Chapter 4: Begging on my knees "My Lady, I can do whatever you want me to do.
Chen Jin shouted angrily, and suddenly felt that the person looked familiar. She lifted the lantern in her hand and took a closer look. She recognized that the person was Wen Zheliu and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was no wonder that the princess returned to the princess's mansion half an hour early, but she did not get out of the sedan chair to go into the mansion. She just sat in the sedan chair outside, waiting for something to happen.
After waiting for a long time on a snowy night, the rabbit finally bumped into me.
"Princess, I heard...he's coming."
The shadow reflected on the carriage curtain paused for a moment, then sneered, "What does it have to do with me if he comes?"
He Jiuyue's six short words were full of energy. Even Wen Zheliu, who was dizzy and had tinnitus, could hear them clearly. Hearing that she was rarely angry, his heart sank.
The butcher behind Wen Zheliu realized that she had succeeded. She grinned fiercely, spread her five fingers wide, and tore his clothes in two or three strokes.
"You're so delusional, you want to cling to the rich and powerful, but you don't even know your own weight! The princess doesn't blame you for your offense, which is the greatest blessing. How dare you stand here and block her way?"
The clothes covering his body were torn and the cold air invaded. Wen Zheliu shivered and stared at the person who disappeared in the carriage.
He had already made up his mind to leave, and crossed the line drawn by He Jiuyue with a cold face. How could he have the face to ask for leniency from her who always kept her word?
Originally, he didn't want to live alone after his relatives passed away, but his eldest brother Wen Liuqing inexplicably survived, so he had to at least escort his eldest brother back to Xiyue before dying!
Now, he and Jiyue are no longer on equal footing, he...
You have to beg her.
I have never been so humble as to beg anyone for help, so my face turned red when I heard about the willow branches being broken. I don’t know if it was because of my pride or because I had a high fever.
"Ji... um!" The butcher woman was thinking about how beautiful He Jiyue was, and was afraid that Wen Zheliu would really be favored by her, and her act of bullying beautiful women would be exposed. She covered Wen Zheliu's mouth with her hand, smiled awkwardly, and distorted the facts.
"My husband has no intention of offending you, Princess. I apologize to you on his behalf. Please, Princess, please show some mercy..."
The carriage curtain was lifted with a swish.
"Oh, he is your husband?"
He Jiuyue spoke in a casual tone, but her eyes were sharper than a drawn sword.
The butcher was startled. "Yes, my husband doesn't know the rules and is an eyesore to you...ah!"
He Jiuyue drew her sword with a cold face and stabbed it into the butcher's left hand, piercing it through. Still not satisfied, she thought that both of this person's hands had touched Wen Zheliu, so she stabbed the butcher's palm again, which had just let go of Wen Zheliu, with the tip of the knife embedded in her flesh and turning clockwise.
"Think carefully before answering whether he is your husband or not."
The butcher had slaughtered countless pigs, but this was the first time she was treated as a pig under the knife. She was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face and she begged repeatedly: "No, he is not my husband, I don't recognize him! I was just tempted by his beauty, princess, please spare my life, I will never do it again!"
He Jiuyue thrust his sharp blade in and out repeatedly until the butcher's voice became hoarse, then he showed mercy and kicked her in the calf.
"roll."
The butcher's hand was injured, but her leg was not broken. She was afraid that He Jiyue would change her mind and let her go, so she ran away in a hurry: "Thank you, Princess, for your mercy! Thank you, Princess, for your mercy!"
Wen Zheliu gathered his thin clothes and looked at the sword in He Jiuyue's hand in the dim moonlight.
There was blood on her sword, and she kicked the butcher. Was she standing up for him? If so, then her earlier words, "What does he have to do with her?" were they just words spoken in anger.
"Jiyue."
Wen Zheliu always called He Jiuyue by her name, but he realized it was inappropriate when he called her out loud. Before he could change it, he saw He Jiuyue turned around, holding a sword that was still dripping with blood, and slowly walked towards him.
"How dare you, a mere criminal slave, address this princess by her name?"
A criminal slave? He was indeed guilty, but when did he become a slave?
Seeing his astonishment, He Jiuyue waved her sleeves and said, "Chen Jin, summon."
Chen Jin took out the imperial edict and read it in a drawling tone: "I sympathize with Princess Pingyang's meritorious service in defending the country and agree to release the youngest son of the Wen family, Wen Zheliu, in his request. However, Wen Zheliu may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment for his crimes. I will now demote him to the rank of a criminal slave and grant him the title of tutor to the Pingyang County Magistrate. I decree this—"
Although he was a slave, he was her slave.
He had clearly been transformed from a nobleman into a criminal slave, which was humiliating and his low status would easily expose his true identity, but he could stay by her side with a clear conscience, and for this reason, he actually felt excited.
"I heard that you are picking willow branches, and I am here to see the princess."
He Jiuyue didn't respond, but just stepped over the threshold.
Why didn't she answer him? ... Was she still angry with him? Or was he not humble enough?
"Princess," Wen Zheliu's heart was hanging in the air, his head was dizzy, and seeing that He Jiyue had no intention of staying, he reached out and grabbed her pomegranate skirt, "Princess, please stay!"
"Wen Zheliu, the emperor handed you over to me, not to ask me to take care of you, but to let me do whatever I want with you."
He Jiuyue raised her foot, intending to kick away his thin fingertips, but seeing that he had his head down and was breathing out broken white air from time to time, she couldn't bear it and just said, "Today, this princess doesn't want to see you. If you come around again, don't blame this princess for not considering our past friendship."
It was freezing cold outside, but He Jiuyue was strong and didn't feel the cold. Wen Zheliu was weak and sickly, and had already fainted from a fever.
If he stays outside any longer, he will die, and he cannot enter the mansion tonight. If he wants to enter the mansion later, I'm afraid the only word he can use is "difficult".
"Please, my lady, let me into your house."
He Jiuyue really had no way to deal with his persistence. Normally, when her subordinates in the military camp committed crimes, she would dare to beat them up. But it was different with Wen Zheliu. He was weak, and if he was beaten up, he might lose his life.
Moreover, she never hits men except on the battlefield.
"Who decided to leave this morning? Wen Zheliu, if you want to leave, go. If you want to stay, stay. What do you think the Princess's Mansion is?"
"I know my crime, and I beg the princess to punish me."
"You're so small, you can't bear the punishment." Wen Zheliu had a strong will to survive. He Jiyue grabbed his wrist and asked him to let go, but he couldn't pull it away. "Also, the Princess's Mansion doesn't keep useless people. Besides your good looks, what else do you have?"
What else does he have? Just this body.
In the past, I hated it most when others talked about my beauty or my weight. Now, when I hear about the willow branches being cut, I feel fortunate.
He lowered his eyebrows and looked submissive, like a water lily that could not withstand the wind, swaying in the wind and causing people to feel pity: "Whatever the princess wants me to do, I will do it."
"Anything is fine"?
Does he know that his concession is like a sheep begging the wolf to let him into the cave, and lying in front of the wolf and saying, "You can eat any piece of my meat you want"?
The flower on the mountain top, which has always been sacred and inviolable, was so compromised that He Jiuyue was really interested.
"First, change your address to wife and master."
He Jiyue turned her head and called Chen Jin into the house to get a porcelain bowl: "Second, cry until your tears fill this porcelain bowl."
Wen Zheliu blinked hard, trying to squeeze out tears, but he had been smooth sailing since childhood, loved by his parents and elder brother, and protected by He Jiyue, so he enjoyed wealth and glory without crying.
On the rare occasions, I would just pretend to take the blame for my eldest brother to appease my adoptive mother and father.
"You won't cry?"
Wen Zheliu was stunned and nodded.
He Jiuyue chuckled.
"You can't even cry, and you want to serve others? Fortunately, you met this princess. If it were someone else..." She said halfway and felt it was boring.
Who dared to touch the person that He Jiyue had personally ordered to be taken down? The last person who did so had his hand crippled.
"It seems that I still have to let this princess teach you well."
He Jiuyue lowered her head and ruthlessly pulled away Wen Zheliu's hand that was grabbing her skirt. She lifted him up and placed his stomach against her shoulders. This was much rougher than the gentle hug she had given him in prison.
The stomach is delicate, especially when having a fever. Wen Zheliu couldn't help but burp.
He broke out in a cold sweat: "Ugh, I feel like vomiting."
He Jiyue kept walking: "Just try spitting on my shoulder if you dare."
Wen Zheliu didn't dare to try it, but his stomach didn't agree.
His stomach was churning and he covered his mouth tightly. He actually felt his eyes starting to get moist and his nose getting sore.
She had never been so rough with him.
Fortunately, Wen Zheliu hadn't eaten much in the past two days, and his stomach was empty. After tossing and turning for a long time, he just felt nauseous and didn't vomit on He Jiuyue's shoulder.
"Princess, it's a cold and snowy night. Xiaoqing has made some ginger soup. Would you please go to Xiaoqing's room and have a bowl?"
Wen Zheliu had managed to suppress her discomfort, when she suddenly heard someone calling He Jiuyue. The scenery in front of her stopped moving, and she stopped.
"Xiaoqing, why are you standing here so late and not resting? You'll get wrinkles and become ugly, and then this princess won't want you anymore."
"Xiao Qing"? Who is it?
Wen Zheliu tried to turn around and look, but was restrained by He Jiuyue's hand and could not move. Just listening to Xiaoqing's voice as gentle as jade, he couldn't help feeling sad.
His voice is so gentle, is that what she likes?
"Cough, cough! Cough, cough, uh..." The man on his shoulder coughed violently. He Jiuyue subconsciously used her free hand to stroke his back. "No need. I don't like ginger."
She was about to leave, but Xiaoqing stopped her.
"My Lady, I can't sleep alone."
"Why can't you sleep again? Didn't Wu Yang, the Wu Yuanshi, prescribe you a prescription the day before yesterday?"
"Perhaps the palace is overloaded with masculine energy, and needs a female presence to dispel it." Xiaoqing's voice deepened, as if shy. "So the Taoist said. I don't know the specific reason, but seeing you makes me feel at ease. Could you condescend to stay in my little courtyard for one night?"
The front yard was silent, with only the sound of Zheliu's breathless coughing left.
"Tomorrow, tonight is not convenient."
Xiaoqing stared at the person on her shoulder whose face she couldn't see clearly and shouted loudly.
"Princess! Princess, please stay."
He Jiyue had long arms and legs, and her pace wasn't slow. Xiaoqing chased her across most of the yard before catching up with her. He stretched out his fingers and sniffed Zheliu's buttocks. "You've suddenly distanced yourself from me, is it because of him?"
He Jiuyue knew clearly that even if she said hypocritically, "It's not because of him, it's just because this princess is tired today", it would be better than just acquiescing at this moment, but wasn't she keeping Wen Zheliu to act as a shield?
How could you feel sorry for the knife marks on your shield and leave it unused while you bear the damage yourself?
"Yes," she began to laugh, "tonight it is your brother Zheliu who is serving you. Don't argue with him. Come back tomorrow."
Xiaoqing almost gritted his teeth. He had been in the mansion for nearly two months and had never succeeded in getting the princess to stay overnight. But how could Wen Zheliu get such an honor as soon as he arrived?
But the princess always likes harmony in the backyard, so he cannot act on impulse at this time and make a fuss out of jealousy, which would displease the princess.
"Congratulations, Princess, on the birth of your handsome husband."
He Jiuyue did not respond and went to the main hall.
Finally, they were turned around. Wen Zheliu squinted his eyes, trying to see what Xiaoqing holding the lantern looked like, but he was frightened.
Her backyard was bustling with activity, probably with hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of "Xiao Qings." And wasn't he also one of them at this moment? ... Why was he pretending to be so noble?
He Jiuyue threw him onto the hard camp bed with a "bang".
His back ached, but Wen Zheliu gritted his teeth and dared not say a word.
It was he who was at fault first, which was why Ji Yue was angry. He shouldn't have complained without reason, but should have endured it silently and let her calm down.
There was no charcoal fire burning in the house, so the temperature was the same as outside.
Hearing the sound of willows being cut, I felt so cold that I couldn't help shivering.
He Jiyue thought he had finally realized that the situation was not right and was about to continue to humbly beg for mercy from her. She raised his chin with her fingertips and said, "Just now you kept asking me to take you in. Now that you've come into the house, are you scared?"
Wen Zheliu shook his head silently and said nothing.
After his family affairs were exposed, he had been afraid of her. He was afraid that she would discover his life experience, that she would understand that he was the most important link in collaborating with the enemy, and that she would kill him with her own hands.
But in the end, she is the butcher and he is the meat, so there is no point in being afraid. She can kill him or chop him up as she pleases.
"There's no point in being afraid. You came to me on your own and boasted that I would do anything to you. So don't blame me, He Jiyue, for not being gentle with women."
Wen Zheliu's clothes were already torn, and she didn't need to tear them hard to reveal her snow-white skin underneath.
He Jiuyue said nothing and took a bite.
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