Zhu Ziqing's anger subsided slightly.
Mu Siyu put down the ginseng soup, reached out and gently pressed the person down on the dragon throne, stood behind him, and gently massaged Zhu Ziqing's shoulders: "The whole country of Nanliang knows that Wei Linyuan has a mental illness that often leads him into hallucinations. Even the world's number one divine physician said that this is a mental knot that cannot be cured."
"Mu Sijin's death might worsen his illness. What if he suddenly dies one day? Wouldn't this empire still be yours?"
Zhu Ziqing took a few deep breaths, and her mood improved somewhat.
She reached out and patted Mu Siyu's hand on her shoulder, praising, "Yuyu, you're so thoughtful."
"Once I've secured my throne, I'll turn Northern Qi into a fiefdom of Southern Liang and make you the King of Northern Qi."
Mu Siyu's eyes were full of expectation, but she still pretended to be indifferent to vanity: "Your Majesty is the only one in my heart. If Your Majesty is well, then I will be well."
"Whatever Your Majesty bestows upon me, I will accept it gladly."
"That's why I love listening to you talk." Zhu Ziqing pulled Mu Siyu's hand, kissed it lightly, and her eyes brightened slightly: "You smell so good. I wonder if you smell just as good."
As she spoke, she pulled Mu Siyu into her arms and gently loosened his belt.
Mu Siyu's breath hitched. The place where Si Jin had injured him was throbbing with pain again, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He reached out and nudged Zhu Ziqing: "Your Majesty, my injuries have not yet healed."
But Zhu Ziqing seemed not to hear his reminder and continued domineeringly, "I will find you an imperial physician."
Mu Siyu was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was in so much pain that he wanted to curse!
Damn! Men are all the same, but he didn't dare to refuse.
Now that the Northern Qi dynasty has fallen, all he can rely on is Zhu Ziqing.
Without Zhu Ziqing's favor, he is nothing!
So be it! We're all slaves of a conquered nation; he hopes Mu Sijin suffers the same pain as him.
I hope Mu Sijin gets tortured to death by that crazy eunuch Wei Linyuan soon!
Only then will he feel at peace!
… …
After exiting the White Horse Gate, Wei Linyuan directly parked the carriage at Si Jin's residence.
This was something he specifically requested through an imperial decree issued by Zhu Ziqing.
Si Jin's residence was only one street away from his Wei residence.
He had someone secretly dig a tunnel so he could visit Jinjin anytime.
After the two got out of the carriage and dismissed the driver, Wei Linyuan picked up Si Jin and slowly walked into the mansion when no one was around.
Si Jin's hand was still bound by her belt, one end of which was in Wei Linyuan's hand. Unable to break free, she said, "What? Can't I hug in front of the coachman?"
“No,” Wei Linyuan said. “Right now, we need to save face for Jinjin and secretly dote on her behind her back.”
"When Jinjin really takes back Northern Qi in the future, I will marry into the family. At that time, I will hug you in front of the whole world."
"Because my little prince should be radiant and should not have any blemishes."
As Wei Linyuan spoke, he explained the structure of the mansion to him.
After turning him around about halfway, he gently placed him back on the bed in the bedroom, held him in his arms, and removed his outer garment: "I'll arrange for a few trustworthy people to come and serve you later, okay?"
It must be said that Si Jin alone could bring down a country.
But having Wei Linyuan is indeed a great help; it can save him a lot of trouble and even change his situation immediately.
"Thank you." Si Jin didn't stop him, letting him loosen his robes, and teased, "Is Your Highness so eager for pleasure?"
"I'm in a real hurry, I wish I could swallow you whole!"
Wei Linyuan took out a bottle of medicine he had brought with him the night before, his tone tinged with resentment and grievance: "But you need to recover first."
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