Chapter 275 A Subject's Wife, a Misdeed in Imperial Histories
The jade belt embroidered with a golden dragon was thrown at Ji Qingwu's feet.
Emperor Wusu replied matter-of-factly, "So this time, it is I who appear before you."
Ji Qingwu was indignant at his fallacious reasoning.
He prevented her from appearing before him, yet he could come and go as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted, with no regard for the law.
But who can argue with the fact that he's the emperor?
That day, in the Zhaoyang Palace, in front of everyone, he said such heartless words to her. She could tell that there was a reason for it, and that what he said was not his true feelings.
But after the emperor was assassinated, he succumbed to his injuries and died, only to miraculously recover...
Only now did Ji Qingwu realize that Emperor Wusu had not informed her of anything before taking action.
His deep thoughts were deliberately hidden, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure them out.
Why should she just let him do whatever he wants just because he wants to disturb her peace of mind?
The person in front of him stood with his clothes loose, before the bed. Ji Qingwu said solemnly, "But His Majesty's appearance at the Wei family late at night, in the women's room in the backyard, is against etiquette."
Emperor Wusu remained unmoved, and with his right hand, he removed his outer robe, revealing his inner garment and undergarments.
Ji Qingwu stared intently at his hands as he continued to unbutton his inner garment.
But I already...
He deftly tossed his pale white undergarment aside, revealing his muscular physique in the lamplight.
Ji Qingwu paused, his gaze fixed on the spot.
I had seen his robust and lean body before when I applied medicine to him.
She was worried about his injuries at the time and didn't examine him carefully. As a doctor, she didn't distinguish between genders when it came to patients.
He lowered his broad, thick shoulders, his lines strong and powerful. Although there was a bandage wrapped around his left chest, it did not diminish his heroic spirit in the slightest. On the contrary, it made his tall and imposing physique even more striking.
Ji Qingwu couldn't take her eyes off him, but now was not the time to be obsessed with male beauty.
She clenched her fists and closed her eyes.
With a tight throat, she said, "But I am already married."
Just two words...
This would cause Emperor Wusu's muscles to tense up instantly, with prominent blue veins even bulging in his waist and abdomen.
His eyes flashed with a cold, furious light.
Even without opening her eyes, Ji Qingwu could feel the piercing gaze directed at her face.
All of Emperor Wusu's previous seemingly friendly pretense was easily shattered by the simple phrase "your subject's wife."
In the current situation, Ji Qingwu believes that the fault does not lie with her. Whether it is a twist of fate or a case of the two being destined to be apart, it doesn't matter.
But whatever the future holds, she has things she must uphold now.
Ji Qingwu raised her eyelashes and looked at the dragon claw on the belt of the man at her feet.
She raised her voice a little, just to bolster her courage.
"Is Your Majesty not afraid of being remonstrated by censors, or having your name stained with misdeeds in the imperial annals?"
Upon hearing this, Emperor Wusu's lips curled into a wanton smile.
"So what?"
He said in a cold, chilling voice, "It's long ago my turn to write history!"
Ji Qingwu was stunned speechless by this domineering statement.
She thought that Emperor Wusu, like every emperor, wanted to become a great emperor who would be remembered for all time, leaving behind only a glorious and praised name in the annals of history.
But he didn't care about that.
What else does he care about?
With nowhere to retreat, Ji Qingwu was quickly cornered by Emperor Wusu, who pressed down on her soft waist and trapped her beneath him.
He never gave her another chance to speak.
A heavy weight fell on her, pressing firmly against Ji Qingwu. She could barely breathe, and with his lips captured, even breathing became a luxury.
Just moments ago she felt drafty all over, but now she felt stuffy and hot, with fine beads of sweat on her nose, which he kissed away.
The tension eased slightly, and Ji Qingwu reached out to push him away, but Emperor Wusu didn't move, and his kisses became even more fierce.
She could only passively endure it all, her face quickly flushing pink, more striking than the bright red brocade quilt beneath her.
Her rosy cheeks and moon-like face quickly attracted the favor of Emperor Wusu.
He gripped her fair neck, and Ji Qingwu tilted her head back, panting heavily.
There was no tenderness or pity, only plunder and brutal domination.
It was as if he wanted to leave the deepest mark on every inch of her skin, a brand that belonged only to him.
Ji Qingwu's voice was broken: "Where is this? Do you still know?"
Emperor Wusu demonstrated to her through his actions that he knew.
Not only did they know, but they also had to risk this huge transgression.
The fabric that barely covered her chest was still there, but it was all crumpled up and couldn't hide anything.
Ji Qingwu's light red silk trousers were also lost.
She made a sound of dissatisfaction, and the large hand gripping her throat tightened uncontrollably.
The second half of the sound was muffled in the nasal cavity and slowly dissipated.
To Emperor Wusu, it sounded incredibly sweet and gentle.
The man's eyes were as black as ink.
Emperor Wusu straightened up, his muscles firm and deep. His muscles rippled and bulged with the rhythm of his breathing.
He shed his only obstacle, his extremely aggressive wildness, and was completely unleashed.
The night wind blew in from outside, and she turned her head, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the door that was creaking in the wind.
The wind also brought Ji Qingwu back to his senses.
She grabbed the pale white undergarment he had thrown beside her pillow and tried to run off the bed, but Emperor Wusu easily held her down.
Now that the two are completely open with each other, it goes without saying what will happen next.
Ji Qingwu used all her strength to push him away, her fingernails scratching his body and leaving long, bloody marks.
Before long, the smell of blood reached my nose.
It turned out that Ji Qingwu's hand had inadvertently touched the wound on his left chest.
Blood was already seeping from the bandages.
The bright red color that stained the fabric was exactly the same as the red wedding quilt beneath Ji Qingwu.
Emperor Wusu seemed oblivious. Seeing that she had stopped struggling, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong? You can't bear to part with me now?"
The injury was, after all, on the heart meridian, and Ji Qingwu was both angry and anxious.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
Emperor Wusu gripped her wrist and pressed it against his wound. Ji Qingwu's fingertips trembled uncontrollably as her hand touched the wet blood.
He said in a deep voice, "The real wound is inside; only you can heal it."
Compared to his tough actions, this statement was full of affection and seemed to carry a hint of prayer.
The blood on her fingertips seemed to flow along her skin into her heart, merging with her blood.
Ji Qingwu's gaze shifted several times.
Her fingers, through the bandages, began to gently caress his chest.
Emperor Wusu's tense jaw relaxed slightly as he enjoyed her touch and comfort.
Just as he was comfortably half-closing his eyes, Ji Qingwu suddenly shoved him hard.
Emperor Wusu let out a muffled groan of pain.
Ji Qingwu withdrew his hand, his fingertips burning hot.
He could have easily dodged it.
Instead of dodging, he moved his body and deliberately bumped into her right hand.
He did it on purpose!
He deliberately softened her heart, thus fulfilling his wish!
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