Chapter 211: Actually, I really care! Come in with me?
He Zhaojun pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, I told you when I granted you the marriage that I didn't mind your Highness taking another concubine, and I still feel the same way now."
Jin Yuji is a variable that never appears in the original novel. She was born because of him, and she is destined to be the one to resolve it. He Zhaojun will definitely not give Wen Zi away to others. Rather than avoiding this time and not knowing when she will strike again, it is better to wait and see.
"Son! You..." He Yong was so frightened that his beard stood up and his eyes were as big as copper bells.
Wen Ziduan was in disbelief at first, but after he came to his senses, he was so angry that he trembled all over and crushed the wine cup. The fragments pierced his palm and made it bleed, but he was completely unaware.
Jin Yuji couldn't help but frown and looked at He Zhaojun in surprise.
Concubine Yue shook her head repeatedly. She looked at Wen Ziduan with a complicated expression, not knowing whether she felt sorry for her son or daughter-in-law.
He Zhaojun tugged at her father's hand, silently grasping his rough palm twice. He Yong's facial muscles twitched, and his eyebrows twisted for a long moment before he finally stopped protesting.
"...Okay." Wen Ziduan gritted his teeth, revealing a word of "OK". He slowly stood up, walked to the center of the hall, bowed, and asked Emperor Wen.
"Father, Your Majesty, and Mother, may I ask if Zhaojun and I are officially engaged?"
"nature."
"Well, I'll beg Father for a favor!"
"you say."
"No matter what happens, I want He Zhaojun. No matter where she is, dead or alive, she will always be my prince consort!"
Emperor Wen nodded and said, "Yes, I will allow you to do this today."
Hearing this, Wen Ziduan raised the corner of his lips and smiled: "I still have something to say to Zhaojun there, so I'll take my leave first." As he said this, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he reached out and picked up He Zhaojun, and strode out of the hall.
He Zhaojun screamed in surprise, and the next moment she was already in mid-air, headfirst on Wen Zidan's shoulders, her stomach aching. "Put me down! I can walk on my own!"
Wen Ziduan turned a deaf ear to him. Deep in the palace, he carried He Zhaojun into the side hall of Yongle Palace as if no one was around, and threw her onto the bed. He Zhaojun was dizzy from the fall, and sank into the cushions behind her, unable to get up for a long time.
"There are many eyes and ears here. I will explain to you later... Stop! Why are you taking off your clothes?!" He Zhaojun looked at Wen Ziduan in horror. He had already taken off his cloak and began to untie his outer belt.
Wen Ziduan looked at her, still without saying a word, but raised the corners of his lips, with a forced smile, his phoenix eyes full of anger and sarcasm.
He snorted coldly, tore off his outer robe, and the next moment he pressed on the bed, put his arms around He Zhaojun from behind, and reached out to explore her collar. He Zhaojun was frightened and struggled continuously.
"Wen Ziduan! Calm down!" He Zhaojun shook off his shackles and crawled towards the bed in a panic, but Wen Ziduan grabbed her ankle and dragged her back to his side.
The next moment, He Zhaojun felt a weight on her body. Her wrists were twisted behind her back by Wen Ziduan, making her unable to move. Her struggling legs were also pinned down by his bent knees. She was like a live fish on a chopping board, flapping her arms and legs but unable to turn over.
"... Let's talk it out nicely! I was wrong, I was really wrong!" He Zhaojun thought that she had never slacked off in her martial arts and sword practice these days, and her strength should have improved, and she should not be completely powerless to fight back.
But she only now understood how cautious Wen Ziduan had been with her before, even fearing that he would use the wrong strength and cause her a bruise. As a result, she misjudged the gap between them, leading to the current situation.
"Hmm..." He Zhaojun felt a warmth behind her ear, and Wen Ziduan's breath fell on her neck. She felt as if all the strength in her body was drained, and she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying out loud.
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