Chapter 141 How could someone point a sword at their own wife?
Ji Qingwu tilted his head and changed his approach.
"I thought Your Majesty must be very busy with important matters, and I didn't want to take up too much of Your Majesty's time."
These words were so generous and reasonable, but he would rather she be willful and reckless.
Emperor Wusu gave her a deep look.
He said, "I will give you some more time, but this time it won't be long."
His gaze swept across her face with an almost tangible intensity, delivering his final ultimatum.
This time, Ji Qingwu did not avoid the topic, but boldly met his eyes and calmly nodded, saying, "This subject understands."
But what I was really thinking was that I should just wait as long as I could.
"I hope you really understand."
He left those words behind, then turned and strode away.
*
Even in the dead of night, the Hall of Diligent Governance was still brightly lit, as bright as day.
Emperor Wusu returned to the palace and continued reviewing memorials.
Only after most of the memorials had received imperial comments did he put down his pen to calm himself down, but his gaze never left the large sandalwood desk beneath him.
He was lost in thought.
The candlelight crackled as Li Yuzong stood quietly at the palace entrance, his face etched with exhaustion.
Emperor Wusu was in good spirits, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table.
He didn't need to think about it consciously; a certain image would suddenly pop into his mind.
It was broad daylight, and Ji Qingwu was curled up under another desk, looking both charming and pitiful.
Vivid and sensual scenes flashed through his mind.
He wasn't a licentious man, but as soon as he touched her body, or even just got close to her, he couldn't help but want to touch her more, and couldn't help but want to succumb to her.
Thinking back to their first time, in the northern military camp, in his main tent, how she gracefully sat down...
Emperor Wusu, breathing heavily, picked up the strong tea beside him and forcibly suppressed the erotic thoughts in his heart.
His patience was running out, but no matter how urgent it was, he could only endure it.
If he only wanted her body, he wouldn't have needed to go to this trouble; he had plenty of ways to make her submit to him.
But as the art of war dictates, winning hearts and minds is superior to conquering cities; psychological warfare is superior to physical warfare.
From beginning to end, his aim was always that heart, as radiant as crystal, clear inside and out.
In the past few days, Ji Qingwu's little brain has been working at high speed, and her behavior when interacting with him has also changed significantly.
Too much of a good thing can be bad. Don't let her gentle and mild nature fool you; if pushed too far, she can bite without hesitation.
Emperor Wusu pinched the bridge of his nose.
A long sigh echoed from inside the hall.
Upon hearing the sound, Li Yuzong, who was so sleepy he could barely stand, quickly perked up and came in to serve the emperor tea and water.
Emperor Wusu gave a few instructions in a low voice.
Li Yuzong's eyes lit up, and he was about to jokingly praise the emperor's wisdom, but when he remembered that the emperor had said his smile was ugly, he held back and respectfully agreed.
*
The same night.
Princess Huachang finally caught up with the army's carriages heading to the northern border.
However, Yuchi Lianping's marching speed was far beyond what ordinary carriages could match.
Because they were chasing each other, the carriage was moving at almost a frantic pace. Princess Huachang got carsick on the way and vomited several times, almost bringing up bile.
She had never suffered like this before; she was so weak and listless.
The army's vehicles and horses were resting near the post station.
Suddenly, a carriage stopped in front of Yuchi Lianping. He squinted at it and saw that the carriage's decorations seemed to be from Lin'an. He thought that he missed Huachang too much and felt that this carriage was somewhat similar to the one belonging to the Princess.
Because they were rushing, the exquisite silks on all four sides of the carriage were splattered with mud, and the gold-inlaid and jewel-encrusted windows were covered in dust.
It's so dirty, it doesn't look like it at all!
Yu Chi Lianping said in a bad mood, "Don't stop here, let's go quickly."
The carriage remained motionless, still parked in front of him.
"Can't you understand what I'm saying?!"
The carriage curtain twitched, and the coachman, though frightened by the general's dark-faced shouts, remained motionless.
Yuchi Lianping strode closer, stepped onto the carriage, lifted the curtain, and glanced inside. Seeing the elaborate furnishings, he knew it was a carriage for women.
There were no candles lit inside the car, so the woman's face was not clearly visible.
Suddenly, the woman moved, drawing her long sword and aiming it directly at his throat.
Yuchi Lianping remained calm and fearless. The sword had no chance to get close to him. He nimbly dodged to the side and slashed at her arm, causing the woman's sword to fall to the ground.
Then he cursed, "Damn it, someone dares to assassinate me!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers drew their weapons and surrounded the carriage.
He grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her out of the carriage.
The woman's face, revealed in the bright moonlight, outshone even the moonlight itself.
Before the soldiers, the incomparably brave general froze, stunned.
That beautiful and ethereal woman slapped Yuchi Lianping hard across the face.
The slap made a crisp sound, which was very clear in the night.
A soldier who had never seen Princess Huachang before rushed over, angrily shouting, "Who are you? How dare you hit a general! You have some nerve!"
Yuchi Lianping snapped out of his daze and kicked him, yelling, "Get out! Who gave you the right to speak!"
Princess Huachang, still rubbing her arm where he had struck her with a palm earlier in the carriage, said to the coachman, "Hand me the sword."
Upon hearing her words, without the coachman needing to do anything, Yuchi Lianping eagerly went to pick up the snow sword from the ground for her, and even thoughtfully wiped the dust off the sword with his sleeve before handing it to her.
His eyes were incredibly bright.
Princess Huachang took the sword, and with a flick of her wrist, the snow sword was now held horizontally against his neck.
"You audacious assassin! Release our general at once!"
Who are you?! Don't you want to die?!
Several loyal soldiers had already drawn their swords and were about to surround them.
Yuchi Lianping stared intently at the Princess's face, which, under the moonlight, was even more elegant and refined than a fairy's.
He swallowed hard, turned his head, and shouted at them.
"This is my wife! All of you get the hell away from me!"
The soldier didn't believe it: "Who points a sword at their wife the moment they meet..."
Yuchi Lianping said, "This is about enjoyment; what do you know, you little brat?"
Seeing that he still had time to talk, Princess Huachang endured the pain in her arm and pressed the tip of her sword against his neck.
Yu Chi Lianping tilted his head back obediently, his face beaming with joy, and said, "I'm so glad you could come."
It was as if she wasn't trying to kill him, but rather flirting with him.
Princess Huachang looked at him and said coldly, "I came here because you truly deserve to die!"
Knowing he was in the wrong, Yuchi Lianping didn't argue, but just smiled foolishly at the princess who looked like a fairy under the moon.
In front of so many people, Princess Huachang felt her face flush with embarrassment at his simple and honest smile.
Not wanting to be watched like a monkey show, she angrily sheathed her sword and impatiently commanded, "Come in!"
Princess Huachang returned to her carriage first, while Yuchi Lianping swaggered around, surveying the dumbfounded soldiers.
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