Chapter 99: Escape He once gave her happiness, but in the end he was just a passing guest in her life...
He said, "My wife is so beautiful." Then he raised his hand and stroked her cheek.
His fingers slid across the delicate skin of her face, then to her ears and neck. He even saw a small cinnabar mole behind her ear.
The mole was not only small but also round, like the trace left by a dragonfly skimming the water.
He bent down and wanted to kiss her.
But she gently pushed him away, his breath lingering on her fingertips, warm.
She said, "It's time for my husband to undress."
He chuckled and tried to hold her hand.
She also smiled charmingly and quickly withdrew her hand.
His voice seemed to be soaked with water. "Madam, why are you so anxious?"
She looked shy and said, "I am not in a hurry."
He leaned close to her ear, his voice growing hoarse and softer: "I admit, my wife is so beautiful, how can I not be anxious?"
After he said that, he let go of her and took off his clothes skillfully and quickly.
Under the dim candlelight, the young man has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a strong body, and distinct muscles. Each muscle contains a kind of silent power.
He reached out and picked her up, bent down and put her into the bathtub, then got into the bathtub himself.
Hot water overflowed and soaked the bathroom floor.
The bathtub was a bit narrow and couldn't accommodate two people, so he simply let her sit on him.
Su He seemed particularly unrestrained that night, even a little indulgent.
She put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him intensively.
He returned the kiss passionately.
In the small bathroom, sweat and hot water mixed together, breath and water vapor intertwined, and the two finally merged perfectly in the bathtub.
At the critical moment, he wanted to switch places: "My wife... we have to get out of here. I can't let you drink the medicine anymore."
But she held him stubbornly, allowing him to reach the peak in the way he needed most.
Afterwards, the two of them were still hugging each other.
He was a little worried: "Is my wife going to get pregnant just now?"
She comforted him: "It won't be such a coincidence."
I didn’t drink the contraceptive soup several times before, but I didn’t get pregnant!
He finally felt relieved and kissed her forehead: "My lady seems different today than usual."
She asked, “How is it different?”
He replied, "My lady seems to be truly herself today."
She didn't dare meet his gaze and simply buried herself in his arms: "My husband, you are too kind. This poor concubine is just... doing this for the first time, and I just feel it's new."
His eyes lit up with excitement: "If my lady likes it, we can do it this way next time, okay?"
It’s “next time” again!
But there will be no "next time" between her and him.
The scene of him and Li Shuli doing it in the bathtub suddenly appeared in her mind, and a feeling of unhappiness surged in her heart. She quickly suppressed the unhappiness and responded with "Okay".
Satisfied, he hugged her and kissed her lips again.
It was already late outside and the dew was heavy, but inside the house, the two were still in love. They were inseparable and lingered until four o'clock in the morning before they came out of the bathroom and rested on the bed.
The next day, Su He got up at dawn and prepared water and clothes for Xie Wuhen.
He was a little surprised: "My wife slept late last night, so she should sleep a little longer today."
He added, "These are just daily chores. I can do them myself. You don't have to get up early for them in the future."
Su He said gently, "Okay, I'll listen to you, my husband. Just this once today."
She tied his hair and changed his clothes, then walked him out of the yard.
He had clearly walked more than ten feet away, but she was still leaning against the gate and looking at him.
He looked back and asked doubtfully, "Madam, do you have anything else to say?"
She shook her head and smiled slightly. In the indigo morning light, the smile seemed particularly charming. "I am just standing here with nothing to do."
But he turned around and walked back, walked to her side, and left a sentence in her ear: "Your husband still wants to accompany me to take a bath tonight." After saying that, he smiled slightly, with a beautiful slant line at the corner of his mouth when he smiled, and said "Wait for me to come back" before turning and leaving.
In the cold autumn wind, he stood tall and majestic. Even when looking at him from behind, one could see his determination and fearlessness, as well as his coldness and pride.
This man once brought her happiness, but in the end he was just a passer-by in her life.
When the figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the smile on Su He's face gradually faded, and he turned around and went back to the house.
Chunlan had already been waiting inside the house: "Miss, have you really decided to leave today?"
Su He nodded: "That's right, we'll leave today. Go and tell Li Shuli to come into the mansion at noon."
Chunlan was a little sad: "Miss, do you have anything to take away? I'll pack it up."
Su He looked around the room and said, "My aunt has already arranged the dowry. There's nothing else to take with me."
Chunlan wanted to say something else, but didn't know what to say, so she simply turned around and went to Guiyun Inn outside the mansion to deliver the message to Li Shuli.
At noon, Li Shuli, led by Chunlan, entered Chunhua Courtyard through the side door of Xie Mansion.
A quarter of an hour later, Su He, dressed in a simple dress, left Xie's house along the same route.
Chunlan walked her to the carriage in the back alley and whispered, "Miss, please be careful."
Su He nodded: "Don't worry, I will pay attention."
At the end, he also warned: "If Li Shuli tries to trip you up, don't be afraid, remember to find your son-in-law or the old lady."
Chunlan also nodded: "I'm not afraid, I'm waiting for the lady to pick me up."
Su He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Chunlan deeply, turned around and got on the carriage.
With a crack of the whip, the carriage turned around and disappeared into the depths of the street.
Chunlan watched the carriage drive away, the dust it raised blinding her eyes.
She quickly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves and turned back to Xie's house.
At this time, Xie Wuhen had just stepped into the gate of Zhou Mansion.
Zhou Yuanze was killed, and the Zhou family was preparing for the funeral. Funeral sails were hung everywhere, and the scene was bleak.
Zhou Ping was so grief-stricken and angry that he fell ill and could not get up.
After all the painstaking planning, his son still died unexpectedly. How could he not be angry and sad? He even beat the servant named Wang'er to death with a stick at night. Who made him conceal the truth and delay the opportunity to save his son?
Fortunately, Zhou Yuanze has given birth to a legitimate son, Zhou Yuanzhang, otherwise the Zhou family would have been extinct.
Zhou Ping met Xie Wuhen and leaned against his sickbed, offering a polite greeting. "Thank you very much for your help last night, sir. However, my son is destined to die, and even the immortals are powerless to save him."
Xie Wuhen's expression was calm: "I came here today specifically to tell Master Zhou about what happened last night."
Zhou Ping burst into tears: "The people are dead, the murderer has escaped, what else can we say about this matter?"
He waved his hand wearily as he spoke, "Besides, I am old and cannot bear any serious injuries. I will come to you to discuss this in detail after I recover."
He knew too well what kind of person his son was and how many people wanted to kill him. If he really investigated the murder case in depth, who knows how many bad deeds his son would have done. The Zhou family's reputation would probably be damaged. It would be better to deal with it perfunctorily for now.
He wanted to be perfunctory, and Xie Wuhen naturally wanted it.
After all, he couldn't reveal that Zhou Yuanze died at the hands of the princess of the current dynasty.
The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and then Xie Wuhen said goodbye and left.
As soon as he walked out of the Zhou family's gate, Wu Sheng came up to him and said, "Boss, are we going back to the Dali Temple or the mansion now?"
Xie Wuhen glanced at the sky and said, "It's still early, let's go to Wuyou Teahouse."
Wu Sheng lowered his head and replied "yes", then prepared to drive.
After these days of recuperation, Zeng Yidao's injuries have improved greatly. His shoulder can move freely. Only his fingers are still not very flexible, but it does not affect his life.
He can sit at the tea table and make tea again.
When Xie Wuhen appeared in the tea room on the third floor, he had already warmed up the tea and said calmly, "It seems that Master Shaoqing has encountered another problem."
Xie Wuhen didn't respond immediately, but sat down directly opposite him, picked up the tea and took a sip: "The fact that I came to see Mr. Zeng is a reflection of his value. Otherwise, Mr. Zeng would still be imprisoned in the Dali Temple."
Zeng Yi replied, "Even if Your Excellency did not say so explicitly, I, Zeng, am aware of my own limitations."
Xie Wuhen then raised the cup and shook it, "Mr. Zeng's tea doesn't seem to be as good as before."
"I didn't expect that the Shaoqing is actually an expert in tea tasting."
"I'm not an expert, but I'm particularly interested in Mr. Zeng's tea art."
Zeng Yidao said modestly, "To be honest, even though I live at home now, I haven't been given freedom. My space is restricted, and my words and actions are hindered, so my tea art has declined."
Xie Wuhen looked at him coldly, his words veiled in ulterior motives: "Such a minor setback has caused your tea art to decline. It seems that Mr. Zeng doesn't value the tea ceremony itself."
"According to what Master Shaoqing said, what does Zeng value most?"
Xie Wuhen chuckled: "What Mr. Zeng values should be his junior sister and the child she gave birth to, right?"
Zeng Yidao also laughed: "Master Shaoqing, you are too kind."
Xie Wuhen took another sip of tea and said, "Mr. Zeng, you must have heard about Zhou Yuanze's death, right?"
Zeng Yidao replied indifferently, "It seems she succeeded."
"Is Mr. Zeng happy for her?"
"This is natural, shouldn't I be happy?"
Xie Wuhen leaned forward, approaching him, his eyes dark and fierce: "It seems that Mr. Zeng is always keeping an eye on the child's situation."
Zeng Yi replied, "Mr. Zeng and Mr. Xie, it's mutual."
"May I ask, Mr. Zeng, where is she now?"
"Master Shaoqing has indeed encountered a difficult problem."
"Stop talking nonsense."
"To be honest, Zeng didn't know."
Xie Wuhen finally sat up straight and stared at him suspiciously: "You don't know?"
Zeng Yidao asked in return, "Should Zeng know?"
"Has she contacted you?"
Zeng Yidao shook his head: "She has no friendship with Zeng, so naturally she won't contact him."
Xie Wuhen was silent for a moment, and said in a cold tone: "Mr. Zeng, you should know that if Mr. Zeng is no longer valuable, I will throw Mr. Zeng back into the Dali Temple prison."
Zeng Yidao stood up and bowed. "I am truly humbled, but I have tried my best. I hope Your Excellency will forgive me."
"It's good that Mr. Zeng knows to be afraid." Xie Wuhen's tone was full of threats. "I hope that next time, I can get something from Mr. Zeng." After saying that, he turned and walked out of the tea room.
Zeng Yidao looked at his back and breathed a sigh of relief.
Anzi entered the room and said, "Sir, this Shaoqing will not really take you back to prison, right?"
Zeng Yidao's expression slightly withered: "Don't worry, he will soon have no time to care about me."
An Zi was puzzled: "Why?"
Zeng Yidao smiled and said, "Because he will be worried about his wife."
After all, how could the lady stay by his side forever after her great revenge was achieved?
At this time, Xie Wuhen had already walked out of the teahouse.
Wu Sheng came forward and asked, "Boss, where are we going next?"
Xie Wuhen looked up at the sky and asked, "What time is it?"
Wu Sheng replied, "It's just noon."
Xie Wuhen speculated: "The princess killed Zhou Yuanze last night, so she must still be in the city today."
Wu Sheng looked troubled. "The capital is so big, and this matter shouldn't be made public. How are we going to find him?"
Xie Wuhen thought for a moment: "Since we can't find her, we can only lure her out."
Wu Sheng was puzzled: "How to lead it?"
Xie Wuhen ordered in a deep voice, "You take your men to guard the city gates first. I will then pretend to search the city for Zhou Yuanze's murderer. This way, she will definitely escape from the city. Then, we will wait for her to come."
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