Chapter 107 "I am just not used to this kind of life. Your Majesty... Your Majesty treats me very well.
"I'm just not used to this kind of life, Your Majesty... Mother treats me very well. When I first entered the palace and was afraid of the dark, Mother stayed with me to sleep and took me to court. My schoolwork these days is also taken care of by Mother..." Afraid that Song Shiwei would worry, Wu An Ning chattered about her life after entering the palace.
As Song Shiwei listened, he became a little dazed.
In her eyes, Wu Qining was still a child. She never expected that she had grown up quietly in an invisible and intangible place.
It was like eating a mouthful of lime, with the sharp acid stinging my nose, running down the passage to the gaps between my teeth, and even causing a fine pain on the tip of my tongue. The words I wanted to say swelled in my throat, and eventually turned into a sigh, wrapped in sour bitterness, echoing empty in my chest.
Song Shiwei just rubbed her little head and said softly: "Since His Majesty treats you well, you must remember. An Ning, your surname is Wu, and you are her heir."
Song Shiwei knew her own personality. She was strong and protective. If she decided on a disciple, she would take care of him for the rest of his life.
Even though she has grown up and has become more mature, she can't help but interfere and have a hand in everything.
This was exactly why the child in her previous life wanted to kill her. Because she didn't know her limits in front of the emperor whose prestige was growing, and she became arrogant because she was the emperor's teacher.
She had always known this. She knew that the child had hit her because he could no longer bear it.
I just didn't expect that she was so disgusted.
Will she feel the same way in the future? Will she be tempted to kill her?
"I just have to live in the palace in the future and can't go to the Taifu Mansion all the time. But my mother said that when I grow up, she will give me a token to leave the palace, and I can go to the Taifu Mansion anytime I want."
Wu Anning smiled brightly at Song Shi.
"My child wants to grow up quickly."
"By the way, my mother has been asking me about my mother in a roundabout way these days. I'm so smart, how could I not see it?" Wu Anning raised his head proudly, then glanced at Song Shiwei and said mysteriously in a low voice.
"Mother, are you having a conflict with the Queen Mother? Otherwise, the Queen Mother would have no time to take care of the child these days and would have stayed with you long ago."
"Children should stay out of the adults' business." After being slapped hard, Wu Anning covered his head with his hands, feeling a little aggrieved.
"I will leave the palace today and will be leaving soon. Your Highness, please behave yourself in front of His Majesty and stop making a fuss. His Majesty is very busy."
"Ah~" She cried out with a sad face, and pulled Song Shiwei's sleeve and begged her to stay for a few more days.
"Yongning Palace is your majesty's bedroom. It is against etiquette and you cannot stay here for long."
Seeing that Song Shiwei was determined to leave, Wu Anning puffed his lips and nodded.
She had to make the Queen Mother and her mother reconcile quickly so that she could see her mother more often through the Queen Mother.
The sedan chair was lifted from the Yongning Palace and swayed as it moved out of the palace.
Song Shiwei lifted the curtain by the window and looked out. The Yongning Palace became increasingly blurry in her eyes, as if covered with a layer of mist.
From beginning to end, she didn't see the bright yellow figure.
She still didn't come.
She swung the curtain, which swayed and blocked the sunlight coming in from outside. Song Shiwei said nothing, but just leaned on the soft pillow and closed his eyes to rest.
Wu Qining stood with her hands behind her back on the high platform next to the Yongnian Palace, looking down as the sedan chair left her. The ends of her eyes were like sharp blades slanting into her temples, and her cold eyes carried a sense of oppression without anger.
As the emperor's majesty grew stronger before him, Xuan Jian could no longer guess what she was thinking.
The dragon robe fluttered in the breeze, and a few strands of hair brushed against the swaying crown tassels, but she could sense that His Majesty was probably not in a good mood.
After returning to Yongning Palace and sending everyone out, Wu Qining stared blankly at the palace where Song Shiwei's aura still lingered. His ears inexplicably turned red.
The smell of the master filled the whole house.
The scent of the medicine was almost imperceptible, floating quietly across the nose like a thin mist, just like the morning mist drifting from the distant mountains, carrying the unique quiet scent of grass and trees.
Wu Qining closed her eyes tiredly and curled up on the bed, as if she was wrapped in the arms of the master. She buried her face deeply in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
Within the layers of curtains, two figures overlapped, looming in the flickering candlelight.
Wu Qining took off Song Shiwei's court robe and threw it on the ground casually. She pinched Song Shiwei's neck and pressed her down on the couch.
Tear! The thin undershirt could not withstand her tearing and broke into pieces, revealing large areas of pale skin.
She bit her neck and pressed her waist down. The jagged edges of the crack trembled as the person under her shivered.
Wu Qining kissed all the way to the waist, and the thin and bony back was tied with a red rope.
The knot hung loosely around her waist, swaying gently as she struggled. Wu Qining's eyes followed her waist up and fixed on the junction between her and the quilt. The bellyband could no longer hold her as she struggled so hard, and it swayed vaguely, which was even more tempting.
The slender fingers were spinning on the loose knot. As if sensing her intention, Song Shiwei froze and dared not move. She just raised her face, her narrow eyes covered with a layer of mist. She looked at her sternly and said in a sharp voice:
"Your Majesty, I am your tutor!"
Wu Qining chuckled and pulled the rope under her fingertips hard. Song Shiwei trembled suddenly and buried his body in the quilt.
Sliding her slender fingers on her smooth back, she teased, "Master, if you move any more your bellyband will fall off. Why, are you so impatient to show it to me?"
"Either you stay here and I will let you go after I am satisfied. Or, this is the only covering you have. It is no longer necessary to have it."
The strong wind blew towards her face. Wu Qining turned her head and smiled as she took the blow. Then, he grabbed her neck and bit her chest.
"Taifu, don't even think about leaving Yongning Palace these days. Even if you try to crawl out, I will drag you back..."
With uncontrollable sobs, Wu Qining leaned over to her ear, bit her earlobe and slowly uttered two words:
"Fuck you."
Wu Qining shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes. The sky was slightly brighter, and the light gently shone into the Yongning Palace.
Wu Qining slowly stood up, and the couch was wet without her knowing when. She was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered what she was dreaming about before. She covered herself in the quilt with a red face and cursed a few times.
Her dreams were becoming more and more exaggerated these days.
How could she treat the Master like that? She loved the Master so much, he should be gentler to her. She would be gentle and slow, not like that...
Wu Qining blushed and couldn't help but recall that dream. It was so cruel and ruthless.
The trembling body, the lost eyes, the horrible red marks, the soaked bed, and the various obscene instruments placed beside the bed. She used them all on the master.
I'm afraid her body can't bear it.
Damn her.
Wu Qining slapped himself hard, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to court.
Song Shiwei was still wearing his crimson court robe, standing at the head of all officials.
Wu Qining fixed her eyes greedily on her. Only at this time, when no one dared to look directly into her royal face, could she look at the tutor like this.
After retiring from court, Song Shiwei gave up the government hall to the newly appointed prime minister Wu Qining on the grounds of illness.
The child has grown up, maybe she shouldn't interfere like that.
She didn't want their little trust to be shattered because of her.
"Your Majesty?" The new prime minister cautiously called out to Wu Qining, who was staring blankly at the memorial.
Wu Qining panicked when he learned that the Grand Tutor was ill, and he no longer had the energy to focus on the current state affairs.
Is the Master still not fully recovered? What is wrong with him? Do you need to summon a doctor?
A series of questions hit Wu Qining's mind, making her restless. She tried hard to suppress the worries in her heart, calmed down and dealt with the memorials in front of her as soon as possible.
Song Shiwei wrapped herself in a coat and sat quietly beside her desk, looking down at the tiger lantern she had carefully preserved.
The little tiger bared its teeth and roared at her, and she reached out and gently stroked its ears. The face of the boy appeared in her mind again, with bright eyes and the cinnabar mole at the end of his eye shining brightly, as if engraved in her heart.
At that time, she felt that the tiger was very similar to His Majesty. As expected, His Majesty was wise and brave, and had the appearance of a wise ruler, which lived up to her expectations.
Thinking of this, Song Shi slightly curved his eyes and smiled, but the smile was a little bitter.
How could such a king be framed by later generations because of her and that little bit of youthful affection? She didn't want the history books to record her with even a single stain.
Her monarch must be the sun made of molten gold in the sky, worthy of everyone's singing, worthy of all the praise and worship in the world.
Disliking sex is different from having a habit of polishing mirrors. The former is nothing more than praising the emperor for his love of government affairs and being a model of a wise ruler. As for the latter...
Song Shiwei's thin body was trembling, and she turned her red eyes away.
When she looked at it, she suddenly realized that her trace had appeared in her life for a long time.
The puppet emperor at that time often came to her house, put his head on the window, suddenly appeared, and called her "Taifu" brilliantly. Later, she was afraid that she would bump into him, so she spread a layer of soft cloth on the window.
She liked to stick by her side and watch her deal with memorials, so she placed a small table next to her desk so that she could support her head and look at her without hurting her spine.
She liked to sleep with her head resting on her knees, so she would take time to coax her to sleep first, and then get up to deal with memorials.
Thinking about it this way, it was all her fault. It was her overstepping of the line that caused His Majesty to have those inappropriate thoughts.
Wu Qining, dressed in plain clothes, cautiously came to the Prime Minister's residence and summoned Song Lin out.
She didn't dare to place a pawn in the Taifu's mansion, and was worried about the Taifu's health, so she had to do this. After careful inquiry, she knew that the Taifu was fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she pursed her lips and looked at the nearby Taifu Mansion with a troubled look.
She wanted to see the Master.
She would sneak in to take a look, just a peek. The Master would not notice.
There was a loud creaking sound, as if someone had fallen in her yard. Song Shi frowned slightly, stood up and opened the door.
A few tiles fell off the wall, and Wu Qining fell to the ground in a mess. He tried to get up with his hands, but ran into Song Shiwei's stern face.
Your Majesty doesn’t go through the main gate!
Wu Qining shuddered, and he fell down again with a thud, his face becoming even paler.
All the anger and considerations disappeared after meeting her uneasy look.
She was soft-hearted. If there was any mistake, it was hers first. Why should she argue with His Majesty?
Song Shiwei sighed, bent down and helped her up.
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