Chapter 289 Can you withstand having the imperial seal affixed to your seal?
Wei Ting watched Yu Chi Lianping's retreating figure with a complicated expression.
He lowered his head, his brows furrowed, and bluish-purple finger marks gradually appeared on the back of his hand.
It seems that the rumor that Yuchi Lianping could lift a tripod with one hand even before he was an adult is true.
Deputy General Feng Xiang paced back and forth at the entrance of the military tent, worried that the two generals would fight. But then he saw Yuchi Lianping walk out with an excited look on his face.
Feng Xiang stepped forward and said, "General."
Yuchi Lianping intended to be more composed, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his large, white teeth involuntarily showed.
"Oh? You found out too? You're really quick to get the news!"
Feng Xiang: ......
Since his general learned of Emperor Wusu's assassination, he hadn't shown a smile and had been cursing people with a dark face every day. He was really puzzled by his sudden change to being so cheerful.
"The Princess is pregnant! I'm going to be a father!"
As he spoke, Yuchi Lianping excitedly slapped him on the back.
Before Feng Xiang could even process the good news, he was slapped to the ground.
"I'm about to become a father, why are you so excited? You can't even stand up straight, so impetuous."
Yuchi Lianping helped the man up, gave him a few words of advice, and then swaggered away.
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Lin'an.
A faint sound came from inside Zhaoyang Palace.
Ji Qingwu emerged from the bath in the side hall, having changed into a clean, plain white undergarment; her complexion was radiant and peach-like.
His eyes were like the surface of a lake under the sunlight, displaying shades of deep gold and light blue.
Ji Qingwu first looked towards the dragon bed, but did not see Emperor Wusu.
Has she already fainted from exhaustion?
Ji Qingwu's gaze swept quickly across the hall and landed on the figure of a man sitting on a soft couch by the window.
He lowered his head, picked up his pen, and wrote something on the small square table with swift, swift movements of his wrist. His profile was particularly handsome, and his expression was solemn, as if he had not noticed her presence.
Ji Qingwu quietly approached, wanting to hide behind him and peek at what he was writing.
She just peeked out from behind his shoulder with her appraising eyes.
Zhao Mingyan quickly threw down the Xuancheng purple brush in his hand and pulled the woman who was trying to peek behind him into his arms.
Ji Qingwu slumped onto his lap. She tried to move to the side uncomfortably, but he pulled her back by holding her waist, her lower back pressed tightly against his body.
The emperor turned his head and rested it on the crook of her neck, speaking in a relaxed tone, as if he had just settled a major matter.
"If you want to watch it, then watch it openly and honestly. It's for you anyway."
Was this prepared for her?
Ji Qingwu's gaze fell on the papers on the table, but after reading only two lines, he immediately turned his head away.
"This is......"
Zhao Mingyan's eyes swept across her face, not missing a single reaction from her upon seeing the object.
"You and Wei Ting have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Emperor Wusu personally wrote her a letter of divorce.
Ji Qingwu considered waiting for Wei Ting to return from the northern border, or for the border war to subside, so that they could part ways amicably.
But the emperor acted even faster. While she was taking a bath, he had already prepared the letter of divorce. Every word was cold and harsh, forming sentences that showed no mercy. It was more like a divorce than a formal separation.
Next to the paper was a Zhangzhou Eight Treasures Inkpad, already stamped with the emperor's gold seal.
She was ordered to divorce him—a thing she had never heard of before.
Ji Qingwu felt that the emperor was just being ridiculous. She wanted to avoid people, but he wanted to announce it to the whole world.
Zhao Mingyan took her hand and pressed it against the bright red inkpad.
“Awu, you should also put your handprint here. Once this mark is on your hand, it will stay on for a hundred years.”
Ji Qingwu withdrew her hand and asked hesitantly, "Then will my fingers not fade for a hundred years?"
Zhao Mingyan cupped her fingers in his palm, squeezed them, and pondered, "I do not know that."
Ji Qingwu blinked her bright eyes and suggested, "Then why don't we have someone try it out later before pressing it?"
Zhao Mingyan saw through her little scheme, but didn't expose her.
Because, I can't worry about that right now.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ji Qingwu turned around in his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her soft body against him.
Even through the thin nightgown, one could immediately tell where the skin was soft and smooth with a single touch.
Emperor Wusu's breathing was very clear, his muscles tensed even more, and his whole body was stiff.
Ji Qingwu thought to himself, "Whether I stick my neck out or not, I'll still get stabbed, so I might as well start sooner rather than later."
She had already redeemed the most comprehensive bedroom arts manual in history from the system, and she couldn't afford to fight an unprepared "battle" like the first time.
Moreover, the system said that close contact could increase national fortune, and she wanted to see what kind of fortune would be increased this time, and whether it would be beneficial to the border war.
With a tentative mindset, Ji Qingwu observed the "battlefield," realizing that the soft couch, designed for only one person to lie on, was clearly unsuitable.
She pointed to the bright yellow dragon bed not far away.
"His Majesty."
The two words, uttered from her soft lips, carried an air of alluring charm that evoked pity.
Emperor Wusu had no reason to refuse, so he carried her to the largest bed at the innermost part of the palace.
The dragon bed is made of small-leaf sandalwood with openwork carvings and a three-sided screen-style bed railing.
She knelt on the mattress and found that it wasn't as soft as she had imagined, but it was extremely spacious and could easily sleep four or five people.
Zhao Mingyan stood in front of the bed, gazing at the delicate, rosy-cheeked woman before him.
Ji Qingwu knelt and moved a few times, reaching the bedside to reach out and unbutton his nightgown, but he grabbed her wrist.
Zhao Mingyan's eyes were dark and deep, and he had already noticed her abnormality. She seemed to have become a different person on her own initiative.
He rolled over and pinned her down, and Ji Qingwu let out a soft cry.
This was completely different from what she had imagined. Where was the promised sweet embrace, teasing, and flirting?
Ji Qingwu was still confused when she was stripped naked. Her delicate body, as tender as a bamboo shoot, left marks wherever it was touched.
She caught a glimpse of what he was about to do out of the corner of her eye, and stopped him in a trembling voice, saying, "No..."
In Zhao Mingyan's eyes, all he could see was her rosy, full lips opening and closing, tempting him to capture them.
I could no longer hear what she was saying.
Ji Qingwu had learned her lesson before. She shrank back as she ran uphill, but the effects of the drug caused her to collide with the emperor, who had lost his mind. The emperor grabbed her calf and pulled her down fiercely.
Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
Then, like seawater bursting its banks, it surged outwards.
Ji Qingwu couldn't control his most primal reactions at all.
Zhao Mingyan coaxed in a hoarse voice, "Relax, you can handle it."
But unlike the gentle words of comfort, his words were as ruthless as an executioner wielding a knife.
Li Yuzong, who was guarding the door, could hear most of the noise in the hall. When he heard the woman breathing heavily but not very well, he quickly instructed the eunuch to prepare more ointment according to the prescription given by Lexi.
The sounds from inside the hall abruptly ceased.
Li Yuzong raised his hand and said, "Go and prepare first."
Then, they peered through the crack in the door to listen carefully to see if the Emperor had sent anyone in to serve him.
Suddenly, the sobbing sound rose sharply again.
About half an incense stick's time later.
Ji Qingwu bit her lip and endured until the first episode ended. Her eyes were red and a tear was hanging on her eyelash. She looked pitiful.
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