Chapter 275: The Misdeeds of the Imperial History Book


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Chapter 275: The Misdeeds of the Imperial History Book

The jade belt embroidered with a golden dragon was thrown at Ji Qingwu's feet.

Emperor Wu Su replied as a matter of course: "So this time, it is me who appears before you."

Ji Qingwu was indignant at his twisted logic.

She was not allowed to appear in front of him, but he came and went freely and did whatever he wanted. There was no law or regulations.

But who can blame him for being the emperor?

That day, in Zhaoyang Palace, he spoke such heartless words to her in front of everyone. She could sense that there was a reason for it and that what he said was not true.

But until the emperor was assassinated, he died of his injuries, and now he has miraculously recovered...

Only at this moment did Ji Qingwu realize that Emperor Wu Su had not revealed anything to her before taking action.

His thoughts were so deep and deliberately hidden that even if she tried her best, she couldn't understand or see through them.

Why should she let him mess up her heart if he wants to?

The man in front of him stood in front of the bed with his clothes untied. Ji Qingwu said sternly, "But Your Majesty showed up at the Wei family late at night in the women's room in the backyard, which is against etiquette."

Emperor Wu Su remained unmoved and took off his outer robe with his right hand, revealing his inner shirt and underwear.

Ji Qingwu stared closely at his hands as he continued to unbutton his shirt.

"But I already..."

He swiftly threw his moon-white undershirt aside, revealing his muscular body in the light.

Ji Qingwu paused.

When I applied medicine to him before, I had seen this healthy and lean body.

She was worried about his injuries at the time and did not examine him carefully. She was a doctor and did not distinguish between genders when it came to her patients.

He had broad and solid shoulders with strong and firm lines, though his left chest was still wrapped in a bandage. However, this did not diminish his heroic look in the slightest, but instead made his masculine figure look even taller and more majestic.

Ji Qingwu couldn't take her eyes away, but now was not the time to indulge in male beauty.

She clenched her hands into fists and closed her eyes.

His throat tightened as he said, "But my subject is already married."

Just two words...

It can instantly make Emperor Wu Su's muscles tense up, and even cause obvious blue veins to appear in his waist and abdomen.

There was a cold gleam of anger in his eyes.

Even if Ji Qingwu didn't open her eyes, she could still feel the cold gaze on her face.

All the friendly disguises that Emperor Wu Su had put on before were easily removed by the word "minister".

In the current situation, Ji Qingwu believed that it was not her fault. She could say it was just fate or that the two of them were not destined to be together.

But no matter what the future holds, she has things to abide by now.

Ji Qingwu raised his eyelashes and looked at the dragon claw on the belt of the man at his feet.

She raised her voice a little to give herself courage.

"Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of the imperial censors' remonstrances? Aren't you afraid of having bad records in the history books?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Wu Su's lips were filled with an unbridled smile.

"So what?"

He said in a chillingly cold voice: "It has long been my turn to write the history books!"

Ji Qingwu was shocked speechless by these overbearing words.

She thought that Emperor Wu Su, like every other emperor, wanted to become an emperor who would be remembered forever and leave a name that would be praised and admired in the history books.

But he doesn't care about that.

So what does he care about?

Ji Qingwu had nowhere to retreat and was soon forced to the corner of the bed by Emperor Wu Su, who held her soft waist and trapped her under his body.

He never gave her a chance to speak.

A heavy weight fell on Ji Qingwu's body, pressing firmly on her. She had difficulty breathing. With her lips captured by him, breathing became a luxury.

Just now she felt that her body was airtight, but now it was completely airtight, hot and stuffy. Beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and he kissed them all away.

After calming down a little, Ji Qingwu reached out to push him away, but Emperor Wu Su did not move and kissed him even more fiercely.

She could only passively endure it all, her face soon flushed with rosy pink, more eye-catching than the bright red brocade quilt beneath her.

Her rosy and moon-like face soon attracted the favor of Emperor Wu Su.

He pinched her fair neck, and Ji Qingwu raised her head and gasped heavily.

There is no tender and sweet compassion, only plunder and brutal occupation.

It was as if he wanted to leave the deepest mark on every inch of her skin, a mark that belonged only to him.

Ji Qingwu's voice was intermittent: "Where is this? Do you still know?"

Emperor Wu Su told her through his own actions that he knew.

Not only do you know it, but you also have to risk this great disapproval.

The cloth that barely covered his chest was still there, but it was wrinkled into a ball and could no longer hide anything.

Ji Qingwu's water-red silk pants were also lost.

She made a dissatisfied sound, and the large hand around her throat tightened uncontrollably.

The second half of the sound was muffled in the nasal cavity and slowly dissipated.

To Emperor Wu Su's ears, it sounded indescribably tender.

The man's eyes were as dark as ink.

Emperor Wu Su stood up straight, his muscles were firm and his barriers were deep. His muscles rippled and expanded in rhythm with his breathing.

He shed the only obstacle in his body, and his extremely aggressive wildness was completely released.

The night wind blew in from outside. She turned her head and looked at the door that creaked in the wind with a dazed look.

This wind also awakened Ji Qingwu's reason.

She grabbed the moon-white undershirt he had thrown beside the pillow and was about to run under the bed, but Emperor Wu Su easily held her down.

At this moment, the two of them were honest with each other, and it was self-evident what would happen next.

Ji Qingwu used all his strength to push him away, and his nails left long bloody marks on his body.

Not long after, the smell of blood came to my nose.

It turned out to be Ji Qingwu's hand that accidentally touched the wound on his left chest.

There was already blood seeping out of the bandage.

The bright red color was exactly the same as the red wedding quilt under Ji Qingwu.

Emperor Wu Su seemed not to notice. Seeing that she stopped struggling, he raised the corner of his lips and said, "What's wrong? You can't bear to let her go?"

After all, the injury was on the heart meridian, and Ji Qingwu was both angry and anxious.

"Are you going to die?"

Emperor Wu Su grabbed her wrist and pressed it on his wound. When Ji Qingwu's hand touched the wet blood, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

He said in a deep voice: "The real injury is inside, and only you can heal it."

Compared with the toughness of his behavior, these words were full of affection and seemed to contain a bit of a prayer.

The blood on her fingertips seemed to flow along her skin into her heart and merge with her blood.

Ji Qingwu's eyes changed several times.

She began to gently stroke his chest with her fingers through the bandages.

Emperor Wu Su's tense jaw relaxed a little as he enjoyed her touch and comfort.

When he half-closed his eyes in comfort, Ji Qingwu suddenly pushed him hard.

Emperor Wu Su groaned in pain.

Ji Qingwu withdrew his hand, his fingertips were burning.

Just now, he could clearly have avoided it.

Not only did he not dodge, he also moved his body and actively bumped into her right hand.

He did it on purpose!

He deliberately made her soften her heart and fulfill his wish!

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