt free and relaxed as if she was outside the painting.

"Why are you and I dressed like this when we enter the painting? Is this intentional, or is it just natural for people to change like this when they enter the painting?"

"What if I say I did it on purpose because I wanted to relive our wedding night with my wife so that she would soften her heart?"

"Then I advise you not to waste your time."

"Alas, Yuanli's words are truly chilling. My attempts to awaken your conscience seem to have been met with criticism, and my efforts have been in vain."

"Do you know what kind of mortal food you sound like lately? I still prefer the way you used to be, with no expression or words."

"Like what?"

"Pork belly. It's okay the first time you eat it, but it gets really greasy after a while. Okay, stop wasting time with this nonsense. I really have something to do. How am I going to get this painting out?"

Hearing this, Heng Jin smiled playfully and asked, "You don't know how to get out?"

"I don't even know how to get in, so of course I don't know how to get out."

"It seems that trapping you in a painting is much more useful than keeping you trapped in my bedroom and constantly worrying about you escaping."

In order to prevent Yuanli from figuring out a way to escape by watching the method he used to leave, Heng Jin quickly cast a spell to escape from the scroll as soon as he finished speaking.

Looking at the bride in the painting, whose face was drooping with anger, and whose eyes were fixed on him with resentment and displeasure, Heng Jin subconsciously felt a little frightened. He shifted his gaze slightly to the side, but carefully observed her reaction with his peripheral vision.

"Heng Jin! I'm only saying this once, let me out."

Hearing this, Heng Jin didn't dare tease her anymore and immediately pulled her out of the scroll. Her serious and unhappy expression didn't ease, and she walked straight to the palace door. Heng Jin followed closely behind her and obediently opened the door.

After teleporting out of Heng Jin's bedroom, Yuan Li turned around and found that Heng Jin was still following closely behind him, as if he would go wherever she went.

"Why are you following me? I'm on business."