Because of the chaotic situation, Ji Wuyu did not dare to take Ruan Qing'an too far. He stopped on the roof of the Yongle Marquis's mansion and wrapped Ruan Qing'an in a cloak.
Ji Wuyu lowered his eyes, tying the ribbon as he said, "Don't catch a cold. The night air is cool tonight, and it's easy to catch a cold."
Ruan Qing'an nodded slightly, but after a moment of silence, she moved closer to Ji Wuyu little by little. By the time the absent-minded Ji Wuyu noticed, she had already sat down close to him and leaned on his shoulder.
Her slender, slightly cool fingertips hooked around Ji Wuyu's hand.
Ruan Qing'an said softly, "Your Highness, please speak your mind. I'm here and will listen the whole time. You can say whatever you want."
"...I just don't know where to begin."
As Ji Wuyu spoke, his dark eyes were half-closed: "It's quite interesting. As the bloodline of my father, I am the least likable. I never knew this before. I thought my mother was just an ordinary palace maid who climbed into the emperor's bedchamber, but my subordinates found out something else."
"My father used to like a woman very much, but he was not a man of deep feelings at all. After becoming emperor, he didn't care much about that woman."
“Until my mother climbed into my bedchamber and killed that woman in order to win favor, this one dead person was enough to bear the weight of my father’s deep affection, because he posed no threat to him. He amplified the love in his heart to the maximum and then hated my mother, including me.”
Ji Wuyu scoffed, clearly mocking Ji Hao's behavior. Ji Hao dared not love, fearing it would harm himself, so he only showed extraordinary "affection" after someone's death, which was an insult to the emotion of "love" that was trampled on to the ground.
Even after his mother passed away, Ji Wuyu, as the child of a sinner in Ji Hao's eyes, still had to apologize to his "beloved," so he couldn't stand him no matter what.
Having roughly understood the story behind it, Ruan Qing'an rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache: "His Majesty is really..."
037 added: 【What a scumbag.】
Ruan Qing'an paused, then nodded. She sat close to Ji Wuyu and suddenly asked, "Is Your Highness confused?"
"confused?"
Ji Wuyu was slightly taken aback, then chuckled and said, "No, it's just that I find it ridiculous that the suffering I endured in the first half of my life stemmed from such a thing."
He has always prioritized self-interest and the development of his own power. To be precise, the only way to survive in the palace is to be devoid of emotions, which is a fatal flaw. That's how Ji Wuyu got by.
Ruan Qing'an was silent for a moment, then asked in return, "What about the rest of your life?"
"..."
Ji Wuyu said lightly, "Destroy them."
Ji Wuyu never hesitated in the slightest when it came to taking revenge on the royal family in the palace. He seemed to have thought of something, and his voice carried a hint of cold ferocity.
Ji Wuyu said, “I was once thrown into a hunting ground, wrapped in deerskin, and almost had an arrow through my heart; I was also once banished to the cold palace, and almost had my leg bitten off by the vicious dog raised by my elder brother, leaving me crippled for life; I couldn’t swim before, but I was still forced into a pond to look for a non-existent ring, and almost drowned.”
"As for my father, I still remember that when I was seriously injured in the hunting grounds, he casually sent me away, fearing that I would affect the hunting ceremony. But my second brother, who threw me into the hunting grounds and almost killed me, was the one who protected and indulged me."
Ji Wuyu's voice grew colder and colder. He narrowed his dark eyes and sneered, "My second brother is already dead. And... I won't let them off the hook either."
"Your Highness, killing one's lord and brother is not a good reputation."
"It's just a detail in later historical records."
Ji Wuyu didn't care about these empty titles. Besides, if he really won the final battle for the throne, how he wrote the victor's name was entirely up to him.
However, at this moment, Ji Wuyu's palm was poked. He subconsciously looked up and saw Ruan Qing'an looking at him with her chin in her hands.
A smile curved her lips, which were a deep, kissable red. She said softly, "Your Highness, what I mean is, regicide and fratricide are not good things to do with my reputation, but... I don't seem to care."
"Qing'an, you..."
Ji Wuyu was stunned, staring at her with his dark eyes.
Ruan Qing'an's words were undoubtedly telling him that they were a community, or that even in this kind of situation, she was still willing to do it with him.
Their success made them a part of history.
fail……
Ruan Qing'an, his eyes half-closed, smiled without fading: "If we fail, then we'll all die without a burial place, Your Highness."
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Ji Wuyu sat there, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and even his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, yet he could not conceal the turbulent emotions surging within him.
【Affection Level: 90】
The next moment, Ruan Qing'an was pressed down onto the soft cloak, and all she could see were those eyes staring at her, as if they were engraving her into their very being.
The delicate, dense kisses fell like rain along her swan-like neck, then slowly moved downwards, while their hands were intertwined.
Behind them, the lights of thousands of homes shone brightly.
They embraced each other alone in a corner of the shadows, coexisting with one another. Ji Wuyu never realized that this feeling was almost addictive to him.
However... what broke the silence and ambiguity was a roar from his father-in-law, which almost made Ji Wuyu roll off the roof.
"You bastards! You're not married yet, let go of my daughter!"
Ji Wuyu: This father-in-law is practically ready to throw a knife at me.
...
However, with Ruan Changhong's supervision, Ji Wuyu behaved himself and dared not make any moves. He acted like a proper gentleman and carefully helped Ruan Qing'an back to her room.
Of course, in this era, even upright gentlemen did not enter women's boudoirs.
Although Ji Wuyu's cloak provided shelter and she was wrapped in a fox fur coat, Ruan Qing'an still inevitably caught a chill. Her health was really too poor, and she could only cough softly, her hand covered in blood.
Ji Wuyu had already hurriedly gone out to fetch the medicine, while Ruan Qing'an leaned against the bed, her brows furrowed weakly.
"Little system, the original owner's body doesn't have many days left, does it?"
037: [Ah... with your divine soul strength supporting me, Ancestor, I should be able to hold on for a while longer.]
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing'an pressed his temples.
In the original story, the original owner should have died long ago at this point, so she never delved into the matter of the original owner. But now it seems a bit off. The original owner was the legitimate daughter of the Yongle Marquis's mansion.
Not only that, the military also knew about the original owner, and the original owner had even served in the military when he was a child.
It shouldn't be like this, and it's unlikely that his health is this bad.
And...why did Ruan Changhong suddenly relinquish his military power, become the Marquis of Yongle, and then remain trapped in the capital?
Ruan Qing'an felt something was wrong. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Lu Zhu's voice came from outside: "Miss, it's time to take your medicine."
"Okay, come in."
As soon as Ruan Qing'an finished speaking, her pupils suddenly contracted.
Wait a minute, didn't Ji Wuyu already go to get the medicine? Why is Green Bamboo bringing over another portion? And... Green Bamboo has been my personal maid since I was a child, and she's always been in charge of the medicine.
Could it be...?
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