Chapter 152 Extra 3
Zhao Xiheng forgot to struggle in the water.
Those scattered fragments of memory, like the wind that seeps into every nook and cranny, entered her brain through all seven orifices, first piecing together frames in her mind, and finally connecting the images into an incredibly smooth recollection.
Wei Li grabbed her waist and pulled her up from the water.
Zhao Mingxin tried to entangle herself with the two men, but Wei Li frowned and tore her apart, then threw her back into the water, leaving her to continue struggling.
He was not a kind person at all, and Zhao Xiheng had always been at odds with her. It was only because of the unremitting influence of Confucian sages over the years that he didn't hold her head down and take the opportunity to drown her.
Zhao Xiheng threw herself into his arms, vomited a few mouthfuls of lake water, and shivered.
She's in good physical condition and didn't faint.
Their clothes were all wet, but they figured they could wear one more garment if they wanted, so Wei Li took off his outer robe and gave it to her.
Half of the servants rushed over to offer their concern and call for the imperial physician, while the other half went to rescue Zhao Mingxin.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhao Xiheng suddenly threw herself into Wei Li's arms, or at least that's what everyone thought.
Wei Li's waist was pinched and twisted hard by her, and he was in so much pain that he almost lost control of his expression. Zhao Xiheng whispered a threat in his ear, "Don't scream."
As he spoke, his voice became wet again.
Wei Li felt wronged; it wasn't him who pushed the person down.
Why can't this girl tell right from wrong? She pinched him right away!
"I'll settle our score with you slowly!"
When Zhao Xiheng recalled what had just happened, she was so angry that she wanted to bite off every piece of flesh from Wei Li's body.
Okay, let's see how good he is to me, spoiling me and giving me whatever I want.
So that's how he treated her in his past life? He must feel guilty.
She counted carefully, and it was really true: kidnapping, not dressing her in the dead of winter, choking her.
As expected of Wei Li, he's really something else.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch." Despite his young age, he has a surprisingly strong grip.
"Now, carry me back!" Zhao Xiheng commanded in a low voice.
Alright, whatever the little princess says goes.
Wei Li picked her up in his arms, weighed her in his hands, and couldn't help but say, "Eat more food, you're so light."
Hmph, Zhao Xiheng wouldn't listen and turned her head away.
Don't think that by offering her a few words of concern at the last minute, she'll forget how badly he treated her in their past life.
Wei Li had no idea what she was thinking. He carried her back, brought her some ginger water, and watched her drink it.
He was still soaking wet, with water dripping from his hair, and wherever he went, a small puddle of water would soon form on the ground.
Zhao Xiheng, holding the ginger soup and wrapped in a thick quilt, looked at him with an unreadable expression.
"Is it spicy? Shall I add some brown sugar for you?" Wei Li rubbed his palms together to warm them, then placed them on her forehead, and held her hands and wrists to warm them.
He didn't dare sit on her bed, afraid of getting her bedding wet.
"No...not spicy..." Her slightly malicious words and sentimental thoughts were instantly extinguished, and she even felt a little pity for him.
Wei Li shook his head, shaking the water off his hair like a small animal shaking off water droplets from its fur.
Zhao Xiheng got splashed with water, grabbed a soft pillow and threw it at him. The little bit of inexplicable flutter and heartache in her heart disappeared. "Are you trying to die? Are you trying to die?!"
While dodging, Wei Li didn't forget to berate her, "You ungrateful little brat, how could you repay kindness with enmity? If I hadn't rescued you today, you don't know how long you would have been drinking cold water in the lake!"
"How dare you mention kindness?" It was he who wanted to settle accounts, not her who insisted on bringing it up.
"I still remember clearly how you choked me and wouldn't let me put a coat on you in the dead of winter!"
"When did I choke you?" Wei Li denied it outright.
“In Pingzhou! You’ve forgotten, but I remember it clearly!” Zhao Xiheng said, getting agitated, and stood up, still wrapped in a blanket, to accuse him.
"You mean Pingzhou?" Wei Li, no longer caring about arguing with her, grabbed her arm and shook it, asking excitedly, his words stammering, "You...you remember something?"
“I remember all the bad things you’ve done to me!” She slightly raised her delicate chin, waiting to see Wei Li’s astonished expression.
But Wei Li turned out to be completely different from what she had expected.
He seemed to be both crying and laughing, his eyes were red, but the corners of his mouth were twitching. Then he squatted down, hugged his knees, as if trying to calm some complex emotions.
Zhao Xiheng felt a chill run down her spine, and thought he was acting like he was having a fit of madness.
She jumped off the bed, hopped next to him, and poked his shoulder.
Before she could speak, he suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with an alarming light, staring straight at her, then suddenly grabbed her and tossed her into the air.
Zhao Xiheng: "Hey, are you crazy?"
She was so frightened that she grabbed his collar.
Wei Li remained silent, his eyes gleaming like a big dog sticking out its tongue.
Zhao Xiheng: "".
He seemed trapped in some kind of emotion, unable to extricate himself.
Zhao Xiheng: "I said I remembered how awful you were to me in my past life! I hate you the most!"
Wei Li: "..."
I hate him...
The light in Wei Li's eyes dimmed, the tense muscles in his arms relaxed, and he slowly put her down. Then he asked her urgently, "How much can you remember? Don't you remember what happened after you went to Bu Xian City? Think carefully!"
Don't hate him.
"Even if I remember anything, I still hate you!" Zhao Xiheng pushed him away; his earlier frantic throwing had upset her stomach.
"How could I like someone who treated me badly from the start? I hold grudges! So many people like me and spoil me, of course I'd like someone who's always been good to me!"
Even though Zhao Xiheng had the memories of her past life, she was still spoiled in this one. She curled her lips mischievously and said, "I just don't like you."
Footsteps approached from afar, and Zhao Xinglie swept in like a gust of wind, pulling Zhao Xiheng around like a spinning top: "Are you alright? Are you alright, my dear girl?"
Then he cupped her head and patted it: "Don't get a fever, my dear. Who pushed you down? Tell me, I'll get it back for you! I'll drown that bastard!"
He turned to look at Wei Li, wanting to pat his hair, but realized that the child had grown taller and bigger and he couldn't pat his head anymore. So he patted his shoulder instead and praised him, "My son, I'm so grateful to you today! Go change your clothes quickly, have you drunk the ginger soup? Don't catch a cold!"
His eldest son is too honest, like a little silly dog. He'll have to find a shrewd wife to balance things out in the future.
Wei Li was quite provoked by Zhao Xiheng's words, and even when Zhao Xinglie spoke to him, he was in a daze.
Many new questions kept popping up, but Zhao Xinglie was still around, so he couldn't ask them.
He could only give Zhao Xiheng a deep look before dragging his heavy steps away.
It feels good to argue with someone for a moment.
Zhao Xiheng couldn't sleep at night, torn between thinking she wasn't going too far and thinking she was going too far.
Finally, clutching the blanket, I drifted off to sleep.
She knew perfectly well that it wasn't a dream, because dreams wouldn't feel so real.
Zhao Xiheng saw that she and Wei Li had married and had a daughter, nicknamed Zhizhi. Wei Li adored her, and she loved Wei Li just as much. That man was like a paper tiger, even stingily saving money to buy gifts for the mother and daughter.
Her heart clenched, and she burst into tears in the room.
How could you say such cruel things to Wei Li during the day?
She likes him.
Zhao Xiheng was suddenly ejected from the illusion, and all she could see was pitch blackness; it was already midnight.
She sat up, panting, clutching the bedding, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
No, she had to go find Wei Li. She couldn't sleep if she didn't go to see her tonight.
Zhao Xiheng got up, slipped on her shoes, and quietly pushed open the door without even putting on an overcoat.
The servants on night watch outside the bedchamber were fast asleep, but the guards outside the main hall were certainly still wide awake. She couldn't let them follow her when she went to talk to Wei Li in the middle of the night.
Zhao Xiheng climbed up the tree in the corner of the wall and then sat down on the wall.
He flipped it over quickly.
Learning another skill is useful, such as circumventing internet censorship.
She landed silently, without disturbing the guards at all.
A few years ago, Zhao Xiheng disliked Wei Li and didn't want to live near him. In recent years, their relationship has improved, and with Zhao Xinglie's intention to strengthen their sibling bond, Wei Li's residence was moved to the palace next to Zhao Xiheng's.
Once she climbed over the wall, she was in Wei Li's territory.
Zhao Xiheng glanced at her feet, then at the wall.
Oops, I accidentally knocked my shoe off.
Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. How could she possibly go back to retrieve it?
They could only grimace and sneer as they slipped inside, not daring to make a sound.
Wei Li jumped into the lake during the day. By the time of the Double Ninth Festival, the lake water was already chilly. He did not change his clothes in time, nor did he drink any ginger soup. He developed a fever in the evening. It was the servant who was in charge of writing and ink who discovered this and called the imperial physician to prescribe medicine.
He didn't sleep well; he curled up, insisting on sleeping with his body pressed against the mattress of the big bed.
Zhao Xiheng looked at her feet, casually pulled at his bed curtains to wipe away the sand, then rolled onto the bed and rolled to his side.
Even though he was asleep, Wei Li was still quite perceptive. He reached out and touched something cold and soft, and it wasn't small.
“It’s me!” Zhao Xiheng whispered.
She clung tightly to his arm, afraid he would throw her off.
Wei Li was startled awake and stumbled backward, slamming his head against the bed.
Zhao Xiheng's eyes are so bright! The candlelight outside is dim, and her eyes seem to hold a cluster of starlight.
But why is Zhao Xiheng here?!
In the dead of night, a man and a woman alone, pulling and tugging at each other—what are they doing?!
Wei Li felt that he was being incredibly ignorant and even somewhat out of line.
He forced a calm demeanor, trying to appear composed, even with a hint of sarcasm, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you hated me the most, that you'd never like me in your life? Then why are you in my bed in the middle of the night?"
However, the hoarse voice caused by a cold and fever significantly reduced its pitiful quality, making people only feel sorry for the person.
Look at these outrageous words!
Even Zhao Xiheng, with her thick skin, couldn't help but blush.
"Are you sick?" She leaned over and touched Wei Li's head.
It's hot.
"Did you take your medicine? Did the imperial physician come to see you? What did he say?"
"It's none of your business," Wei Li said, backing away but not actually touching her, demonstrating what it meant to play hard to get. "Stay away from me!"
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