Chapter 118 Finale (Part 2)
Xiao Wanyi staggered and fell on the iron box with her injured hand.
Suddenly, there was a sound of machine rotating, and the patterns on the iron box began to rotate.
"No..." Xiao Wanyi immediately picked up the box, but the pattern continued to rotate, and suddenly with a "swoosh", the box opened on both sides.
Nangong Ling: "So it needs your Imperial Master's blood to be dripped on it before it can open?"
"Don't even think about getting it. This is the life's work of our master."
After Xiao Wanyi finished speaking, she took out the secret book inside, threw the iron box away, turned around and tried to escape.
But before she could run a few meters, several dark shadows swayed back and forth, and Xiao Wanyi immediately stood still, and then fell straight down.
An Yi walked up to her, took the secret book from her hand, and handed it respectfully to Jing Siye.
The ministers in the court saw that Xiao Wanyi had stopped moving. A few of them bravely moved over to see what was going on, but they were so frightened that they immediately jumped away, covering their chests - Xiao Wanyi's face had been cut beyond recognition by the sword.
At this point, some of the ministers were drooling, while others' legs were as weak as sieves and they could no longer stand.
Jing Siye's hand was bandaged and he was already sitting upright on the dragon throne. Zhu Wenqin leaned on his shoulder and saw that the ministers were standing in an orderly manner again. He thought that the ceremony was about to continue, so he straightened up immediately.
But Jing Siye used a little more force to let him continue to lean on him, and asked the ministers below in a deep voice:
"My dears, do you have anything else to say?"
The ministers below looked at each other and shook their heads vigorously. No one dared to say a word more. They all prayed that it would end quickly so that they could leave this suffocating place as soon as possible.
"Well, today's ceremony ends here. My dear ministers, please fulfill your duties in the future. I will reward you according to your merits. If you have any other intentions, you should think about it yourself!"
…
Jing Siye was also eager for the ceremony to be over quickly. The little guy was already unwell, and he had to go through so many thrilling things in the court. Jing Siye felt heartbroken.
From the court to the bedroom, he was reluctant to let Zhu Wenqin go even a step, and he carried him all the way back.
Zhu Wenqin arrived at the door of the bedroom, and Zhu's mother also arrived in time, but she was still held by Jing Siye. He said to Jing Siye embarrassedly:
"Your Majesty, put Qin'er down quickly. Mother is here."
Jing Siye pretended not to hear anything, carried him into the palace, put him on the couch, and said with a smirk, "Mother is not an outsider, and the one I'm holding is my own husband, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Why is it still “husband”? Upon hearing this, Zhu's mother broke out in a cold sweat and quickly bowed, saying:
"Your Majesty, is it because Qin'er is willful and unwilling to change his name? Please don't mind. I will try to persuade him."
Jing Siye: “…”
"Mother, don't call me 'you' from now on. Qin'er has stopped using it a long time ago. As for the name, I don't want to change it."
"Qin'er will always be my husband, so from now on, only Qin'er can divorce me, and only Qin'er can have three wives and four concubines."
After Jing Siye finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Wenqin with a playful look, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"I wonder if Qin'er will have three wives and four concubines in the future?"
When Zhu Wenqin heard what he said, he immediately sat up straight, cleared his throat and said:
"That depends on whether the emperor has the moral integrity of a man. If you displease me, I will have more than ten wives, not to mention three wives and four concubines."
"Oh? Qin'er is so powerful?"
Upon hearing this, Jing Siye held the back of his head and laid him down on the couch, then laid his whole body on top of him. However, as he was afraid of pressing on his stomach, he supported his side with one hand.
Mother Zhu: “…”
I'm still here.
She was so embarrassed that she wanted to pull Jing Siye up, but she didn't dare to do it, so she withdrew her hands in mid-air.
Well, let’s get out first. It’s really not a good place to stay here any longer.
The door creaked shut, and the two people on the couch noticed that their mother had left.
"It's all your fault." Zhu Wenqin hit Jing Siye's shoulder resentfully. "No matter the occasion."
Jing Siye kissed the hands that he had used to beat himself: "I can't help myself, Qin'er——"
Jing Siye's last call was low and hoarse, "It's been a long time since I last called..."
"Stop," Zhu Wenqin covered his mouth with her hand. Looking at his expression and the reaction below her, she knew what he was going to do.
"I'll be gentle."
"No, you take so long."
"Then Qin'er, try another method..."
…
It was not until after noon that Jing Siye ordered people to fetch water. The person who brought the water in immediately lowered his head and walked out.
Jing Siye wiped Zhu Wenqin's sore hands with warm water, and poured a few cups of water to rinse his red and swollen mouth.
After he finished all this, Zhu Wenqin used up the last bit of strength, picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at Jing Siye, shouting angrily:
"roll!"
"Don't even think about touching me again. Go sleep in the imperial study alone."
Jing Siye picked up the pillow on the ground. He blamed himself for going too far, but he couldn't help getting excited:
Qin'er dared to lose her temper with him, and the arrogant little guard from before was back again.
I took so many medicines but they were useless - it turned out I was not using the right methods.
Jing Siye was happy, but he still needed to coax her. He took the pillow and slowly moved to the bed.
"Qin'er,...it's my fault. I will only use your hand from now on..."
"Bang..." Another pillow flew over.
"Are you going to leave or not? If not, I will."
Jing Siye had no choice but to hold a pillow in one hand and leave the bedroom in a huff.
As soon as the door was opened, Zhu's mother, Nangong Ling and Qi Feng, who was holding soup, came in, talking and laughing.
Seeing Jing Siye's miserable appearance, Zhu's mother immediately stepped forward and asked:
"Your Majesty, ... this is ..."
Jing Siye: “…”
I didn't know how to explain it for a long time.
"Kicked out by the Queen?" Nangong Ling spoke so directly. "It must be you who was dishonest and angered him."
Nangong Ling's voice was so loud that the servants in Mingrui Palace could hear it. They were all dumbfounded. It was rumored that the Second Prince doted on his little guard in the past, and now that he was the emperor, he was still so indulgent to him. From now on, they had to be more dedicated and responsible to the Queen.
Jing Siye pretended to cough and said, "Yes, I was kicked out by Qin'er. What about you? There's no one to kick you out."
Nangong Ling: “…”
You are picking on my leader's sore spot again.
"Why are you showing off? I will definitely get your An Yi."
"Master Nangong, are you talking about me?" Nangong Ling turned around and saw An Yi standing behind her with a sword in hand.
Nangong Ling: "That... An Yi, I was wrong. I didn't eat it, I got it with my heart."
"No, it's not about getting her, it's about marrying her..."
…
An Yi raised his sword and chased Nangong Ling around the palace.
"An Yi...are you serious?"
…
——End of text——
The main text is over, but it seems like it is not over yet. The rest will be continued in the extra chapter.
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