Chapter 93: The Long-Awaited Intimacy (Part 1)
"You will handle this personally," Ji Lingyue instructed. "No mistakes are allowed."
"yes!"
"..."
Ji Wanyuan has been quite relaxed these days. She has taken good care of herself during her postpartum period, and her body and blood have been replenished, so she is recovering well.
But Wen Qiyan started leaving early and returning late, and she asked him what he was doing.
He said he was handling matters entrusted to him by his father-in-law, but he didn't tell her the details. Ji Wanyuan could sometimes notice specks of blood on his clothes.
But when she asked again, he lowered his head and kissed her, almost suffocating her, until her lips went limp and she could no longer utter a word, only able to collapse in his arms and gasp for breath.
Today, Wen Qiyan was late and did not have dinner with her.
He had already sent someone to tell her not to wait for him, and to continue eating, drinking, and resting as usual.
After feeding the child, Ji Wanyuan lay down but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She listened to the crackling of the charcoal fire, lifted the curtain, and watched the smoke from the incense burner rise and linger in the room before finally disappearing.
Looking out the window again, it looked like it was going to snow. In the winter, ice would freeze under the eaves in the mornings and evenings, and the maids on night watch would be wrapped up like dumplings.
Her eyesight was good; she saw the icy water fall and heard the sound of it hitting the bluestone floor tiles.
Everything was so quiet it felt unreal, somewhat like a boudoir in the capital, but she knew it wasn't.
While she was still in a daze, she heard footsteps entering the courtyard, and a handsome profile flashed past the window.
She sat up quickly.
Wen Qiyan, of course, also heard the commotion inside the room. He untied his dark blue cloak, washed his hands, and walked around the beaded curtain to see a charming young woman sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
She looked at him without saying a word, her face radiant and beautiful even without makeup.
"Still not resting?" he asked her.
But she was displeased and didn't respond to him.
Ji Wanyuan's gaze moved downwards, and sure enough, she saw specks of blood on his clothes again.
This can't be the blood of a beast, so he went out to kill someone. Was it to deal with an assassin or something else?
Ji Wanyuan frowned. "Where did you go?"
He repeated his previous statement: "To handle the matters entrusted to me by my father-in-law."
Ji Wanyuan was very dissatisfied with this perfunctory answer and demanded that he explain himself more clearly.
Wen Qiyan said, "I'm covered in dust and mud. How about I wash up first before I come to apologize?"
Ji Wanyuan looked at him for a while, then patiently said, "Hmph."
When Wen Qiyan saw her turn her face to the other side again, he couldn't help but smile.
While waiting for the man to come out, Ji Wanyuan realized that she was strangely sleepy and had to force herself to stay awake.
She sat up, then even got out of bed, urging the slow-moving man, "Hurry up!"
"Is my wife so impatient?" The man's deep voice came through the screen. Ji Wanyuan sensed something else in it. She puffed out her cheeks and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Who can't wait!
She was met with a series of low laughs.
Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but squint her eyes from outside, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth.
When Wen Qiyan came out, she was sitting at the table wearing a cloak, turning a cup. She was already sleepy, and her head was nodding.
He walked very quietly, and she didn't notice him as he passed by.
He lifted her up by the waist, and she was so frightened that she clung tightly to his neck, cursing him for appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
"My wife was sleepy and didn't notice me approaching."
She looked at the man's handsome face so close to hers. "I didn't hear you. Why didn't you say anything?"
"What if I suddenly make a sound and scare you?"
He is clearly just making excuses.
Ji Wanyuan argued with him, "You've already scared me."
"Then I'll apologize to you, how will you punish me?"
He flicked his sleeve to extinguish the candle, then carried her to the bed. The curtains fell, and the inner room was quiet yet warm.
When Wen Qiyan wasn't back, Ji Wanyuan felt the bed was very large. But after he returned, she wasn't sure if it was because his body was too tall and imposing, but she felt the bed suddenly became cramped.
"Why did you put out the candle?" she wanted to ask.
"What is it that you need to ask by candlelight?"
Judging from his tone, she knew he was going to give her a perfunctory answer again.
Ji Wanyuan was really angry. She asked Wen Qiyan to get up, but he wouldn't. He put her on the bed and asked her if the child had rested.
As soon as Ji Wanyuan responded, he began to kiss her.
Sure enough, just like before, I'll kiss her until she softens up, and then let it go.
Ji Wanyuan was determined to get to the bottom of things today, so she resisted Wen Qiyan's kisses, pushed against his chest, and avoided his kisses.
Then she realized that he wasn't gentle at all anymore.
He actually grabbed her cheek and forced her to accept his kiss.
He wouldn't allow her to avoid his intimacy, much less leave him.
He wrapped his soft tongue around hers, entwining it with his.
Ji Wanyuan was very uncomfortable with this kind of kiss, because Wen Qiyan had been relatively gentle with her for the past few months, and even when he was aggressive, he was never as fierce as he was today.
He seemed unsatisfied with just that kiss and appeared to want to do something else. Was he going to cross the Spring Pool?
Ji Wanyuan got a moment's relief, turned her face away and gasped for breath, while Wen Qiyan's kiss landed elsewhere.
First it was her face, then her nose, her slender neck, her collarbone, and it continued downwards.
His kiss visited the snow-white, condensed place, and Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but arch her body, her hands uncontrollably clenching the soft pillow, her swollen red lips pressed together.
She tilted her head slightly, then looked down and saw the man's high, straight nose, which was now enveloped in soft, white flesh.
He kissed her so hard she couldn't help but cry out, "What...what are you going to do?"
She's going to interrogate him!
How did it turn into her being punished?
"Is it okay?" he asked if she had recovered.
It's been a long time, so he's naturally recovered.
Ji Wanyuan looked at the man's handsome face, which was stained with some snow-white marks. It was her own tears that had spilled onto his face.
Just because he didn't see it doesn't mean she would be indifferent if she did!
How could he do this? Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but sob, saying in a sticky, whiny voice that she hadn't rested well yet.
Because she realized that she was already starting to have feelings for him, and if Wen Qiyan continued, he would definitely make a move!
Before she could even finish her internal monologue, he had already started touching her.
"What is this?" He held the "mud" on his fingertips right in front of her eyes, making her see it, even though he already knew the answer.
It's one thing to ask a question you already know the answer to, but how could he put on such a serious expression, as if he genuinely didn't understand and couldn't figure it out?
Ji Wanyuan blushed, truly unable to contain her anger and embarrassment. She spat at Wen Qiyan, "Get lost, you're so annoying."
"Do you hate it?"
The man's thin lips curved into a smile, and the coldness on his face melted away somewhat.
His hand went to her again. "Do you really hate it?"
He actually went in and bullied her like that.
“You clearly like it a lot.” He whispered in her ear, which infuriated her.
Ji Wanyuan told him not to say those things, "I don't want to hear them."
"Ji Wanyuan, your face is so red."
She became famous because of him.
He thought that Ji Wanyuan would never love him again in this lifetime, and would never look at him again. Fortunately, she would still be moved by him.
Whether you like him as a person, or you like his appearance or his physique.
As long as she looks at him, just looking at him is enough.
The inner room was too quiet, except for the girl's sobbing and the sticky, churning sounds.
His nose pressed against the side of her neck, his breath hot, almost melting her.
"Yuan'er..." he called her by her maiden name in a deep, tender voice.
"You smell so good." He gently rubbed his nose against her slender neck, causing her to sweat profusely.
She pursed her lips, speaking haltingly, her tone a mix of coquettishness and anger, "Wen Qiyan, did you come back just to seduce me?"
Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but pause for a moment, then stood up slightly and turned her face towards him. "You're becoming more and more unrestrained in your speech these days."
"You're so slutty, yet you're afraid of what others will say, waaaaah..." she cried, cursing him as a bastard.
He smiled slightly, without arguing with her.
He lifted her up by the waist.
The two embraced face to face, with not much space between them. Ji Wanyuan's soft, limp hands rested on his shoulders.
Before it even started, she was already crying, sobbing and sniffling.
Wen Qiyan said she was becoming more and more delicate; her lips swelled up like this after only a short kiss.
"You took advantage of me, and you still have the nerve to say such things?" She sniffed and glared at him.
She said that after returning to Beijing, she would definitely tell her mother that he had bullied her and made her cry every time.
"Do I really have to say it?" Wen Qiyan asked calmly.
"Isn't this a little too embarrassing?"
Ji Wanyuan only heard rustling sounds and had no idea what he was going to do.
Just as she was about to ask, she heard the man's voice telling her to help him up.
"What...what are you going to do?"
"You can see it if you look down." He not only gave her a hint, but also very "kindly" pinched her chin, making her look down.
Ji Wanyuan saw that she was about to "devour" him.
Such a splendid scene.
"You're shameless," she yelled at him.
“I don’t deny it, my wife is absolutely right.”
He was struggling a bit; he hadn't expected that after such a long time without attacking a city, it would be so difficult right from the start.
Ji Wanyuan really resisted him, constantly pushing him away, yet she also attracted him.
The feeling was indescribable, making him gasp involuntarily.
"Can you relax a little?" he tried to persuade her.
Ji Wanyuan said no.
"I don't feel well." She had already looked away, but even though she looked away, that scene still lingered in her mind.
Her hands, gripping his arm uncontrollably due to nervousness, had already left numerous scratches on it because of her overly long nail polish.
Wen Qiyan felt no pain, but rather a great sense of pleasure, and he gasped.
Ji Wanyuan was really overwhelmed; her face changed and became contorted.
She told him to get out in a fierce, trembling voice, saying she wasn't feeling well.
"Where do you feel unwell? Miss, you did a great job, didn't you?" He stopped halfway, coaxing her and going along with her emotions. He knew she just wanted to vent and swear, but he still went along with her.
"You bastard!" Ji Wanyuan refused to listen to his explanation.
Wen Qiyan was in real pain and had no choice but to lay her down, pinching her waist and slowly retreating to advance.
I don't know how much time passed before we finally reached the destination.
The two hugged each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Qiyan kissed away the tears on her face. "Yuan'er, you're hot."
He was implying something, but she ignored him.
She wanted to kill him, so she stared at him silently, tears streaming down her face.
"Is it really that painful?" he asked her.
Ji Wanyuan urged him to put himself in her shoes, "If someone stabbed you like that..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Realizing that she was about to speak recklessly again, Wen Qiyan hissed and quickly interrupted her.
"If you dare to do it, why are you afraid of what others will say?" Ji Wanyuan cried bitterly.
She cried so much that she soaked the soft pillow.
Wen Qiyan kissed him, but soon a new kiss followed.
He couldn't wait much longer, because after she recovered, she was like she had returned to her original self.
Not to mention she couldn't handle it, he was also finding it hard to cope.
He coaxed her, using a strategy of retreating to advance, and the two of them slowly ignited the fire until it burned brighter and brighter.
It was very late when we finally stopped.
Ji Wanyuan was panting, her whole body limp, as if she had been pulled out of the water.
He carried her to the bath, and Ji Wanyuan slumped against him, too weak to move.
He put her on the bed, and she quickly fell asleep.
When Ji Wanyuan woke up the next day, she found that Wen Qiyan was actually waiting for her to have breakfast.
She stared blankly at the man's handsome and unassuming back.
"What's wrong, are you stunned?" He heard the noise and turned around, only to see her sitting blankly on the bed.
With a faint smile on his face, he got up and carried her to wash up, wiping her face and hands as before, and combing her hair.
Ji Wanyuan asked him why he didn't go out to kill anyone today.
"Who told my wife I went to kill someone?" he chuckled.
"If you weren't going to kill someone, then what kind of criminal or illegal thing were you going to do?"
"Tsk." The man frowned and pinched her cheek.
Ji Wanyuan winced in pain and glared at him through the bronze mirror.
"Don't say things like that."
"You even lectured me?" she said, clearly displeased.
"I wouldn't dare," the man immediately admitted his mistake.
Ji Wanyuan snorted and cursed him for being a bad person.
"Whether I'm a good person or not, didn't my wife find out last night?"
"Get out of here." Seeing that she was really angry, Wen Qiyan stopped arguing with her and said that he would stay with her instead of going out today.
"Who wants you to stay with me?"
"Really don't want it?" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then I'll leave in a bit?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, only to meet his eyes and realize that he was actually toying with her.
"You're so annoying."
He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, then helped her tie up her long hair.
"I was wrong, please forgive me."
"Oh no!" Ji Wanyuan pushed him aside and quickly walked to the round table.
The table was set with some of her favorite dishes.
She was indeed a little hungry, so she didn't argue with him for the time being and picked up her bowl and chopsticks to start her breakfast.
Halfway through the meal, she asked Wen Qiyan if he was still going to pretend to be clueless and refuse to tell her anything.
What do you want to know?
"I want to know what has happened these past few days, what you've been doing outside?"
She simply didn't believe he hadn't killed anyone.
"Indeed, I went to deal with some people." Wen Qiyan ladled a bowl of soup for her and urged her to drink more.
"An assassin?"
"Yes, you guessed it."
"Hmph." Didn't he say a few days ago that someone would come to assassinate her? How could she not guess? But even if she did guess, Wen Qiyan still wanted to hide it.
But to her surprise, Wen Qiyan suddenly changed the subject, saying, "A letter has arrived from the capital; the emperor may be about to pass away."
"So sudden?"
"He has to die."
Upon hearing this, Ji Wanyuan asked, "What?" She had a feeling that the emperor's death was somehow related to Wen Qiyan.
"You did this?"
"No, I was just using someone else to do my dirty work."
Using someone else to do the dirty work?
Ji Wanyuan asked him whose knife he had borrowed, "Could it be my brother?"
"But my brother, isn't he attacking Qingzhou? How could he be targeting the imperial city?"
She quickly realized, "Was it the prince who did it?"
The emperor's brothers.
They previously used the pretext of "purging the court of corrupt officials" to infiltrate the capital, ostensibly to support the country, but probably harbored treacherous ambitions.
"If the emperor dies, wouldn't these people be the ones ruling the country?"
She remembered that the emperor had a little prince, who was sickly, but... he was still a prince.
"Will the throne be passed to the Third Prince?" Ji Wanyuan asked.
"The Third Prince is dead." Wen Qiyan picked up some food for her.
"What?!" The Third Prince is dead. Is this a natural disaster or a man-made one?
"It happened some time ago," Wen Qiyan told her. Because of the prince's death, the emperor's heart disease worsened upon learning of it, and he fell into a coma with a weak pulse. There was a high probability that he would not survive.
She recalled that when she married Wen Qiyan, she had also accompanied her parents to the palace to meet the emperor and empress.
At that time, the emperor looked strong and healthy, but unexpectedly, within a year, he was bedridden and about to die.
Life is truly unpredictable.
"There's one more thing," Wen Qiyan said, adding that the Ji family had been impeached and Ji Lingyue's identity had been revealed.
Ji Wanyuan's eyes widened instantly, and she almost dropped the bowl and chopsticks in her hand.
Soon, Wen Qiyan said that almost all the prominent families in the capital had been impeached, including the Wen, Fang, and Lin families, all on charges of treason. The court was in chaos that day, which is why the emperor was so angry that he vomited blood.
"So that's how anger can trigger heart disease."
"His Majesty is lustful and pursues immortality. He has been indulging in excessive sexual activity and taking medicine, which has weakened his body. In addition, he has been misled by the Fang family, which is why he fell ill."
He spoke of the king's serious illness in a nonchalant manner.
Ji Wanyuan paused for a moment, then asked, "Do these things have anything to do with you?"
"Of course it's related." His tone left her speechless.
really!
"You did all of this?"
"I was just setting up a scheme and going with the flow."
He said that since he was far away from the capital, many things were done by Prime Minister Ji, and he was just doing what a strategist should do, offering Prime Minister Ji many ideas.
"Among the prominent families of the capital, who is truly clean?"
Ji Wanyuan grasped the key point: "The Wen family isn't clean either?"
“Naturally, it’s not clean.” He laughed.
"Where is it unclean?" she wondered. Years ago, she had heard her father say that the Wen family father and son were aloof and arrogant, and there was no way to find any fault with them.
She said the Wen family is unclean; could it be related to the Ji family?
"Because I betrayed the monarch's trust and turned to the Ji family, and all I did was outwardly comply but inwardly defy him, does that count as being clean?" he asked her.
Ji Wanyuan paused slightly. This was indeed not clean. He had disobeyed the Emperor. How could he be considered clean?
"If you meet a girl you like even more in the future, you won't turn to her family, will you?"
"Ji Wanyuan." He suddenly called her name, his expression turning cold. "You want to dump me?"
She didn't say that.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wen Qiyan frowned. "If you don't want me to think that way, then don't say such hurtful things."
Hurting people...
Ji Wanyuan couldn't help but twitch her lips as she looked at the man's profile. "Oh..."
All right.
"Were you involved in the Fang family's affairs?" How exactly did he manage to do it?
Wen Qiyan did not deny it, "This is a long story."
"After the emperor fell seriously ill, he originally wanted my father-in-law to take over the handling of state affairs, which was also intended to punish the Ji family. However, I had just left the capital at that time, so I asked my father's advisors in the capital and the Fang family's secret cronies to advise that this matter should not be rushed."
"Furthermore, do you know what the emperor's favorite and most skillful political maneuver is?"
Ji Wanyuan was completely confused. "What is it?"
"It is a method of checks and balances."
“In the past, the Ji family was powerful and stood above the other aristocratic families, while the Wen, Lin, and Fang families checked and balanced each other.”
"Later, he promoted the Wen family and used my father and me to deal with the Ji family. On the surface, that was indeed the case, but in reality, the Wen family and the Lin family were on good terms, so they combined their strength to deal with the Ji family."
When Ji Wanyuan heard him say that, she suddenly thought of something.
It was in a dream.
Wen Qiyan prostrated himself before her grave and told her that he had dealt with everyone who had wronged the Ji family and made amends to her.
At that time, she didn't understand why... Wen Qiyan would say that.
Moreover, based on her deductions from the storybook and what she saw, Wen's parents kept it a secret from him and arranged for him to marry a girl from the Lin family. Why didn't he divorce Lin Nianxi when he found out later?
At that time, she was unaware of Wen Qiyan's feelings for her and mistakenly believed that Lin Nianxi was the white moon in Wen Qiyan's heart.
Only now does she understand and realize why he said those things.
In his storybooks, he encouraged the Wen and Lin families to unite as one, pooling their strength to increase their power and influence. This was clearly a way of turning the Wen and Lin families into another Ji family.
What the emperor needs is a balance of power; he will never allow two factions to truly unite, because uniting means forming a party.
In the storybook, he used the emperor to eliminate the Wen and Lin families so that she could be buried alive with them. Is that true?
The crying she heard in the dark fog at the beginning of her dream was the crying of those who were buried with her.
Thinking of this, Ji Wanyuan felt incredibly conflicted and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Why did Wen Qiyan, who hated her so much in the storybook, do that after she died?
Could it be that he took the role too seriously back then, became so immersed in the act, and couldn't help but fall in love with her?
Ji Wanyuan couldn't think of any other explanation.
Otherwise, how can we explain his later actions in the storybooks, including his suicide for love?
"What are you thinking about?" Noticing her absent-mindedness, he asked her if she was scared after hearing these things.
Was he afraid of the chaos in the court, or was he afraid that the man was cunning and scheming, far less handsome and refined than ugly?
Ji Wanyuan looked up, shook her head, and asked instead,
"I want to know, if we win in the future, will you become the emperor?"
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Author's Note: There will still be random red envelopes in this chapter! They'll be sent out tomorrow along with the ones from the previous two chapters! I'm going to eat now! [rainbow fart emoji]
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