Chapter 103: Sweet and Sour He Jiyue was afraid of trouble, but she never found him troublesome...
The two kissed each other, and the loneliness of not seeing each other for more than half a year melted away as they leaned on each other, like ice and snow melting in spring. He Jiuyue bravely moved forward and attacked, while Wen Zheliu hid here and there and retreated again and again.
It was originally just a small fight between you and me, but I don’t know when it turned into a escalation.
The flames of war between the female and the male spread across the small bed. Wen Zheliu retreated again and again, but finally she could not retreat any further. Her tailbone pressed against the soft pillow, and it hurt from the pain of the bed board.
“Hmm…”
He groaned weakly through his nose.
He Jiuyue thought Wen Zheliu was out of breath, so she used the tip of her tongue to pry open his teeth, allowing him to breathe twice.
Unexpectedly, he was still breathing heavily.
He Jiuyue is a very rational person. No matter how emotionally turbulent his heart is, he will not allow his calm thoughts to be overwhelmed by the surging emotions.
She loved the sound of willow-breaking music, and she knew she had wronged him, so she wanted to use all her skills to comfort him immediately.
But she also knew that Wen Zheliu was always patient.
Although he couldn't see for the time being and was on guard, his sense of smell was still sharp. He could tell from her scent that she was He Jiuyue, whom he was familiar with, and he didn't mind her sudden closeness.
He suddenly started panting like this, I'm afraid he's feeling unwell somewhere.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Wen Zheliu relaxed his strength.
He was as soft as water waves, with all his bones limp, and fell limply into He Jiuyue's arms.
"He Wuhuan, why are you so kind to me? I'm not a traitor, I've never been tortured, but you're so kind, hugging and kissing me, why..."
He mentioned names, as if he wanted to get a definite answer, but his lifeless eyes subconsciously dodged to the farthest place away from He Jiuyue... as if he wanted to know the answer, but was afraid that the answer was not what he wanted.
He couldn't see and didn't know. When he said the word "traitor", He Jiuyue's eyes narrowed.
"You are not a traitor, never have been."
With every word that came out of He Jiuyue's lips, her voice became lower and lower. At the end of her words, her face, which was usually cheerful and calm, was now filled with melancholy and sorrow.
"Even your adoptive mother and biological father died in vain."
"……What?"
There was a blank look in Wen Zheliu's eyes, which could not focus. His lips opened and closed, and he felt as if his soul had flown away to the horizon.
"Everything was He Feng's doing. You've never wronged the Princess's Mansion, and neither have your mother, father, and eldest brother... Murong Jin told me everything. It was He Feng who ordered Chen Sanxi to harm my mother."
When he heard Zheliu's words, his black pupils trembled.
"In other words, my Prime Minister's Mansion has nothing to do with your mother's poisoning?"
He Jiuyue was a man of few words and used to using gestures. Chen Jin gave orders and nodded, then he remembered that Wen Zheliu couldn't see, so he added, "Yes."
Wen Zheliu's whole body trembled.
It was like a small stone the size of a fingernail on the edge of a cliff, being blown by a howling wind carrying snow particles. It was about to collapse at any time and fall into the abyss, ending up in pieces.
This matter has nothing to do with his adoptive mother or biological father.
So what does it matter if they die because of this?
Are these two chess pieces under He Feng's command who are not worth dying for?
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Anger and hatred surged up in Wen Zheliu, and he coughed briefly and urgently. He put his hands on his chest and pounded it occasionally, but it did not relieve the symptoms of chest tightness even a little.
A thin layer of tears accumulated under his dilated pupils.
It was like snow in June, making people want to speak up for him at the first sight.
He Jiuyue was not good at speaking and didn't know what to say for a moment. She could only watch Wen Zheliu pounding his chest. Thinking that he must be feeling stuffy, she took his cold hand, replaced it with her warm palm, and rubbed his chest for him.
"I, I... Ugh—"
Chaotic negative emotions surged like a tide, and Wen Zheliu's body, which had not yet completely lost its heat, could not bear the burden. His throat tightened and he immediately felt like vomiting.
The empty stomach contracted suddenly, bringing up bloody acid.
It fell into the spittoon, making a soft and weak sound.
Just like Wen Zheliu.
No matter how angry he was, he did not choose to smash things at hand and vent his anger on others. Instead, he kept it in his heart and punished himself with illness.
He Jiuyue saw it and felt pain in her heart.
She hugged Wen Zheliu from behind, helping him to relax with one hand and wrapping her other hand around his waist, passing over his abdomen which had become loose due to the birth of a daughter, and carefully wrapped her warm, calloused hand around his stomach.
Cold and twitching.
Like a fish pulled ashore from the deep sea.
His whole body was filled with the pain and struggle of the air almost running out of his cheeks.
After pulling it back and forth several times, what Wen Zheliu vomited out became thinner and thinner, with no acid left, only thick yellow water.
"Stop throwing up, okay?"
He Jiuyue saw Wen Zheliu like he was about to vomit out all his internal organs, so she whispered to him, "You didn't eat anything today, so if you vomit, it will only be acid. That stuff hurts your throat, and the more you vomit, the more uncomfortable it will be."
Wen Zheliu bent his body with force. He was supposed to bend his legs to relieve the pain in his abdomen, but because his legs could not move, he ended up in a strange position with his upper body in dire straits and his lower body unresponsive.
He shook his head slowly and squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth: "I, disgusting..."
He Jiuyue felt at ease after following him.
What I felt was a large area of sticky cold sweat.
"Zheliu, calm down. No matter how wrong a thing is, it's all He Feng's fault. We haven't settled this old score with her yet. Why bother getting yourself sick over her in advance?"
He Jiuyue's mind was also shaken.
However, she has always been self-disciplined and has been in a high position with no one to rely on. She is also always ready to protect others. If she is not careful, she will be crushed to pieces. She has no choice but to engrave "think twice before acting" into her every word and action.
This is a serious matter, but no matter how big the problem is, there is always a way to solve it.
When the fate of the world is uncertain, being anxious to lament the passing of time will not only be of no help, but will also waste the last chance to mend the situation.
Not only did she smell the willow-breaking sound, she also hated it.
She hated He Feng for pretending to be a loving sister to her mother He Yuyao on the surface, but secretly being violent towards her. She even arranged for his eunuchs to supervise the army beside her, which was a threat to her life.
What's more, she hated that she grew up in the capital and hadn't seen her mother and father for several years. She was blinded by the gold, silver, jewelry and silk clothes that He Feng sent to the princess's mansion during the holidays. She couldn't recognize people and made the mistake of mistaking a thief for her mother.
"He, Jiyue, I...I want to ask you for a favor."
Wen Zheliu held He Jiuyue's coat tightly, her eyelashes fluttering, as if she was determined to go all out.
What could have moved him so much?
He Jiuyue stretched out her hand and wiped Wen Zheliu's slightly red eyelids, hinting at her cherishment.
"you say."
"My elder brother Wen Liuqing is still alive, can he..." Wen Zheliu's face flushed again as he spoke hesitantly - on the day when the Wen family was beheaded, it was He Jiuyue who watched the execution. He secretly hid the news that his elder brother was still alive and kept it from He Jiuyue for so long, he deserved to be punished.
Wen Zheliu swallowed his saliva and said hesitantly: "I shouldn't have kept this from you, but..."
"I know he's alive." He Jiuyue was considerate and considerate when she wanted to be. Hearing Zheliu's hesitation, she simply helped him finish his words, "You want me to show mercy to him and spare his life, right?"
Wen Zheliu nodded repeatedly.
"I will."
He Jiuyue's fingertips with thin calluses rubbed Wen Zheliu's still slightly swollen face.
"You are innocent, and so is Wen Liuqing... Even your adoptive mother and biological father have never done anything to offend our Princess Mansion... I'm sorry, I realized it too late."
"No! Why, ahem, apologize? You were kept in the dark the whole time, and now you know the truth. I can't blame you."
Mentioning this, Wen Zheliu's heart was filled with resentment. Even though he coughed violently, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak out his heart: "The most hateful person is the one who hid in the dark, harmed others, and threw dirty water on us. He Feng!"
He Jiyue patiently listened to him, coughing three times after each word, and finished his fragmented words: "That's right. I ordered the return to the capital to punish him."
The fierce light in Wen Zheliu's eyes as he stabbed his thigh with a knife appeared again.
"Even if I cut him into pieces, it wouldn't be enough to relieve this hatred!"
He Jiuyue nodded.
"I'll treat her well."
Wen Zheliu lay in her arms and coughed for a while. While she was taking some warm water to moisten her throat, he clutched the square thing in his sleeve even tighter. Hearing the steady and even tapping of He Jiuyue's military boots, he spoke hurriedly.
"He Wuhuan, before you leave, I have something to give you."
Afraid that Wen Zheliu would choke, He Jiuyue fed him some water in a small bowl. Only when she saw the cracks on his lips were smoothed out by the warm water did she raise her eyebrows.
"What is it?"
Wen Zheliu felt in his sleeves and presented a piece of Hetian jade carved with a dragon in both hands.
He Jiuyue took it with great care.
"Is this... the imperial seal of Xiyue?"
"Hmm." Wen Zheliu's ears twitched, and he chuckled in her direction. "I'm a man, and I can't bear the throne. I took it because I had no choice. Now I give it to you as a dowry. Are you willing?"
He Jiuyue was about to say "yes" when Chen Jin's voice suddenly came from outside.
"Da Sima, the military doctor is here."
"Ahem," He Jiuyue coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment after her sweet moment was interrupted by an outsider, "Let her wait outside."
"One more thing... Is it convenient for me to come in?"
He Jiyue glanced at the disheveled Wen Zheliu, quickly unbuttoned his outer robe, and gently put it on his thin shoulders: "Come in, what's going on?"
"Nothing, it's just that it's windy outside and you've lit the heater, so I wanted to come in and take shelter."
Chen Jin laughed and rubbed her hands as she went into the tent. When she saw the jade seal in He Jiuyue's hand, she ignored He Jiuyue's pretended scolding and asked, scratching her head, "Grand Marshal, didn't you say that being an emperor is too tiring and that you would be tied to the palace for the rest of your life? Don't you want to be an emperor? Why are you still holding the jade seal of Xiyue?"
Wen Zheliu paused as he was pinching the blanket.
"...When did I ever say that? Besides, how can the throne that villain He Feng holds be the same as the dragon throne that was used as a dowry by breaking a willow branch?"
He Jiuyue bent her index finger and tapped Chen Jin's forehead.
"Zheliu, don't pay attention to her. It's not like that. Good things should be kept within the family. I'm so happy that you can give me the throne of Xiyue. How can I be tired of it...Zheliu? Why are you crying again for no reason?"
Wen Zheliu shook his head slightly to indicate that he was fine.
He placed his hands on his eyelids and rubbed the thin skin, making it redder and redder, as if it were covered with a thick layer of cinnabar that could not be peeled off.
He knew that He Jiuyue was afraid of trouble.
But he only realized now that this person who was so afraid of trouble had never found him troublesome.
What is going on.
Wen Zheliu pursed her lips to hide the slight upward curve and said.
"...sand, cough, got into my eyes."
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