Chapter 31: Revenge Whether his father can become famous through his son depends entirely on this little kid...
How would Wuhuan address him in the letter?
A "friend" with clear boundaries, an ambiguous "lover", a "husband" with a name and status, or a "slave" who is extremely humble?
Suddenly, everything in front of him went dark, and Wen Zheliu couldn't help but close his eyes.
If he wanted to know the answer, he only needed to reach out and gently open the letter, which had already been opened and was not sealed tightly, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Why don't you open it and take a look?" Dongfang Lan said with a smile at the door.
Wen Zheliu struggled to open his eyes.
Yes, he would have to open it and read it to know how Wuhuan wrote it.
He had to open the letter.
But... he didn't dare to open it.
He Jiuyue always spoke directly, including in her letters. If anything she said hurt him, he would be overwhelmed with grief and tears would flow. He would be embarrassed in front of Dongfang Lan.
It would be better to wait until Dongfang Lan leaves and he is left alone in the room, so that he can fully release his emotions before watching.
"If you read the letter, I won't be able to entertain you. I'm afraid that would be impolite. I'll wait a little longer..."
Wen Zheliu was halfway through his words when his heart suddenly ached and his legs went limp.
Thanks to Dongfang Lan's quick eyes and hands, who snapped his fingers in the air, he didn't fall.
Unfortunately, Wen Zheliu was completely unable to adapt to such a drastic change in body position. Even though he didn't hit his head and got a big bump, he still saw black in front of his eyes.
After all the calculations, Wuhuan still ended up bringing shame to him.
Wen Zheliu slowly knelt down, without supporting himself with his hands, but holding the letter tightly with great care, his cold voice trembling constantly.
"Sorry, junior, I'm being rude."
"There's no need to be so polite between you and me. Get up quickly." Dongfang Lan originally wanted to use her inner strength to help Wen Zheliu get up, but she was afraid that Wen Zheliu would be sensitive and think that she was neglecting him. She reached out to help Wen Zheliu up, but accidentally touched his cold hand and was startled, "Oh, why are your hands so cold!"
There was a brazier lit in the room, and warm air came from under the couch. Dongfang Lan was full of internal energy and sweating all over. He was about to go out to cool off, but the fire was put out by Wen Zheliu.
"…Sorry, senior."
Dongfang Lan's hands were burning hot, and Wen Zheliu was feeling cold and looking for a source of warmth. He knew that Dongfang Lan meant well, but he still couldn't control his instinct to dislike outsiders, and he suddenly shook her hand away.
Dongfang Lan was stunned for a moment before letting go: "I'm sorry, I was disrespectful to my elders."
Only after Wen Zheliu pushed her away did he realize that he had been rude.
His nose felt sore and he kowtowed deeply: "It was my fault for breaking the willow branches so rudely that I froze you."
Dongfang Lan cared about him so much, but he treated her like an ungrateful ungrateful wolf.
Perhaps it was because he had been spoiled by his family since childhood and always threw tantrums and acted like a spoiled brat in front of Wuhuan, which was why he was ruthlessly abandoned by Wuhuan.
...Not anymore.
Wen Zheliu slowly raised his head, and warm tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, winding down his cheeks, drawing a pitiful arc.
Even though Dongfang Lan was not interested in men, her heart tightened.
It’s no wonder that He Jiuyue fell into depravity. She was also confused.
"This harem is not a pleasant place to stay. I can only occasionally intervene in how Emperor Jingming treats you, but I can't really control it. But if you die, I can't explain myself. So I'll give you something else."
Dongfang Lan took out a small bottle of medicine from his sleeve: "This stuff can save your life, use it sparingly, I only need a few."
I have heard that Dongfang Lan has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, but he is also very fond of seeking immortality and has a deep understanding of metaphysics and illusion. Wen Zheliu took the porcelain bottle with great care and hid it carefully in his arms.
"Thank you, senior."
Tears glistened in his eyes, as crystal clear as the dewdrops lingering on the tip of a lotus leaf in the early morning.
"Take care of yourself, that's the best way to thank me," Dongfang Lan raised an eyebrow, as if he was about to say something, but stopped himself and turned to leave. "Someone is thinking of you, take care of yourself."
I was a little puzzled when I heard about the willow being broken.
Isn’t it He Jiuyue who is thinking about him?
Just now Dongfang Lan kept calling him "disciple", why did he use the pronoun "someone" now?
"Young master, who is that person? What did she say to you? Did she bully you?" Watching Dongfang Lan go away, Xiaobai, who was keen on gossip, came over, picked up the fox fur coat placed aside, and carefully draped it over Wen Zheliu's shoulders, like a big yellow dog wagging its tail to welcome its owner home.
"Nothing, you go out first."
The conversation with Dongfang Lan just now was really private. Wen Zheliu couldn't fully trust Xiaobai for the time being. He just shook his head and said nothing.
"Sir, I just came in and you chased me away."
Ignoring his pouting and acting coquettishly, Wen Zheliu remained calm and just ordered, "Light the lamp before you leave."
Xiaobai kept looking back, gazing at the dark sky outside, then at Wen Zheliu's pale face: "It's only the third watch, you've been ill for a long time and need to rest. Won't you sleep a little longer?"
Hearing the sound of willows being cut, he slowly shook his head.
He was a light sleeper to begin with, and often found it difficult to fall asleep again when he woke up in the middle of the night. Moreover, Wuhuan's handwritten letter was here.
He would feel uneasy if he didn't read it carefully for three or five times.
"I can't sleep."
Wen Zheliu's face was pale, and his expression was always calm. Except when he coughed violently, his face would turn an attractive red. At other times, he looked calm and composed, making it difficult to understand.
Xiaobai didn't dare to guess what he was thinking. He respectfully lit the oil lamp in the house, closed the door and went out, only to realize something was wrong.
Since you can't see, why light the lamp?
Southeast, deep mountains.
The night rain continued with lightning and thunder. He Jiuyue rode Xingyun slowly on the muddy ground. He ran around the mountain for most of the time, but still did not see any trace of Chi Shisan. The fatigue of traveling for days and setting up camp after being on the alert at any time came over him.
She raised her head slightly, exhaled a breath of white air, and looked directly at the person hanging on the treetop not far away. Her pupils shrank.
Isn’t the one hanging on the tree Chi Shisan?
The string called reason in He Jiuyue's mind suddenly buzzed and trembled.
She lifted her feet and flew to the tree, cut the rope hanging on the branch with a knife, and caught her sister whose body was already cold and wet.
It’s so cold, maybe it’s because of the rain?
He Jiuyue tried to comfort herself and reached out to feel her breath.
Chi Shisan's pupils were dilated and he was already dead.
The anger that had not been ignited for a long time suddenly filled the sky.
He Jiuyue originally thought that Shan Zhi became a bandit and occupied the mountain as a king. Even if he did everything he could, he could only incite the local kind-hearted people to rebel. He was still afraid of the people sent by the court.
Moreover, Shan Zhi was from the Central Plains and had the same blood as her. Asking her to fight against the Western Yue and lead troops to suppress them seemed to be unkind. That was why she led a large army to station outside and tried to subdue them in the most gentle way.
But she had never expected Shan Zhi to be so bold as to attack her own centurions and imperial officials.
He Jiuyue hugged the pale-faced Chi Shisan and went back to the camp first. With the last bit of her sanity, she asked Chen Jin to bury the deceased Chi Shisan properly. Then she rubbed her throbbing solar plexus and ordered her to strengthen internal defenses.
"Okay," Chen Jin agreed. "You've been traveling back and forth through the mountains on a rainy night, and you're soaked. Change into clean clothes."
“No need.”
He Jiuyue turned around and looked towards the top of the mountain, her pupils reflecting the orange light of the lantern not far away: "I still have things to do."
Chen Jin was puzzled. "It's the middle of the night, and there's no enemy attack. What could have happened? It's you, though. You haven't had a good rest lately, and you got soaked in the rain. You might catch a cold..."
"I want to avenge Chi Shisan."
He Jiuyue spoke each word clearly, and the word "revenge" at the end seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth with difficulty.
Without waiting for Chen Jin to reply, she headed straight for the enemy camp.
The path up the mountain was still muddy, and the rain had even fallen harder than before. The water mixed with the mud, making it slippery and wet. He Jiyue knew this was impulsive, but her rationality was wandering, with no intention of returning to her senses. Her original plan was to take it slow and steady, sending in infiltrators to gain more inside information before waiting for an opportunity to act. However, Shan Zhi had gone too far by killing her sisters.
If she can even tolerate this, she is really ashamed of the sisters who work hard for her!
Although it is a taboo for a general to act impulsively, she kept her troops inactive for many days, planted spies in the country, and tried to solicit amnesty on behalf of the court, but all of these were ineffective.
Even if we only penetrate deep into the enemy camp and start a temporary uprising, how do we know that it is not a way to break the deadlock?
The gentle approach didn't work, and Shan Zhi refused to accept the toast, so He Jiyue fulfilled her wish.
The gangs were least alert at night, and most of them were civilians, most of whom knew no martial arts and could only swing hoes. It would not be difficult for her to enter the enemy camp alone and escape unscathed, but if she brought others with her, it would be easy to alert the enemy.
Raindrops were flying, He Jiuyue tightened the ropes and fixed his eyes on the yawning strong man in front of the gang.
The best strategy is to capture the leader first and directly take Shan Zhi hostage.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
In the dim light, Wen Zheliu closed his eyes and breathed in and out slowly. When his madly beating heart finally calmed down and his ears were no longer filled with the "boom boom boom" sound, he coughed softly and gently took out the letter.
The paper was the most common hemp paper, and the characters were familiar to him, written in a bold and vigorous style.
The general phrase "seeing you is like seeing you" comes first, and "this unworthy disciple has something to ask of you" comes second.
Wen Zheliu always read ten lines at a glance. This letter had only a hundred words or so. At his usual reading speed, he could finish it in less than a breath, but it took him half a minute to barely read it through.
The letter did not contain the "husband" he was expecting, but also did not contain the "criminal slave" he was afraid of. There were only three big words: "Hearing the willow being broken."
And six words, "The person whom my disciple cherishes."
His breathing subconsciously quickened. Wen Zheliu kept rubbing this place with his fingertips, but still felt it was not enough, so he leaned down again and rubbed the dried ink back and forth with his nose.
The entire letter was written evenly, with each character the same size, but he felt that this place was different from other places.
The night wind rushed in through the window, blowing the letter corner.
Wen Zheliu pulled his clothes closer and didn't feel the cold wind invading him, making him feel cold all over. Instead, he felt the breeze blowing away the heat and making him feel comfortable all over.
After many days, he finally saw the message related to Wuhuan again. How lucky he was.
His stomach ached again. Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes, his brows full of tenderness.
Wuhuan once said that she was good at teaching children, and that if there were new children in the Princess's Mansion in the future, she would assign him to teach them. She cared so much about her offspring and trusted him so much, so she must be looking forward to the birth of the child in his belly.
Whether he can become famous as a father depends entirely on this little kid.
Wen Zheliu knew that it would take time for the baby to take shape. He had just had sex with Wuhuan more than ten days ago, and the baby was now just a lump of unformed flesh.
But it is precisely this piece of meat that allows him to survive in the harem where he has no relatives.
Wen Zheliu covered his abdomen with his hands and his thin lips opened and closed.
"A tiger mother cannot have a dog daughter. Since you are the daughter of He Wuhuan, you must strive to be good and keep your mother's heart. Whether your father can have a legitimate status depends entirely on you."
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