Chapter 77: On the verge of drowning, two imperial edicts
All the strength in Ji Qingwu's body was drained away.
She thought vaguely that she did not choose to jump into the river and drown.
But the paths lead to the same destination.
She fully experienced what it felt like to be suffocated and on the verge of drowning by this man's kiss.
Moreover, the root of her tongue was numb, so she couldn't even taste a bitter melon, let alone test its taste.
The person on her body is exactly the opposite of her.
The panting in his throat began to become deeper, and his handsome face pressed against her neck, rubbing her earlobe lightly.
His whole body was burning hot, even hotter than hers when she was possessed by Yishihuan before.
Although she could guess the reason, she had never experienced it truly.
Ji Qingwu reached out and carefully touched his forehead. Fortunately, it was okay, ruling out the almost impossible cause of fever.
Feeling her movements, an undercurrent flashed in Emperor Wu Su's eyes.
The arm that had been supporting him loosened, and his body completely pressed against her.
Ji Qingwu suddenly stopped moving, his hands and eyes stopped moving, he just stared at the bed curtains.
So heavy, so hot, so...
She tightened her abdomen and tried to minimize contact with him.
The woman under him had a gorgeous figure, like a powerless rose lying drunk on a branch in the morning.
What else could be the reason for his physical changes? Emperor Wu Su was in a state of rage, but this was not the right place.
If this continued, Ji Qingwu didn't know whether she would be humiliated to death or crushed to death first. She pushed him hard with both hands, but he didn't make things difficult for her. He used her strength to turn over and lie on his side.
Ji Qingwu had something in mind that he had always been curious about but had never asked. Now was a good time to talk about some serious topics to ease the overly heated atmosphere.
"Why is your majesty here?"
Emperor Wu Su lazily lifted a strand of her hair and twisted it around his fingers without giving a direct answer.
"What do you think?"
Ji Qingwu remembered what the servant said when he knocked on the door, and asked, "Did something big happen? I heard that Li, I heard that something happened in Prince Yong's Yucui Tower."
Li Chengxun's name was on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it smartly, as she still remembered the "lesson learned" from last time very clearly.
Emperor Wu Su picked up the pearl hairpin that had rolled to the side and played with it in his palm.
He asked, "When I came here, did you want to fight to the death with others?"
Thinking about what might really happen, Emperor Wu Su's expression turned cold again.
Ji Qingwu said innocently, "I didn't know it was His Majesty who came, otherwise it wouldn't have been like this."
Emperor Wu Su raised his eyelids to look at her and asked, "Now that you know it's me, you give up resistance and surrender, letting me do whatever I want?"
"Well, that won't happen either."
As they talked, the atmosphere between them began to become strange again.
Ji Qingwu avoided his gaze and asked again with clear thoughts: "The emperor hasn't said why he came yet. What happened in Yucui Tower?"
It must be a very serious matter to call away the lustful Prince Yong. Could Ji Changyan's mistake be related to this matter?
She really wanted to know the reason behind it.
Emperor Wu Su twisted her chin and said, "Awu, if you really want to know, the information must be exchanged for something of equal value."
Ji Qingwu looked at the item in his hand and said, "If your majesty likes this pearl hairpin, can you exchange it?"
Emperor Wu Su shook his head: "It's not enough."
"I'll make it up next time, okay?"
He remained noncommittal.
Perhaps it was because the look Emperor Wu Su gave her was too warm, Ji Qingwu was moved and took hold of his sleeve.
She felt a little nervous, after all, she had been pushed away by him twice before.
Emperor Wu Su looked at the slender fingers as smooth as jade pressing on the dark blue fabric, and he also remembered those two times.
The first time she pulled his sleeve was in Zhaoyang Palace, because of her engagement with Li Chengxun. The second time was by the lotus pond, so she could go see her brother Ji Changlin.
They all come to him for help regarding other men's affairs.
Ji Qingwu had been observing his expression, and seeing that the corners of his mouth were tense, he was mentally prepared to be pushed away again.
Emperor Wu Su took action. He turned his palm over and held her fingers, clasping them in his palm.
Then, he pulled it to his lips, bent down and kissed it again and again, not missing any knuckles.
The touch of soft lips on my fingertips brought me an unprecedented feeling of being cherished.
Ji Qingwu felt his heart skipped a beat. The saying "the heart is connected to the fingers" should be true, as his heartbeat seemed to follow the frequency of his delicate kisses.
Emperor Wu Su threw away the pearl hairpin, apparently having found a toy that suited his taste better. He grasped her fingers in his palms, squeezing and kneading them.
Ji Qingwu couldn't help but lightly scratched his palm with his fingers.
He took his last bite and then spoke, "Former Imperial Censor Yan Zongrang was assassinated. This case is of great importance and involves many people. I have given it to Li Chengxun to investigate. Seeing that he has difficulty in investigating, I happened to have a clue, so I gave it to him."
"I came here..." He said in a very serious manner, "to supervise the investigation of this case."
The corners of Ji Qingwu's lips curled up uncontrollably.
"Your Majesty just happened to pass the news to him tonight, and just happened to be supervising the investigation on the dragon boat, and just happened to walk into the room where Prince Yong lives."
The eyes are as bright as light as they turn.
She smiled and said, "It's just right that your majesty has so many. It means... my fortune is really good. I will go to Hanshan Temple to worship Buddha and fulfill my wish tomorrow."
Hearing her witty words, Emperor Wu Su curled up the corners of his lips and pressed her hand to his chest.
"Why go to Hanshan Temple to fulfill your wish? There is a ready-made wish in front of you." He added, "When you go home, stay in your own courtyard. No matter who invites you, don't go out."
Ji Qingwu didn't understand what this sentence meant at that time.
The next day, when the sky was bright.
Two imperial edicts arrived at the Ji Mansion.
One was that Ji Changyan, the second son of the Ji family, was detained in the imperial prison run by the Imperial City Administration for murdering the former censor.
The second is that the fifth daughter of the Ji family, Ji Qingwu, offended the emperor yesterday and was ordered to be under house arrest. She was not allowed to leave the courtyard without the emperor's order, and outsiders were not allowed to enter.
Old Madam Ji had no time to pay attention to the second imperial edict.
As soon as she heard that Ji Changyan was sent to the imperial prison, she almost couldn't stand, and the nanny beside her supported her to prevent her from falling.
It turned out that the emperor had not rewarded the Ji family a few days ago, and it was Ji Changyan who caused the disaster.
Madam Ji reacted quickly and immediately said to the nanny beside her: "Go and hand the Queen Mother a sign. I want to go into the palace."
When the imperial edict arrived, Ji Qingwu was still asleep, so he didn't know there were two more people at the door.
Sanchuan was simply transferred from a secret guard to a visible guard, and Emperor Wu Su also sent one more person. The two guards were like two door gods, guarding the entrance of Wutong Garden.
Any birds passing by would be glared at fiercely by them, and then flap their wings and run away.
Sihai pursed his lips and said, "Brother Chuan, how is your injury?"
Sanchuan glanced at him and said weakly, "Still alive."
Yesterday, because something happened to the fifth young lady of the Ji family, Sanchuan was punished when he went to report the news. It was a unique punishment of the Secret Guard Department, which was whipping.
The epidermis will not be injured, but the underlying muscles and fascia will be torn, and the pain will last at least a month before healing.
Sihai looked at Sanchuan's pale lips and asked in a low voice: "Who is that person inside?"
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