Chapter 172 Is he really that good? You're not allowed to marry him!
Ji Qingwu slowly turned his head to look over.
Under the bright moonlight, the heavy shadows of the trees almost completely shrouded the man's figure, and she could not see his face clearly.
But she knew who that person was.
A cool breeze stirred her hair, and the figure before her captivated her heart.
In the darkness, all the senses become heightened. Ji Qingwu stood still, the sound of wind rustling through the leaves in her ears, and the constant pounding of her heart in her chest.
She stared at him intently.
The crescent moon, lonely and forlorn, shines alone in the dark night. It stands silently, as if blending into the night, exuding a sense of solitude.
Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt as if the other person was a pitiful person who had been abandoned here.
Ji Qingwu was startled by his own thoughts.
Who in the world would feel sorry for an emperor?
As night fell, Ji Qingwu, separated by several steps, didn't know if he was watching her, nor what she would face later.
Based on previous experiences, Emperor Wusu is in great danger right now.
She told herself: Don't go over there, stay further away from him, and it would be best to run away now.
But these feet, not following the head's lead, seemed to have their own will and walked towards him against his will.
Ji Qingwu walked closer and looked up at Emperor Wusu's eyes, which were even cooler than the moon hanging in the night sky.
He had been standing there for who knows how long, his body catching the chill of the night, and a sycamore leaf had fallen onto his shoulder.
After staring at the leaf that had fallen on her moon-white brocade robe for a while, Ji Qingwu took a breath and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, why don't you go inside?"
The first two times, he went straight into the house without any politeness, but today he stayed outside.
"You're not in the house."
He stared at her intently, his voice hoarse.
His tone was gentler than she had ever heard before.
There was no unexpected questioning or angry outburst.
Ji Qingwu felt as if someone was fluffing cotton in her heart, with fluff flying everywhere. The casual remark, "She's not in the house," almost suffocated her.
His face was hidden in the shadows as he said, "Where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back?"
Ji Qingwu began to recount his whereabouts without thinking, completely forgetting that there were guards around. How could he not know where he had gone?
"I had dinner with Qiuqiu, and then we chatted at my mother's Anju Garden. Oh, right, Qiuqiu ate two braised lion's head meatballs, half a steamed sea bass, and three pieces of osmanthus rice cake."
That statement doesn't make much sense.
The content is like a dry, uninteresting account of events.
Ji Qingwu paused for a moment, perhaps because his unexpectedly gentle demeanor gave her some encouragement.
She calmed herself down and said softly, "Chiu Chiu wasn't very happy today because she wasn't checked on her homework, but she was just sulking for a while. She ate some of her favorite food and then she was fine. She's asleep now."
After she finished speaking, she realized that she had been rambling on and on, and that her mouth was a little dry.
She asked the emperor for his opinion: "Why don't we go inside and talk?"
Ji Qingwu waited quietly for a moment, but the emperor did not move.
He then said, "I am extremely displeased today."
As expected, she did what she was looking for, and she used the same old approach of trying to win people over with politeness first, then resorting to force.
If the emperor is displeased, it means someone is going to suffer. He has come here specifically for this purpose, and who else but her is going to suffer?
Ji Qingwu's heart sank, and she nervously clenched her fingers. She suggested, "Why doesn't His Majesty eat something good to relieve his discomfort, just like Qiuqiu did?"
Emperor Wusu remained unmoved and said, "Wei Ting came to see you."
His tone was unquestioning, a calm statement.
Ji Qingwu nodded in agreement without hesitation.
“He came over this afternoon. I didn’t know he would come, and I didn’t know he would say those things at the morning court session today.”
Emperor Wusu raised his eyes and looked at her eyes, which were still bright in the night, and her eyes were like a deep pool.
Are you happy now?
Ji Qingwu instinctively felt that this question needed to be answered carefully, so she hesitated and said, "It's...it's alright."
She was indeed in a good mood.
To be precise, she felt a moment of joy and excitement when she saw him appear at Wutong Garden. If he hadn't interfered in Wei Ting's affairs, she would have been even happier.
Upon hearing her answer, the last glimmer of light in Emperor Wusu's eyes went out.
The desolation that had just appeared on him vanished completely, like dust blown away by a gust of wind.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down from the tree.
Ji Qingwu's back was pressed against the rough tree bark, and he was being forcefully pushed against in front of him, leaving him unable to move forward or backward.
She smiled wryly, realizing she had misjudged him. How could Emperor Wusu possibly have a vulnerable side? This kind of domineering demeanor was more like him.
Seeing the mocking smile on her lips, he no longer concealed his already peak possessiveness.
His gaze seemed to want to tear her apart.
Ji Qingwu looked into his pure black pupils, which seemed to be able to draw her in and were incredibly captivating.
Despite the pain in her wrists and back from being squeezed, putting her in a completely vulnerable position, she still defiantly said, "Does Your Majesty have a hard time seeing others in a good mood?"
The next moment, Emperor Wusu slapped the tree trunk near her ear, instantly shaking down a whole ground covered with paulownia leaves and many unopened flower buds.
The hand with bulging veins was right next to Ji Qingwu's ear.
If the photo is taken at an angle, her head will suffer the same fate as the flower buds on the ground.
She had never seen him so violent before, and her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she was too frightened to speak.
Emperor Wusu completely dropped his pretense and said fiercely, "Is he really that good that you've been thinking about him all this time?"
Ji Qingwu frowned, still in shock.
"He has so many letters you wrote to him, all full of affection and heartfelt confessions. What a devoted woman you are."
"On his birthday, go to the desert to find the rare and beautiful Welwitschia mirabilis and wish him a long and worry-free life."
"He loves the sounds of string and wind instruments, so you practice the konghou diligently, wearing your fingers raw, just to win his favor."
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Ji Qingwu's head was buzzing so loudly that she couldn't hear what he said next.
When she finally came to her senses, she heard him say in her ear with extreme ferocity, "You are not allowed to marry me!"
Ji Qingwu's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but he seized them.
His scent, menacing and aggressive, flooded her body, eroding what little reason she had left.
The flower buds on the ground emitted a slightly sweet smell. Because they hadn't yet reached their natural blooming season, they had been forcibly crushed open, giving them a slightly astringent taste.
Ji Qingwu's hand unconsciously climbed up his robe, and just then, he caught the sycamore leaf that had fallen on his shoulder and put it into his palm.
Just when she thought she was going to become fertilizer under this sycamore tree, she was finally released a little.
His lips were still pressed against hers, and the intense darkness in his eyes filled her with fear.
Just as Emperor Wusu was about to press down, Ji Qingwu covered his lips with her hand.
"I did not agree to marry Wei Ting."
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