Chapter 62 The Evil Wife's... First Love, White Moonlight?
Emperor Qian Yuan was tall and strong, with powerful arms. Sometimes, when Wen Miao was held in his arms, she couldn't help but wonder if she had really turned into a weightless feather.
The area above her knees was still being held between the thumb and forefinger of the emperor. It didn't hurt, but it felt a little tight. Through the thin, soft silk fabric of her dress, waves of heat from his body surged through her, as if it could burn all the way down her skin to the depths of her slightly disordered heartbeat.
It was a kind of attraction that originated from physiological attraction, forcibly cultivated by Emperor Qian Yuan through his control and manipulation.
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Wen Miao's calves trembled slightly with spasms, and she could only support herself on the other person's shoulders with her hands, trying to push the head buried in her arms away.
...This position feels a bit awkward.
She exhaled softly, her voice gentle and calm, seemingly the complete opposite of Emperor Qian Yuan's current demeanor, "Ji Huan, did I ever say I didn't want you?"
Upon hearing this, a chilling silence instantly descended upon the Taiji Palace.
Emperor Qianyuan seemed unable to process what he had just heard. He held the person in his arms tightly, his eyes red as he looked up at Wen Miao, his lips trembling slightly.
Wen Miao patted his shoulder.
"Put me down."
The emperor snapped out of his daze and said in a hoarse voice, "...No."
Once you let go, you can't get it back.
Wen Miao's brow twitched. She reached out and gently tugged at Emperor Qian Yuan's ear. "Listen to me, I told you, we need to have a serious talk."
"..."
Emperor Qianyuan looked up, his gaze fixed intently on Wen Miao, but he still obediently followed Wen Miao's command, carrying her to sit on the couch, though his arms never let go for a moment—he simply moved them from Wen Miao's legs to her lower back.
They hugged each other very tightly.
Wen Miao: "..."
She relaxed her body and leaned against Emperor Qian Yuan's chest—at least before she came to this era, Wen Miao had never imagined that she would one day be so intimate with a man.
“There are many problems between us. Now that you've calmed down, let's talk about them one by one?”
Emperor Qian Yuan responded softly, "...Alright."
Wen Miao narrowed her eyes, almost completely curled up in the emperor's arms. She pondered for a moment and asked her first question: "From the moment I met you in the outskirts of the capital, have you known all my movements?"
Before her memories returned, Wen Miao had a vague intuition, but she never thought about it deeply. Therefore, she did not pay much attention to the various chance encounters before entering the palace. As for her experiences after entering the palace, such as preparing cooling medicine, having a chance encounter with Prince Yu Ji Sheng, and accidentally entering the Cold Palace, Emperor Qian Yuan always arrived at the perfect time.
Now that I think about it, there's nothing I can't understand. Although I got the answer from Shi Cui and Wan Bi before, Wen Miao still wants to hear Emperor Qian Yuan say it himself.
Emperor Qianyuan: "...Yes."
"Why?"
Why? Sometimes Emperor Qian Yuan wondered to himself.
It's probably because of anxiety.
Moreover, Emperor Qian Yuan knew very well that the man in the other world who held Wen Miao's hand, received witness and blessing together, and was able to truly become Wen Miao's husband, was not him.
Everything he has now was stolen.
Emperor Qianyuan: "I do not want to risk losing you in any way."
Not even a little bit.
Wen Miao gave a soft "hmm" and went straight to the point: "Ji Huan, you know where I come from, right?"
Emperor Qian Yuan's pupils contracted, and his arms tightened instinctively, but Wen Miao patted him and said with a hint of annoyance, "Relax a little, you're holding me too tightly."
Wen Miao continued, "Answer my question."
Emperor Qianyuan's breathing gradually became heavy and rapid, as if he were trapped in some kind of scorching, muddy depths from which he could not escape.
"I will not..."
He wanted to conceal this secret, because as long as it remained hidden, he could continue to despicably and comfortably possess the high and mighty goddess.
But Wen Miao's voice made Emperor Qian Yuan suppress that inferiority.
"Ji Huan, you've already lied to me once."
"Are you trying to lie to me a second time?"
"Or are you betting that I'll give you a second chance?"
In the dead of winter, a biting wind howled outside Taiji Palace, sweeping across the brick-red palace walls. Occasionally, distinct snowflakes would swirl around, stinging and tightening even when they landed on one's face.
Inside the hall, Wen Miao simply raised her hand and gently stroked Emperor Qian Yuan's arm. She showed him a great deal of patience and a calm and composed demeanor. As a result, the previously agitated emperor seemed to have found a anchor point to stabilize himself in the empress. After a short period of agitation, he suppressed his emotions again.
Those dark, hidden possessiveness and aggression were forcibly concealed by Emperor Qian Yuan. He did not want Wen Miao to see his most despicable side, and it took almost all his strength and mental energy to speak rationally:
"I know."
On the bed, in this small world that belonged only to them, Emperor Qian Yuan shed his disguise and revealed the secret that he had kept hidden in his heart for more than ten years.
During this time, Wen Miao listened quietly.
This past story sounds unbelievable at first glance, and Wen Miao probably wouldn't have been able to believe it in the past either. But now that time travel has actually happened to her, Wen Miao has to admit that there are many strange and inexplicable things in this world.
As Emperor Qian Yuan recounted his story in a dry and difficult manner, Wen Miao thought of many things.
She thought of Emperor Qian Yuan's excessive and morbid possessiveness and controlling desire towards her, the almost terrifying obsession and persistence hidden beneath his calm exterior, and the emperor's excessive and detailed understanding of her... Now, all the answers seemed to have come to light.
In some ways, they grew up together.
Wen Miao had no idea that there was someone else watching her intently.
The dream that lasted for more than ten years and the goddess in the dream became the obsession that haunted Emperor Qian Yuan for his entire life. This love, fermented by time and separated by space, had long been mixed with too many complicated emotions, so much so that when Wen Miao heard everything, all that was left in her heart was stunned and confused.
She slowly processed everything, and the Taiji Palace was completely quiet.
The two were shrouded in a small canopy. Wen Miao was still leaning against the emperor's chest, while Emperor Qian Yuan behind her lowered his head, burying his nose deeply in the crook of Wen Miao's neck, as if drawing strength from the strength that would make him confess everything.
But he overreacts to the slightest disturbance.
Wen Miao was leaning against something and couldn't get any strength out of her, so she tried to sit up a little. But as soon as she moved her arm, Emperor Qian Yuan mistook this slight movement for a struggle and an attempt to escape.
The chest pressed against Wen Miao's back heaved violently, and his breathing suddenly became heavy, like a wild beast losing control and pressing its prey firmly under its claws.
The next second, the empress, who was originally leaning against Emperor Qianyuan's arms, was restrained by the force behind her waist and abdomen, and was turned around and completely pressed down on the bed.
The warm-toned silk skirt was embroidered with delicate phoenix patterns, which shimmered in clusters through the dim light filtering through the bed curtains. The fabric rose and fell, all in the blink of an eye.
When Wen Miao came to her senses, she saw herself lying on her back in the shadows, with Emperor Qian Yuan above her, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with a deep chill and gloom.
The emperor's high, straight nose pressed against Wen Miao's throat, bringing a bone-chilling aggression. He rubbed and sniffed repeatedly, like an untamed wild beast, filled with scalding, burning heat.
—It's as if the prey makes the slightest movement, and it will tear it apart completely and swallow it whole.
In the dense shadows, Emperor Qian Yuan, his eyes dark and unfathomable, seemed like the most venomous and obsessive vengeful husband in the world, and asked in a low voice:
"...Does the Empress wish to leave me?"
"Do you find me disgusting?"
He gently stroked Wen Miao's long hair, which was spread out on the couch, with light, tender strokes, as if he wished his fingers could grow completely intertwined with Wen Miao's hair.
"I...I didn't want this to happen either..."
Emperor Qianyuan muttered to himself in a somewhat confused manner.
During the time when the goddess first disappeared from his dream, Emperor Qian Yuan actually considered giving up—
He will no longer yearn for the goddess in his dreams who has angered him and refuses to see him again. He will live a peaceful life as the emperor of the Great Chu, but there will be no one in his harem. Ten or twenty years later, before he dies, he will ask the historian to write another chapter of his history.
He wrote about his harmonious marriage with the fictional "Empress," detailing their lifelong, devoted love, their shared life and death... If any historian refused, he would kill them all until they all agreed.
Even if the goddess is disgusted with him, he will make sure that future generations know that Emperor Qian Yuan of the Great Chu, Ji Huan, loved only his one and only empress, Wen Miao, in his entire life.
This was the second half of Emperor Qianyuan's life that he had written for himself, but he never imagined that not long after, when he had another dream, he would dream of the goddess's wedding.
"...Miaomiao must really like that man, right?"
"Otherwise, why would I have married him?"
"I remember Miaomiao's former husband was named Cui Xu, right? But why was it him, and not me?"
"It was clearly me who watched Miaomiao grow up..."
"I know what you like to eat, I know your favorite color, I know that when you're in a bad mood you'll space out or sleep, and when you're in a good mood you like to take a walk, I know you like cats and dogs... I also remember your birth date, and I remember the age and date of your first period..."
But what's the use?
He remembered all of this, but he never actually appeared by Wen Miao's side. As a result, he could only see the man named "Cui Xu" in his dreams, with that face that he wanted to tear to pieces, smiling as he walked towards Wen Miao and embraced her.
As long as it was in that dream, he would always be unattainable to Wen Miao.
Emperor Qianyuan's voice began to tremble. He didn't even have the strength to continue speaking. He was just panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were filled with terrifying red blood vessels.
—Like a string stretched to the point of breaking.
As Wen Miao lay on her back below, her fingertips trembled, and she suddenly sighed.
The sound was very faint; the light blade fell like a feather, almost imperceptible.
But Emperor Qian Yuan still managed to capture it.
Accompanying Wen Miao's sigh was his heart, which had almost forgotten to beat.
So, is he still disliked?
Is it possible that the Empress will push him away and tell him to get out?
Miaomiao is probably going to regret marrying him...
Does she want to go back to her own world?
What a pity, it seems... we can't go back now, right?
Emperor Qian Yuan's fingertips trembled with spasms, and at the same time, he was restless. The thin silver chain that had been made last winter was still hidden in his sleeve. As long as he took it out now and fixed it to Wen Miao's wrist and ankle, then Wen Miao would not be able to escape.
She will always be his queen, his wife.
—Until they slept deep within the same tomb.
Even centuries later, people will still remember her as his wife.
A gloomy and sticky mood assaulted Emperor Qianyuan's mind in waves. His gaze was extremely deep, like a bottomless pool. At the same time, he slowly raised the hand he had been supporting himself with, and cautiously reached into his sleeve...
He needs to be careful.
Slow down.
We mustn't frighten the Empress.
Do it very gently, very slowly, even very carefully...
Rustling.
The thin iron chain hidden beneath the sleeve made a very slight rattling sound, like a venomous snake, ready to pounce.
Just as that cold, silvery piece was about to fall onto the bright yellow bedding and transform into a venomous snake, coiling around the goddess who had fallen to the mortal realm, a warm, fragrant arm suddenly rose up and embraced Emperor Qian Yuan's head from below.
He then pulled the cold-faced emperor closer into his arms.
Splash!
The thin chain was suddenly gripped tightly in Emperor Qian Yuan's palm, pressing deep marks into his skin, directly exacerbating the injury and making the bruises from the wooden table carvings even more grotesque, as if blood was about to drip through the skin.
The pain was obvious, but Emperor Qian Yuan had no time to pay attention to it at the moment.
His entire being was drawn to the softness pressed against his face.
Emperor Qianyuan's superior bone structure and straight nose, as prominent as a mountain peak, were now almost completely buried in the depths of that extremely warm and bright moon-shaped ditch. Even through the thin silk fabric, one could smell the intoxicating fragrance with just a slight breath.
It smells so good...
The fragrance made him so confused that he couldn't remember anything for a moment, not even the purpose of the thin chain wrapped around his fingertips.
Like a spineless dog, it forgets its fierce and ruthless nature as soon as its owner beckons with a flick of his finger.
Wen Miao had no idea that Emperor Qian Yuan's mind was completely fuzzy from her embrace. At this moment, she simply stretched out her fingers, groping to untie the ribbons binding the emperor's hair, as if petting a kitten or puppy, her voice filled with helplessness—
"Ji Huan, from beginning to end, did I ever say I didn't want you?"
All of Emperor Qian Yuan's anxiety and unease stemmed from his own imagination.
In his subconscious, he would instinctively magnify all his flaws, and because of his intense inferiority complex and overly gloomy feelings, he would place himself in a position where he could be abandoned by Wen Miao at any time.
Emperor Qian Yuan never thought that Wen Miao would choose him voluntarily.
He buried his face in Wen Miao's arms in a daze, his stiff shoulders relaxing inch by inch, yet he was still somewhat incredulous.
The Empress...won't abandon him?
Wen Miao gently stroked Emperor Qian Yuan's long hair with her fingertips, and softly asked, "Do you think I am a goddess?"
Emperor Qianyuan responded with a muffled sound.
It's not that I think it's like this; it's just how it is.
Wen Miao's eyes curved into a smile, her curled eyelashes trembling, forming a crescent-shaped shadow under her eyes.
She wasn't some kind of goddess; she was just one of the many ordinary people of that era.
In that dream belonging to Emperor Qian Yuan, the other party seemed to have only glimpsed her perfect side, and thus endlessly praised and exaggerated her in his heart, which formed the so-called image of the "goddess".
After thinking for a moment, Wen Miao slowly told Emperor Qian Yuan that he had not seen the other side in the dream.
Wen Miao's voice was gentle, like a babbling brook. The life she once longed to escape was now just an ordinary memory.
She talked about how she grew up with her grandparents, how she had lived in the south for many years without ever seeing her parents, how she later returned to her parents' side but was not happy, and the person she met during her school years... Cui Xu.
Wen Miao carefully chose her words and said softly, "Cui Xu... was my former, well... I would say my fiancé."
As he said this, Emperor Qianyuan tightened his grip on her waist inch by inch.
Wen Miao's brows twitched slightly. She loosened her grip on his arm and looked down. She saw that the emperor, whose expression had softened, now had a deep, gloomy, and ruthless look in his eyes, as if he were about to grab a long sword and fight someone to the death.
It looks fierce and scary.
Wen Miao smiled and raised her hand to touch the emperor's furrowed brow.
"Don't frown too much, it will make you look older."
Emperor Qianyuan's cheeks twitched slightly, his tongue pressed tightly against the root of his teeth, unable to relax his brows.
At this moment, he felt that if he relaxed even slightly, he would reveal his crazy, jealous, and envious appearance... He couldn't stand that Wen Miao's name was associated with anyone other than himself.
Even relatives are not allowed.
While tapping Emperor Qian Yuan's brow, Wen Miao reminisced about the past, basically saying whatever came to mind.
She didn't feel there was anything to hide about these experiences. She and Emperor Qian Yuan were both adults, and there was no need to create conflict because of some "unspoken" reasons.
Wen Miao and Cui Xu met in college. Cui Xu came from an outstanding family and was a scholarly family. They were in the same circle, and it was natural for them to get together because of their studies and activities on and off campus.
Cui Xu had gentle and handsome features, completely different from Emperor Qian Yuan – Emperor Qian Yuan had deep-set eyes and a tall stature, and every inch of his body exuded a strong and aggressive aggression, as if he would never give you a chance to turn around and escape.
As for Cui Xu, he was gentle and refined, with outstanding looks but no aggression. He was a typical gentleman. His relationship with Wen Miao was like a gentle spring breeze, and everything progressed naturally.
Even before Wen Miao came to this era, she never imagined that she would be with a man like Emperor Qian Yuan.
...It's too dangerous and too intense.
Every time she was kissed, hugged, or even had physical intercourse, Wen Miao felt a heart-pounding fear that the other person might kill her on the bed.
Cui Xu was gentle enough and knew when to advance and retreat, making him a good choice for Wen Miao, who was under the control of her parents at that time.
Most importantly, Wen Miao knew that Cui Xu liked her very much.
However, this affection could not completely resolve the problems between them. After graduating from university, Cui Xu had to go abroad for further studies due to academic and family business issues, while Wen Miao was forced to stay in China by her parents and continue to serve as the face of the Wen family as "someone else's child".
—A facade used for arranged marriages.
At that time, the Wen family's business had already entered a period of decline. Wen Miao was still connected to the Wen family even though they were not related by blood. She could not escape this crisis and could only become a victim of a transactional marriage.
That's how the wedding took place, but the person she married was never Choi Wook.
Wen Miao did not like her arranged marriage partner.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Qianyuan was stunned for a long time.
He first managed a somewhat excited smile, but then something occurred to him, and the curve of his lips flattened out inch by inch, becoming taut and twisted, looking strange.
His wife disliked the marriage partner at that time, but that doesn't mean his wife... disliked Choi Wook.
Even now, separated by two different worlds, wouldn't Cui Xu become someone his wife can neither have nor forget?
...and became even more jealous.
Wen Miao couldn't say she understood Emperor Qian Yuan perfectly, but seeing his suddenly darkened eyes, she could guess a thing or two.
As for whether she likes Choi Wook or not... she probably does like him to some extent.
That was, after all, her first love during her university years, a time when she temporarily escaped her parents. For Wen Miao, that memory was warm. Although it ended abruptly and seemed full of regret, it is undeniable that she also learned a lot from Cui Xu.
Wen Miao felt that everything was just right.
It's good that I'm separating from Choi Wook.
It's just right that I suddenly found myself in this era on my wedding day.
As for what happened later... it was just right that she became husband and wife with Emperor Qianyuan.
Thinking this, Wen Miao raised her hand to hold Emperor Qian Yuan's nape, her ears slightly red, and softly stated a fact that had already occurred—
"Ji Huan... the one who will become my husband is you."
The bed curtains were filled with a warm, fragrant aroma, which seemed even more comforting against the backdrop of the cold frost and snow outside the Taiji Palace. Emperor Qian Yuan lowered his head and stared intently at Wen Miao, whose arms were wrapped around the back of his neck. His gaze was deep and dark as he carefully considered and savored the words she had just spoken.
Miaomiao said that the person who would become her husband... was him.
Husband.
Husband, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband.
He likes this word.
A low, short, muffled laugh emanated from deep within Emperor Qian Yuan's throat. The various dark and chaotic thoughts in his mind seemed to be illuminated by this gentle moonlight, temporarily subsiding, yet not completely disappearing.
He suddenly longed to kiss the Empress.
His wife did not abandon him.
His wife chose him.
A surge of emotions trembled deep within Emperor Qianyuan's nerves. He suddenly lowered his head, wanting to kiss the Empress's soft, warm lips.
Before they could even kiss, a handful of fingertips, like plum blossoms falling on snow, touched his lips and gently pushed them back.
The next second, Emperor Qian Yuan saw Wen Miao slightly purse her lips, raise her other hand, and calmly ask, "Ji Huan, what is this?"
……What?
Emperor Qianyuan turned his head slowly and saw that the silver chain that had been hidden in his sleeve was now piled up in a ball, with one section being gently picked up by the Empress's fair fingertips, swaying in the dim light of the bed curtains.
His previous dark thoughts, his wicked desire to confine his wife to the bed forever—
We've been discovered.
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Author's Note: Miaomiao: I didn't like my previous arranged marriage partner.
Your Majesty's comprehension: So Miaomiao likes Cui Xu!!!!!!!!! (Breakdown) [Sunglasses]
Miaomiao: (Takes out a thin chain) What is this?
Your Majesty: (Pupils widen in shock) (Mind goes blank) We're doomed! We've been discovered!
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