Wei Li held her waist and nodded, "I know."
Zhao Xiheng stroked his smooth, cool hair again, almost addicted to it, "And what about your parents?"
She asked cautiously, also a little afraid of stirring up Wei Li's sad memories.
Zhao Xiheng suddenly realized that she seemed to know nothing about Wei Li's family background. The only thing she knew was that Wei Li had come to Pingzhou when he was young, was adopted by the Prince of Zhenbei, and then killed the Prince of Zhenbei's entire family last year, thus taking control of Pingzhou.
As for his original family, she knew nothing about them, and when she asked others, they knew nothing either.
Wei Li's hand was still around her waist, probably thinking. After a long while, he shook his head. "I don't know. I don't have parents." He paused suddenly and added, "I haven't had any since I was born."
His tone was calm as he stated a fact unrelated to himself, but because he was drunk, his voice trailed off slightly.
He was drunk, which made him especially endearing, especially now that his eyes were wet. He answered every question obediently and told Zhao Xiheng that he had no parents. Zhao Xiheng felt sorry for him and ruffled his hair, saying, "Don't feel bad, don't feel bad."
Wei Li, like her, had no parents. Zhao Xiheng suddenly felt a deep sense of empathy and felt guilty for touching on someone's painful past, so she quickly offered her comfort.
No wonder Wei Li didn't set up his parents' memorial tablets when he was worshipping heaven and earth; it turns out he didn't even know who his parents were, and he had no parents.
In that case, he can't be considered a son-in-law.
Zhao Xiheng sighed, feeling a little regretful.
Red candles burned outside the tent, their flames crackling and popping. Wei Li was disturbed by the noise, waking up and falling asleep repeatedly, his eyes blinking, his long, thick eyelashes curled.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the upturned corners of his eyes were rosy red, and his eyes were moist, giving off a sense of being nestled in the soft bedding, like a cute little beauty who would never fight back even if she was ravaged.
Zhao Xiheng's hand was held by him, making her uncomfortable lying flat, so she turned to her side and bumped into Wei Li like this. Suddenly she felt that she had underestimated Wei Li's beauty, or perhaps it was because he always had a serious face that diminished his beauty.
For a moment, she had the illusion that Wei Li was a canary she kept in a cage.
Pah! Who keeps this thing as a caged canary? They must be tired of living.
However, he does appear somewhat weak and vulnerable now, which might allow me to do whatever I want.
She touched Wei Li's neck; the skin was warm, and she could feel the blood pulsating within it.
Wei Li did not resist. She continued to reach down little by little and grabbed Wei Li's collar.
Zhao Xiheng blushed, suddenly feeling like a lecherous old man.
She coughed twice guiltily. She didn't mean anything by it; she just wanted to see the tattoos on Wei Li's body. Besides, he was her husband, so wasn't it normal for him to take off his clothes?
He took off his clothes quite a bit, and she never complained.
Zhao Xiheng grabbed Wei Li's collar and continued to pull his undergarments down to look at the tattoo on his neck.
Wei Li's eyes, which had been gradually closing, suddenly opened, and he covered his clothes, his whole body filled with resistance.
Zhao Xiheng's hand was pinned under his palm, and she couldn't pull it out. She felt a little embarrassed.
The scene looked like someone had been caught harassing a respectable woman.
Then forget about saving face. Anyway, Wei Li is drunk, easy to talk to and doesn't remember anything. If we don't investigate this matter now, when will we?
"I just want to see," Zhao Xiheng said, as she lunged at him and tried to pull at his clothes.
Wei Li was pinned down by her, stubbornly covering his clothes, refusing to yield even in the face of death. His thin, single eyelids were red and swollen as if he had been crying, like a chaste and virtuous woman being forced into prostitution, not revealing a single bit of his skin to Zhao Xiheng.
Zhao Xiheng felt ashamed of herself for not being as virtuous as Wei Li. She secretly lamented that she was not as chaste and resolute as Wei Li. When Wei Li wanted to be with her, she should have shown the same determination to never submit, instead of being bewitched by him and surrendering herself completely.
Wei Li became even stronger after getting drunk, and Zhao Xiheng didn't gain any advantage at all; instead, she was pinned down by him.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't watch anymore." Zhao Xiheng gasped for breath, raising her hands in surrender. "Please get off me, okay?"
"Not going to watch anymore?" Wei Li asked, drawing out the words.
"I'm not watching anymore."
He rolled over and curled up, covering himself tightly with the blankets.
Zhao Xiheng snatched a section of the blanket from under him, and the two lay side by side.
She was in agony, not knowing what was tattooed on Wei Li's body, which he still defended even when drunk.
But even the greatest curiosity couldn't overcome the exhaustion after a busy day, and she soon drifted off to sleep.
The August night was slightly cool. In her dream, she unconsciously snuggled closer to Wei Li, seeking warmth. Wei Li, on the other hand, instinctively embraced her, and the two of them huddled together for warmth.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly felt a chill and a stinging pain in her neck, and she woke up groggily.
The dragon and phoenix candles burning in the room had gone out at some point. The layers of bed curtains had long been drawn, blocking out all the moonlight coming in from the window. A heavy person was pressing down on her, biting her neck.
If it weren't for the warmth inside the bed curtains and the familiar scent of the person on my body, this scene would have been far too terrifying.
"Oh, you're awake?" Wei Li emptied his mouth, propped himself up, and pinched her chin.
His eyes gleamed like a wolf's in the darkness.
Zhao Xiheng had just woken up and was a little dazed, so she didn't react for a moment.
"You fell asleep like this on your wedding night? Hmm?" Wei Li asked, pinching her chin and pressing closer when she didn't speak. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling the skin on her neck, making her hair stand on end and sending a shiver down her spine.
Wei Li's hand landed on her sash, and with a light, casual tug, the sash was torn to shreds with a "rip".
He used his fingers to lift her thin undergarment, pulling it to the sides to reveal her fair, glowing collarbones and lower abdomen.
"No, no, it's late, calm down." The cold air brushed against her skin, and she leaned back on her elbows. Wei Li grabbed her thigh and dragged her back under him.
"Mmm." The area around her thighs was too private, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and gasp softly.
"Weren't you very forceful when you were trying to take off my clothes?" There was another sound of fabric rubbing together. He leaned down and pressed his hand on her shoulder. Their warm skin touched, and both of them shuddered.
He was just taking off his undergarments.
Wei Li skillfully circled behind her, unbuttoned her undergarment, and then threw it down, making the sensation even more pronounced.
His fingers traced her waistline, covering her soft flesh, and he whispered into her earlobe, "Hmm, do you think it's a little bigger than before? I think so? Tell me why?"
Zhao Xiheng was pinched so hard that tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit her fingers, unable to speak.
"Stop playing dead now, show some courage." The remaining alcohol was stimulating Wei Li's nerves, and whatever he thought came to mind came out without thinking.
"I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhao Xiheng quickly begged for forgiveness. Wei Li had said a lot of embarrassing things tonight, and she felt that things were a bit dangerous. Apologizing and ending it quickly was the best choice.
Wei Li didn't respond to her; instead, he explored downwards with his fingers.
Before long, one could hear her sobbing softly and the clear sound of water.
"Don't hold it in, are you comfortable?"
Both of them were panting heavily, especially Zhao Xiheng, who was crying and panting at the same time, unable to speak.
He changed something and bumped into her.
"I was wrong," she cried incessantly.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Everything is wrong. Waaah..." Wei Li really can't drink. Others will black out when they drink too much, but he not only doesn't black out, he also tends to harm others when he's sober.
"Mmm." Wei Li kissed her swollen eyelids. "How about something different? Didn't you like being on top just now?"
He wasn't asking; he was informing.
"I don't like it." She's too vengeful; she clearly didn't see anything.
"dislike?"
"I like it, I like it." Under duress, she nodded hastily.
The maids, who had been dozing off outside, were now fully awake. They blushed and looked at each other, covering their ears as if afraid of hearing something they shouldn't.
By midday, Wei Lijiu's lingering effects of the alcohol had completely worn off. Although his arrogance and debauchery, fueled by the alcohol, were shameful, they tasted incredibly good. He had tasted the sweetness and opened a new door for himself.
He looked at Zhao Xiheng's peaceful sleeping face curled up in the quilt, lowered his head and kissed her, feeling that this was very nice.
Her nose was red from crying, and her eyes and lips were swollen, which made her look rather cute. He lowered his head and kissed her again, then squeezed her fingers. He didn't mind if these days lasted a little longer.
After attending the wedding, Xie Qingyu was about to set off back to Yongzhou.
He had ulterior motives from the start, which is why he agreed to be Zhao Mingjin's envoy to Pingzhou. Xie Qingyu was not pedantic, and his loyalty to the emperor and his country was not like that of Emperor Zhao Mingjin. He would not willingly walk into a trap and return to Jinyang to report for punishment if he failed in his mission.
Zhao Mingjin is currently in dire straits himself and has no influence over Yongzhou. Even if he wanted to punish him, he couldn't.
Logically and emotionally, he should have said goodbye to Zhao Xiheng and her husband when he left, but when he arrived, he only saw Wei Li.
"A-Dan hasn't gotten up yet; she was tired last night. You can go now, but I'll pass on your farewell." Newlyweds, basking in the glow of spring.
The words “I was tired last night” carried a deeper meaning, and Xie Qingyu felt a rare sense of panic and sadness. “Then I won’t bother her any longer. Young Master Wei, please convey my regards to A-Dan.”
"No problem, no problem." Wei Li was overjoyed as his rival left dejectedly.
A guest arrived at the Xie residence in Yongzhou Mausoleum City.
He was a young man with a square face, wide ears, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He was dressed in a blue robe and looked very energetic.
The steward said to him, "I'm sorry, but our master said that the Xie family is not accepting guests for the time being."
The young man glared angrily. "I have long heard that the Xie family are among the most loyal and righteous officials under Emperor Huiwu. Now, with the country shattered, the people displaced, and Emperor Huiwu's daughter in the hands of bandits, we are living in an era of heroes. I feel fortunate to have been born at such a time. As loyal and righteous officials, does the Xie family not wish to uphold the rightful ruler?"
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