The woman's appearance was suddenly reflected in the ginseng soup!
A hint of surprise flashed across Song Wenjing's eyes, and he quickly put the ginseng soup aside.
Unsettled mind.
Eunuch Su was stunned and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, is the ginseng soup not to your liking?"
Song Wenjing coughed lightly twice and said calmly, "I have no appetite. You all should leave first."
Eunuch Su looked at Song Wenjing suspiciously. His Majesty was clearly about to drink just now, so why did he suddenly lose his appetite?
As expected, your heart is unpredictable. Living with you is like living with a tiger!
"yes."
The palace servants guarding the imperial study responded, then lowered their heads and retreated.
Eunuch Su followed behind everyone, and after everyone had left the imperial study, he considerately closed the door for Song Wenjing.
Only when he was the only one left in the huge imperial study did Song Wenjing breathe a sigh of relief.
He rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the ginseng soup beside him again.
Jiang Jingyu's stunning little face was reflected in the ginseng soup again.
Song Wenjing's body trembled and he quickly fled from his seat.
He must be crazy!
Since that day, the woman's face always appeared in his mind unconsciously after he returned to the palace.
When eating, sleeping, attending court, reviewing memorials...
As long as his mind was free, the woman's face would appear in his mind unconsciously. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, it was useless!
Song Wenjing stood up and walked away from the desk, turned his face away and stopped looking into the bowl.
Thinking that there were still a few memorials that had not been reviewed, Song Wenjing moved his feet slightly and tentatively approached the desk.
He half-closed his eyes, controlling himself not to look at the bowl of ginseng soup on the desk. After taking the unreviewed memorial, he strode to the inner room.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Song Wenjing took the memorial to the inner room and continued to read it at the table.
But after reading only two lines, the words at the end did not enter his mind at all. Song Wenjing frowned, obviously no longer in the mood to review it.
His big palm tightened slightly, and his tightly pursed thin lips showed his master's displeasure at the moment.
He hated the feeling of being out of control of his emotions.
Song Wenjing no longer forced himself to review the memorial. He threw it on the table in annoyance, stood up and walked towards the bed.
He lay down on the bed with his clothes on without taking off his shoes.
Just as he closed his eyes, the woman's clear almond eyes appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Her every smile, every expression and movement were deeply engraved in his mind. Even now, he could still imagine the soft touch of her hugging his waist.
Song Wenjing frowned and tossed and turned.
The more he tried to forget, the clearer the face became in his mind.
After a pause, Song Wenjing suddenly opened his eyes.
He finally understood that what disturbed him was not the bowl of ginseng soup, but his mood.
It was his mood that controlled him to think about her and miss her constantly.
But her identity...
How could he, the king of a country, be obsessed with the wife of his subject?
If the people knew that he was obsessed with his minister's wife, they would probably call him a tyrant who took his minister's wife away, right?
Song Wenjing sat up and crossed his legs on the bed. Two villains, each holding their own opinion, suddenly appeared in front of him.
Little Devil: "Why do you care if she is your minister's wife? Just remember that you are the emperor and the whole country belongs to you. Since you miss her, go find her! Go and take her back and make her yours!"
Little Angel: "No! You are a wise ruler deeply loved by the people. How could you do such a ridiculous thing as taking your subject's wife?"
Little Devil: "So what if he's a wise ruler? Should he give up the person he loves just for that worthless reputation?"
Little Angel: "Putting aside the wise ruler, she has already married a minister. Do you want to use the imperial power to force her to leave the one she loves? She will hate you for the rest of her life!"
Little Devil: "They only met once, how can it be forced? How can you be sure that she is marrying the person she loves? If she meets the wrong person, then taking her to your side is not coercion but salvation!"
"Besides, he just met her a little later than me. If he had appeared in her world before me, who would she choose?"
"There's no such thing as first come first served in love. If you're moved, go for it. How can you know the outcome if you don't fight for it?"
"You are the emperor, not a coward! If you can't even take this step, what qualifications do you have to be the ruler of this country?"
Little Angel: "You, you are making excuses! You are clearly misleading him!"
Little Devil: "Go ahead, if you miss her, go see her. If you fall in love with her, snatch her away. The outcome is uncertain, anything is possible!"
The little angel's face flushed with anger, and he was about to speak out a retort when Song Wenjing waved his big palm and dispersed the two little men in front of him.
He got up from the bed and walked towards the door.
Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good, but this time, the evil thoughts deep in his bones finally triumphed over reason.
Song Wenjing left the palace without letting anyone follow him.
Ever since they met during the Lantern Festival, her face always appeared in his mind unconsciously.
After learning that she was the general's wife, he still couldn't control himself, and even sent secret guards to find out her location in the general's mansion.
With his superb lightness skills, Song Wenjing easily reached the eaves of the general's mansion without disturbing anyone.
[Host, Emperor Jing is here.]
As soon as Song Wenjing arrived at the general's mansion, Dongdong Yao gave a reminder.
Jiang Jingyu, who was fiddling with the spices, paused, then fiddled with the spices in front of her as if nothing had happened.
In addition to looking at account books and doing business, the original body's biggest interest was making perfumes.
Jiang Jingyu knew that Song Wenjing would come to find her after her appearance appeared in his mind 520 times, so she prepared these things in the general's mansion in advance.
Emperor Jing liked incense, so she personally mixed it for him to see.
Jiang Jingyu placed the spices on the table one by one in an orderly manner.
At this time, Qiu Shuang and Dong Xu walked in. Seeing Jiang Jingyu's actions, they asked in confusion, "Why did the young lady take these things out in the middle of the night?"
Jiang Jingyu remained calm and said, "I've had a lot of worries these past two days, so I'm mixing incense to calm my mind."
Qiu Shuang subconsciously thought that Jiang Jingyu was disappointed by Zhou Huaiqian and Zhang's attitude, and her face suddenly looked distressed.
"Miss, why are you doing this? It was the general who broke his promise first, so why are you still trying so hard to abide by the original agreement?"
"Yes, Miss, since he is so unkind, don't blame you for being unjust. You should have just sent a letter of withdrawal from the engagement to let the general know that it wasn't him who disliked you, but you who disliked him first!"
Qiu Shuang and Dong Xu stood up for Jiang Jingyu.
"Alright, I've already impulsively married into the General's Mansion. It's too late to say anything now. Now I just want to be the General's wife and take care of everything in the mansion for him."
"You guys go out first, I want to be alone."
Jiang Jingyu spoke in a neutral tone and immediately drove Qiu Shuang and Dong Xu out.
Song Wenjing on the roof heard every word of their conversation.
His eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of deep meaning appeared in his eyes.
On impulse...
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