Chapter 273 Want me to die sooner? Hot and alive
Wei Ting followed her arm and looked at her hand.
Ji Qingwu picked up a round longan from the quilt and said, "Eat some longan to replenish your qi and blood."
The dried fruits on the light red brocade quilt were arranged in an orderly manner with neat intervals.
Wei Ting said, "The washroom is ready. You may go now."
Ji Qingwu ignored him and picked up another longan, slowly peeling it.
Wei Ting raised an eyebrow and said, "Does Madam intend to finish everything before she goes to bed?"
Ji Qingwu's eyes lit up, thinking it was a good idea, and he nodded, saying, "It's good to nourish myself more, my body is weak."
Wei Ting reached out his hand, and she immediately backed away, but he simply opened his palm.
He laughed and said, "Peel one for me too."
Ji Qingwu said with dissatisfaction, "Don't you have hands?"
But she still handed the one in her hand to Wei Ting.
On their wedding night, it's better for the two of them to be able to chat peacefully, just by talking.
Wei Ting clearly did not think that way.
Ji Qingwu's hand was hanging in his palm, and Wei Ting immediately grabbed her hand.
He deliberately lured her in; she tried to break free, but he held her even tighter.
"I have arms now."
Wei Ting pulled her towards him with considerable force.
Ji Qingwu's vision was filled with this face, and she said somewhat flusteredly, "What are you doing?"
"What am I going to do? Doesn't Madam know?" Wei Ting raised an eyebrow at her, speaking slowly, "What a proper couple does on their wedding night, that's what I'm going to do."
Ji Qingwu raised her eyelashes, stared into his eyes, and said, "Don't you know how we became husband and wife?"
Wei Ting said, "You don't naively think that I just want to be a couple in name only."
Ji Qingwu did indeed harbor such a sliver of innocent thought.
He lowered his head and stared intently at her trembling eyelashes.
"If you want me to protect the young prince in court, you have to show some sincerity. You can't expect the horse to run without feeding it."
Ji Qingwu stubbornly replied, "Even if I'm not willing in my heart?"
Upon hearing her words, Wei Ting remained silent for a moment before releasing her hand. Ji Qingwu stepped back half a step, feeling a sense of relief.
Her back suddenly stiffened as Wei Ting's hand touched her back, his fingertips tracing upwards along the soft, bright red fabric.
He pulled the gold hairpin off Ji Qingwu's head, and her long, slender, jet-black hair fell down.
Wei Ting raised his hand and brushed aside strands of hair as smooth as fine silk.
He trailed off, saying, "Madam Wei, it's time to take a bath. Don't delay this auspicious time."
Ji Qingwu hurriedly ran away from him and entered the clean room.
The bathtub was filled with steaming hot water. She stood in front of the tub for a long time without moving.
A man's lazy, urging voice came from outside.
"What are you doing, madam? Why are you so quiet? Why don't you let me come in and help you wash?"
Ji Qingwu bit her lip, stepped into the bathtub, and splashed water on her face.
After washing off the thick makeup, the hot water slid off her face, revealing her naturally fair and rosy complexion.
Ji Qingwu lowered her eyelashes, which were still covered with water droplets.
It seems Wei Ting is determined not to let her go.
Thinking of this, Ji Qingwu leaned back against the edge of the bathtub, no longer wanting to take a bath.
There was a rapid knocking at the door.
Ji Qingwu turned his head away. Was it Lanzhi who brought the medicine in?
The door to the room opened quickly, but she couldn't hear their conversation clearly from inside the clean room. She could only tell that there was no woman's voice.
The person who came was not Lan Zhi.
Ji Qingwu lowered his head uninterestedly; the two seemed to still be talking about something.
She frowned slightly, feeling that the person's voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Ji Qingwu sat up from the water and listened intently.
Suddenly, she splashed up from the bathtub, water flying everywhere.
Ji Qingwu stepped out of the wooden tub, picked up a long towel from the shelf and wiped himself haphazardly a few times, then casually picked up the neatly folded clothes he had placed under the screen.
She didn't have time to look closely at what she was wearing; she just felt that as long as it covered her body, that was enough.
Because she recognized the person outside as Li Yuzong, the chief steward of the Imperial Household Department who served Emperor Wusu.
Has something happened to Emperor Wusu?!
Otherwise, why would Li Yuzong come looking for Wei Ting, who was newly married, so late at night?
Ji Qingwu became increasingly panicked the more he thought about it.
Instead of staying by the unconscious emperor's side, Eunuch Li came to the Wei residence to find Wei Ting, which must mean that something important has happened in the palace.
What major event could possibly be happening now? It's highly likely the emperor is on his deathbed, or...
Her hands were shaking as she tied her belt, so she simply tied a knot that couldn't be tied back.
As Ji Qingwu ran outside, she almost tripped over the bright red wedding robe that she had taken off on the ground.
When she staggered out of the clean room, there was no one left in the room.
Ji Qingwu didn't even have time to put on her shoes before she ran barefoot out of the house, only to find that the guards at the door were all gone.
She shouted anxiously, "Weiting!"
No one answered her.
The moon cast shimmering shadows, and several red lanterns hung high above the bridal chamber.
Only the spot where Ji Qingwu stood was brightly lit; the rest was pitch black.
She was unfamiliar with Wei Ting's courtyard and couldn't find the gate for a moment. She took a few steps forward and looked around, then spotted a man's figure by the pond.
Judging from his height and shadow, he should be Wei Ting.
Ji Qingwu immediately ran in his direction, her delicate soles aching from the hard pebbles.
She called out urgently, "Weiting!"
Wei Ting remained motionless, like a wooden sculpture.
When he was about ten feet away from him, Ji Qingwu stopped and asked, "Has there been any news from the palace?"
She hadn't run more than a few steps, but she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Ji Qingwu asked in a daze, "Is it His Majesty...?"
She managed to squeeze out two words from her throat with difficulty.
"He's dead."
He didn't answer for a long time. Ji Qingwu was very anxious and took two more steps forward. This time she saw his face clearly.
It's not Wei Ting!
Heavy bones and a cold spirit, with brows arched like mountains, it is...
At the same time, an extremely cold voice rang out.
"Does Awu want me to die sooner?"
Startled, Ji Qingwu took a small step back, her foot being cut by a sharp pebble. She winced in pain and squatted down.
Emperor Wusu's face, hidden behind the shadows of the rocks, appeared in the thin moonlight.
Ji Qingwu squatted on the ground, looking up, and watched him walk towards her step by step.
She quickly lowered her head again, staring at his feet, because they say ghosts float.
Emperor Wusu's gaze was colder than the moonlight as he watched her squatting on the ground, head bowed in a daze.
He bent down, grabbed her arm with his right hand, and easily lifted her up.
Ji Qingwu felt the heat of his palm; it was hot, it was alive.
Her eyes quietly reddened.
The hand gripping her arm didn't loosen its hold, as if it wanted to crush her bones.
Ji Qingwu endured it without uttering a sound.
She preferred to see the emperor so powerful and domineering rather than weak and helpless on his dragon bed.
Emperor Wusu, his lips pursed and his pupils filled with icy coldness, led Ji Qingwu all the way to her and Wei Ting's bridal chamber.
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