Chapter 50 Seeking Favor He was worried that if he said "I'm afraid", He Jiyue would...
"...Princess, thank you for your slave."
Wen Zheliu was really puzzled. He carefully pulled the corner of He Jiuyue's clothes, claiming that he had changed from an equal "I" to a "slave" inferior to He Jiuyue. He quietly turned himself into the submissive slave, just asking her to pay attention to him.
Hearing the "Princess" who was breaking the willow branches becoming more and more hoarse, He Jiuyue's heart began to ache again.
Last time she didn't choose him in the suburbs of Beijing, and then she didn't want him in Changle Palace. How big a psychological trauma did it leave on him, that he was so humble to her now?
He used to be such a young man full of vigor and vitality.
But bringing Wen Zheliu back to the Princess's Mansion was not something she had planned. The reasons were, firstly, not wanting to lose face in front of the foreign envoys, and secondly... she was not a loveless god, she also had her own selfish desires and would favor someone.
But her loss of control can only be limited to this time, and the things that have been planned afterwards must not go any further.
Wen Zheliu has lost all her relatives and is helpless, which is certainly worthy of sympathy, but she commands a Red Armor Army of over ten thousand people, and as a general, she is also responsible for her soldiers.
Not to mention his sick father and ignorant younger brother.
"Ahem, princess, ahem, princess!"
After all, it was a snowy night, and the wind was much colder than during the day. In order to look good, Wen Zheliu only wore a thin coat. When the wind blew head-on, his lung disease immediately flared up.
He covered his chest with his hands and coughed intermittently, almost unable to breathe.
But even though he coughed until tears covered the corners of his eyes, he was still tugging at the corner of He Jiuyue's clothes, and carefully called her "Princess" in a hoarse voice.
Ripples appeared in He Jiuyue's heart, but in the end she couldn't bear to ignore Wen Zheliu.
She tested the wall of the pot with the back of her hand and found it was slightly warm, so she picked up the pot and poured a glass of water for Wen Zheliu.
"What are you calling me for?" She handed him the cup.
Wen Zheliu's coughing made his mouth dry. He was stunned for a moment, then he took the liquid with his white fingertips and took a sip carefully. A tearful light flickered in his dark eyes: "Why are you willing to be my slave again?"
After licking the water, his lips were no longer pale and chapped, but instead had a layer of moisture. With the way he knelt properly, he looked like a well-behaved cat.
He Jiuyue swallowed.
She turned her head away: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
He Jiuyue wanted to go back and talk later, but Dugu Qiu came up at this time, holding a bottle of liquor and toasting with a smile, like a guest asking for candy from the bride and groom.
"The princess is so lucky to have such a beautiful woman."
He Jiyue drank it all calmly: "It is also thanks to Envoy Dugu."
Dugu Qiu chatted with her in a random manner, while quietly hiding his hand in the corner of the table, and asked Wen Zheliu who was huddled aside with the unique gestures of Xiyue.
"Prince, when do you plan to leave?"
This time, she went to the Central Plains on the orders of Situ Yun, of course not only to offer secret medicine and handsome men and to make friends with the Central Plains, but the most important thing was to welcome back their prince, Wen Zheliu.
Their Western Yue was similar to the Central Plains in that women were respected and no men inherited the throne.
However, Situ Yun had a special physique, making it difficult for a man to conceive a child. Even though Xiyue tried all kinds of secret recipes for having a child, she was unable to achieve her wish until Wen Zheliu's biological father, Chen Yi, appeared.
Before being forcibly abducted into the Xiyue Palace, he was just a young boy living on the border between the Central Plains and the Western Regions.
No one expected that he would quietly become pregnant with the child of the royal family of Western Yue in such a short period of time, and take advantage of the attack by the Central Plains Princess He Yuyao to escape back to the Central Plains along with the civilians who were captured from Western Yue.
The royal family of Xiyue has always attached great importance to offspring. When Chen Yicai ran back to the Central Plains and gave birth to a child in the wilderness with great difficulty, the imperial teacher of Xiyue calculated that Situ Yun had a prince who was living abroad.
The royal family must not be allowed to drift abroad. Situ Yun had just used a secret medicine to find Wen Zheliu's biological father, Chen Yi, and was about to take him back to Xiyue again. Unfortunately, Chen Yi had already entered the prime minister's residence at that time, and Xiyue was defeated by He Yuyao and suffered heavy losses. It would be unwise to start a war again for the prince who had mixed Central Plains blood.
When Situ Yun had his first child, he always wanted to see him, but due to the situation between the two countries, he had to communicate with Wen Zheliu through letters, watching him transform the Western Yue language from crooked earthworm characters into clear and handsome characters.
After all, Situ Yun was reluctant to let Wen Zheliu go, so he weighed the pros and cons again and again, and reluctantly made an agreement with Chen Yi.
Chen Yixu had to tell Wen Zheliu that he was a mixed-race of two countries, teach him the Western Vietnamese language, and send him back to Western Vietnam when he came of age.
The reward she gave to Chen Yi was all the secret medicines and secret manuals of Xiyue that were only open to members of the royal family.
Although Wen Zheliu is a man, he has never set foot on the territory of Xiyue from birth to now when he is eighteen. He only has half the blood of the Xiyue royal family, but this does not matter.
First of all, he was the only son of Situ Yun.
Secondly, when he was born, the omnipotent Xiyue State Master had already recognized him.
He will be the king of the next generation.
Dugu Qiu was anxious to bring Wen Zheliu back to Xiyue to report to his superiors, but Wen Zheliu was not in a hurry at all.
He fought and struggled, and finally got the chance to sit at the same table with He Jiuyue again. He was so happy that he felt like he was floating on the water. How could he even remember that he had originally planned to leave?
"Don't leave yet." Wen Zheliu gestured slowly, "The original plan is on hold. You guys stay put."
After receiving the order, Dugu Qiu casually told Emperor Jingming that he was suffering from acclimatization and wanted to return home early to recuperate, then turned around and left.
She was the only outsider present. Once she left, Emperor Jingming no longer had to pretend to be merciful, and He Jiuyue no longer had to put on an act. For a moment, the banquet became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
He Jiuyue stood up suddenly, and her heart ached when she heard Zheliu.
Was she going to say to He Feng, "I agreed to exchange my father for Wen Zheliu just now so as not to embarrass you in front of the envoy. Now that the envoy has left, there is no need to put on a show anymore"?
...Just say it if you want to.
The most exquisite packaging will always be removed in the most cruel way.
He has been smiling in his sweet dream for so long, it's time to wake up.
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the executioner to kill him.
But all he heard was her whisper: "Wen Zheliu, go back home."
The handsome man was taken to another empty carriage by Chen Jin. Wen Zheliu and He Jiuyue took the front carriage back to the mansion. Finally, they could step on the carriage of the princess's mansion again. Wen Zheliu walked as if he was walking on soft clouds in the sky, floating lightly.
The carriage rocked.
He Jiuyue sat upright in the middle seat, closing her eyes to rest. Wen Zheliu huddled aside, carefully looking at her in the moonlight.
There are bruises under her eyes. Was she tired in the southeast?
Infatuated with painting his beloved, Wen Zheliu subconsciously wanted to find paper and pen to draw He Jiuyue at this moment.
The portrait of He Jiuyue that he had painted in the Prime Minister's Residence was rolled up and stuffed under the wooden pillow in the side hall of the Princess's Mansion when he was temporarily staying there.
At that time, He Jiuyue was fighting on the battlefield and showed his prowess.
At this time, her emotions were not visible on her face, making her hard to understand.
Wen Zheliu stretched out her white hand and traced He Jiuyue's cheek, carefully tracing her outline. The carriage stopped suddenly.
With a dull thud, he crashed into He Jiuyue's arms.
The distance between them suddenly shortened, and the fresh scent of soapberries from He Jiuyue's clothes lingered around his nose. Wen Zheliu's heart couldn't stop pounding, and his body was in turmoil. He couldn't sit steadily on He Jiuyue's legs, and he swayed slightly and almost fell down.
In order to maintain his balance, he subconsciously wanted to wrap his hands around He Jiuyue's neck for stability as he did before, but when he was about to touch her, he paused and retreated cautiously.
She accommodated him only in compliance with the order of His Majesty, and it had nothing to do with him. He approached her rashly just to throw himself into her arms.
He doesn't deserve it.
Noticing that Wen Zheliu twisted his waist and tried to get off his legs, He Jiuyue released his hands that were supporting his hips to prevent him from accidentally falling.
The two men got off the carriage one after the other, facing each other in silence, leaving only the rustling sound of their boots moving in the snow.
After all, it was almost a month since he last visited the Princess's Mansion. Wen Zheliu widened his eyes and looked around inconspicuously. From a distance, he saw a young man leaning against the door.
He has fair skin and beautiful looks, and is indescribably youthful and charming.
He just kept rubbing his eyes with his hands, and I didn't know whether he was crying or too sleepy to open his eyes.
Hearing the willow being cut, he paused.
During the time when He Jiuyue was fighting, he was not by her side. Did she take in a new man?
However, she has been fighting for many years, which has consumed a lot of physical energy. She also has a noble status, so it is normal for her to have a few more men serving her in the mansion.
Based on He Jiuyue's personality, would she carry the boy back to the couch in the house, gently tuck him in the quilt, and coax him to sleep in a low voice?
She had been so gentle to him before.
The tip of his nose felt slightly sour, and Wen Zheliu turned his face away, not looking at the tired young man leaning against the door frame, nodding his head.
It seemed that if she didn't look at this young man, he could successfully deceive herself. In the more than a month since He Jiuyue left, he was still the only man around.
"Chen Jin." He Jiuyue turned her head and called Chen Jin over, then casually pointed at the young man at the door with her fingertips, "Carry him in."
Wen Zheliu initially thought that He Jiuyue wanted Chen Jin to carry him into the house. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Princess. I'm not unable to walk." When he raised his eyes, he found that the young man standing at the door had been carried away.
Chen Jin was heading to the side hall.
Hmm? Side hall?
Isn't that where he lives? If this young man lives there, where does he live? Could it be that once this young man arrives, he has no place to live in the Princess's Mansion?
"What are you standing there for?" He Jiuyue took two steps and found that the person behind her had not caught up yet, so she stopped and said, "Catch up."
She moved very fast. Even though Wen Zheliu followed her closely and tried his best to increase his pace, he was still left several miles behind in the blink of an eye.
"Princess." His voice was slightly breathless.
"You are walking too fast. I can't keep up with you."
He Jiuyue stopped and looked back suddenly.
The Princess's Mansion was not like the Imperial Palace, which was illuminated by hundreds of large red lanterns. People could only identify objects by the stars in the sky and the oil lamps held by people. He Jiuyue did not carry an oil lamp, and Wen Zheliu did not notice the animality rising in her eyes.
Before she could finish the words "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion", her lips were blocked by He Jiuyue.
“Hmm!”
Wen Zheliu's whole body stiffened, and after a moment, it collapsed limply, like melting ice and snow, merging into the water of a great river.
Her kiss was still so domineering.
"Ha, ho..."
I couldn't breathe when I heard the willow being broken, and my lungs felt like fireworks were exploding, causing a sharp pain.
Unable to bear it any longer, he pushed He Jiuyue away with all his strength.
His cold hands kept rubbing his heart and lungs, which were painful from excessive breathing. He opened his mouth and breathed out white air in the freezing water outside. It took him a while to catch his breath.
He Jiuyue raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth.
"Are you scared?"
Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her eyes were still emotionless. In the cold moonlight, she looked like a stern Buddha statue, with only a faint calmness, as if the passionate person who suddenly kissed Wen Zheliu just now was not her.
Wen Zheliu had known her for many years, but he couldn't tell from her calm gaze what she was going to say next.
Or drag him into the house and continue what was unfinished.
He had been missing her for a long time.
His only worry was that He Jiuyue would not continue if he said "I'm afraid".
Wen Zheliu shook his head slowly.
"No, I'm not afraid."
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