Chapter 183 To please His Majesty, I'll go to Hanshan Temple again.
Emperor Wusu was truly stunned.
Holding the soft, delicate body of the woman in his arms, his breath caught in his throat. He slowly lowered his eyes and stared at Ji Qingwu's face.
This silence made Ji Qingwu nervous. Would he like it?
She thought that Emperor Wusu always liked to touch her inappropriately, which was a sign that he adored her body.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have initially misunderstood that the emperor only desired her body and was only seducing her because she was the woman who would bear his children.
Later, Ji Qingwu gradually understood his feelings, but she was unable to give him an equal response.
Although she didn't know what the future held, Ji Qingwu wanted to see a relaxed and happy expression on his handsome face every time she saw him.
I just don't know if this method will calm him down and stop him from looking so sullen.
Emperor Wusu did not wrap his arms around her waist as he had done before; he simply sat there calmly.
Wasn't what she did enough?
Ji Qingwu suppressed her shyness, her dark eyelashes trembling slightly, like a black butterfly about to take flight on a crabapple blossom.
The butterfly fluttered towards the dazzling bright yellow and found its home.
Ji Qingwu put her arm around his shoulder, her breath sweet as orchids.
Even the most luxurious brocade couldn't match the radiance and luster of her skin. Though she had removed her alluring makeup, she exuded a natural and captivating charm.
Finally, he made a move.
That white bowl, as white as frost and as white as snow, was grabbed tightly and then forcibly torn off his body.
Emperor Wusu did not want to be touched by her.
Realizing this, Ji Qingwu felt both ashamed and embarrassed. She hurriedly tried to stand up and step aside, her grievances and helplessness evident in her eyes.
As their eyes met, she saw the gloom that had settled over his brows gradually fade until it disappeared completely.
In the depths of his dark eyes, another kind of deep color surged forth.
Ji Qingwu was ultimately unable to escape his embrace. He held the back of her neck with one hand, preventing her from escaping, but he did not take any further action.
Emperor Wusu's voice was hoarse, as if it contained sand.
"Ah Wu, what do you want to do?"
Ji Qingwu stretched out his other hand, which wasn't being held by him, and gently raised it to stroke his thick, dark eyebrows.
She said softly, "I want to please His Majesty."
Before he finished speaking, Emperor Wusu seemed to be electrocuted, his body trembled, and his hand loosened.
After Ji Qingwu finished speaking, he lowered his head and let it droop down onto his chest.
Soon, a warm, large hand supported her buttocks and lifted her up.
He stood up, and Ji Qingwu hurriedly clung to his neck, unsure of where he was taking her.
Ji Qingwu found out immediately.
She was pressed down on that large table, one side piled high with memorials. When she looked up, she saw the ferocious dragon head on the beam in the hall again.
This time, I actually found it rather endearingly clumsy.
Emperor Wusu noticed a smile on her lips.
He ran his long fingers through a strand of her hair and asked, "Awu, what are you laughing at?"
Ji Qingwu lay on her back on the large, dark table, which made her skin appear fair and translucent, and her beautiful eyes shone brightly.
She stretched out her hand and pointed upwards.
The voice was pleasant as it said, "This dragon head is very beautiful."
Emperor Wusu did not follow the direction of her fingertips; instead, he grabbed her hand from mid-air and bit her index finger viciously.
He threatened, "No matter how beautiful it is, you're not allowed to look at it."
The feeling of "ten fingers are connected to the heart" traveled directly to her heart.
The nibbling gradually changed its flavor, moving from the fingertips, palms, to the wrists.
Ji Qingwu was wearing a long dress with wide sleeves, and when she raised her hand, most of her jade-like arms were exposed.
Emperor Wusu could only imagine how many people would stare at her as she wandered the streets in this dress and glamorous makeup.
He exerted force in his palm, and the dress tore to pieces right under his hand.
Her once elegant dress had been reduced to tattered rags, and Ji Qingwu had no idea where to cover herself.
After a long pause, he decided to cover his face with his hands.
Her voice came through her fingers, sounding like she was about to cry: "Your Majesty, weren't you... weren't you no longer angry? Why did you still have to ruin this dress?"
Emperor Wusu said, "One thing at a time. The unpleasant matter still needs to be dealt with, but since Awu did something that pleased me, I will reward him later."
“Your Majesty need not distinguish so clearly, ah!” Ji Qingwu’s voice suddenly trembled.
"What others have seen, I do not wish to see again."
Emperor Wusu's voice was calm, but his actions were anything but.
The view beneath the hem of her skirt, something many coveted but could never attain, was now fully visible and within reach of Emperor Wusu.
A low, labored breathing sounded in my ear.
Ji Qingwu seemed to be able to feel the lines on his palm as he pressed down so hard, as if he wanted to brand her body.
A short while later, the sound of soft sobbing echoed again in the empty hall.
Ji Qingwu grabbed something at random.
Emperor Wusu noticed out of the corner of his eye that she had crumpled the letter on the table: "Dare to destroy evidence, the crime will be compounded."
The consequence of this aggravated the crime was that the slight sobbing turned into a mournful cry.
She dared not grab anything else, fearing that he would find another excuse to punish her, so she could only clutch the fabric in front of him tightly.
But his palm enveloped her hand and pressed it against the golden dragon on the bright yellow dragon robe.
The dragon embroidery is exquisite, vividly depicting the fierce and unyielding form of this divine creature.
An ancient saying goes that the dragon is like a snake, but has scales and claws. It can be hidden or visible, huge or small, can fly in the sky or dive underwater, and can also bring rain and clouds.
Ji Qingwu was personally instructed by the emperor and learned a lot of knowledge that he had never experienced before.
By the time it was over, she was completely exhausted.
Emperor Wusu massaged her wrists, and her originally fair palms were now rubbed until they resembled red jade.
On the way home with Qiuqiu, Ji Qingwu was still in a daze.
As evening fell and she lay drowsy on her bed in Wutong Garden, she remembered something.
The dream she had that night in the camp on the grassland, and the feeling of her palms when she woke up.
Isn't it exactly the same as today!
Because she had important matters to attend to the next day, Ji Qingwu went to sleep with annoyance, but she slept peacefully through the night. Fortunately, the dragon did not disturb her in her dreams again.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window.
Ji Qingwu sat in front of the carved dressing table, her gaze as calm as water.
"Lanzhi, dress me up the same way you did yesterday."
She added, "It needs to be even more glamorous!"
Lanzhi didn't understand where the Fifth Miss's depressed mood came from, and thought it was because yesterday's makeup was not satisfactory to her.
Therefore, she put even more effort into dressing up Ji Qingwu today.
After the makeup was done and the clothes were changed, the master and servant looked at the woman in the bronze mirror.
What a captivating and enchanting vixen!
Ji Qingwu smiled slightly: "Have you taken care of everything I asked you to do?"
Lanzhi quickly replied, "Fifth Miss, I've taken care of everything."
Ji Qingwu smiled with satisfaction: "Let's go, we'll head to Hanshan Temple now."
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