Chapter 348 Whose son did he have? Do you still remember?
Before Ji Qingwu could even say many words, the little one already understood what she was thinking.
At that moment, she understood what it meant for a mother and child to be of one heart.
Yuan Heng continued, "Father only has me as his son. If you take me away, you might have been caught and brought back long ago."
“The Zhao family’s business is not like that of ordinary families; there is an empire to inherit. I am a boy, so it is my responsibility to take on this responsibility.”
"From now on, I will protect you and Chuchu."
Ji Qingwu kissed his forehead and said, "Heng'er, your mother will always be here for you. I won't let you be alone anymore."
His mother's lips were soft and fragrant, without any lip rouge. Yuan Heng's face flushed red, but his dark eyes seemed like black jade that could absorb light.
Seeing his shy yet happy expression, Ji Qingwu couldn't help but want to kiss his little face a few times.
She closed her eyes, her lips about to touch the little one's face, when she felt a gust of wind sweep past her.
The warm little bundle in the blankets disappeared in an instant.
Ji Qingwu hurriedly opened her eyes and saw dark eyes that were remarkably similar to Yuan Heng's, looking down at her, with emotions she couldn't understand surging in their depths.
Emperor Wusu arrived at some unknown time, grabbing Yuan Heng under his armpits and lifting him high in the air.
Suddenly dragged out of his warm and fragrant bed, Yuan Heng's eyes flashed with anger.
But when he saw that the person in front of him was his father, the emperor, who should be handling state affairs in the Hall of Diligent Governance, he pursed his lips and obediently stopped struggling.
Then, reluctantly, he called out, "Father."
Zhao Mingyan frowned as he looked at Yuan Heng, who was wearing a light pink undergarment.
"What kind of behavior is this?"
Before Yuan Heng could react, Ji Qingwu knelt down by the bed, cradling the little one in her hands, intending to take her son from him.
She frowned and said, "It's uncomfortable for you to hold it like that."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Mingyan released his grip: "He's not that heavy, I can still lift him."
Ji Qingwu glanced at him, tucked the little guy into the blanket on the inside of the bed, and said, "I meant Heng'er isn't feeling well."
Yuan Heng hid his mouth and nose under the blanket, with only his eyes showing on his face.
Ji Qingwu's maternal love overcame everything, and she no longer found the emperor's stern face frightening.
She turned around and said, "Look how scared you've made Heng'er!"
Yuan Heng obediently closed his eyes, but his eyelashes kept trembling, making it easy to tell that he was smiling.
Zhao Mingyan's gaze moved from Yuan Heng to Ji Qingwu's tender red lips, his eyes half-closed.
He asked, "Heng'er?"
When did the two become so close?
Ji Qingwu shielded Yuan Heng's small body behind her. She had just promised the little guy that she would never leave him alone again, and she was determined to keep her word.
She looked directly into the emperor's eyes and said, "Once a name is chosen, it's just something to be called. What's wrong with that?"
Yuan Heng nodded repeatedly in bed, causing the blanket to shake.
Zhao Mingyan raised his eyebrows in surprise. Ji Qingwu rarely had such a sharp and prickly demeanor. At this moment, her kneeling body was tense, a signal of vigilance.
He said calmly, "There's nothing wrong with it."
With his answer, Ji Qingwu couldn't find a reason to continue his outburst.
It was rare for her to stand so proudly in front of Emperor Wusu.
Ji Qingwu glanced at the still-open window. She and Yuan Heng had been together and hadn't noticed the time; it was already dark outside.
He then asked, "What brings Your Majesty here?"
Ji Qingwu's eyes flashed. Logically speaking, the emperor should be extremely busy today, dealing with Su Fengyue and his accomplices.
Hearing from Sihai that he had been summoning ministers to the Qin Zheng Hall, she decided to bring Yuan Heng over.
Could it be that she discovered Yuan Heng's disappearance and came specifically to settle scores with her...?
Ji Qingwu bit her lip and, as his figure loomed over her, shamelessly shrank back a little.
Zhao Mingyan simply sat down by the bed and said, "I came here to inform you that Qiuqiu is not coming back."
“I am not like you, taking Yuan Heng away without even saying goodbye.”
If he hadn't come in person, she wouldn't have known that Yuan Heng was with her and even slept in her bed.
A cold, disdainful gaze slipped into Yuan Heng's blanket, and he shrank back.
Ji Qingwu had no choice but to move closer to Emperor Wusu again to block his chilling gaze.
She asked, "Is it that Qiuqiu herself doesn't want to come back, or is His Majesty forcing her to stay?"
Zhao Mingyan glanced at her and said, "Don't you know her temper? Who can force her?"
That's true. From a young age, Chiu Chiu has never been the type to suffer a loss.
Ji Qingwu nodded and said, "Your Majesty, now that the notification is complete, shouldn't we...?"
They had only been sitting for a short while when they wanted to kick him out.
Zhao Mingyan sneered, "Yes, I should leave now. I should also bring the little thief who stole the prince back to the palace for punishment."
Ji Qingwu said, "How is it stealing? A mother seeing her son is a matter of human relations and a matter of course."
Hearing her sharp rebuttal, she no longer held back and spoke frankly about her relationship with Yuan Heng.
The two were so intimate, and Yuan Heng was still wearing her inner garment, it seems that mother and son have already recognized each other.
Zhao Mingyan suddenly leaned towards her, and Ji Qingwu leaned back, using the blanket to support herself so as not to fall.
He whispered in her ear, "Whose son did you have? Do you remember?"
Ji Qingwu's chest heaved rapidly, and a blush rose to her cheeks.
She said angrily, "I don't remember."
Yuan Heng was still watching from the side. She pushed him hard, but couldn't move him. Instead, her wrist hurt.
Zhao Mingyan raised his hand and moved the quilt over Yuan Heng's head, so that he could see nothing at all.
The blanket provided some sound insulation, but the little one couldn't hear the voices outside very clearly.
Ji Qingwu was pinned down by Zhao Mingyan, who pressed her back against him, blocking her escape route.
"Since you've given me a name, you're here to call me. Why don't you call me?"
"Since you've acknowledged the son, why not acknowledge the child's father?"
His large hand moved up to her shoulder and he said in a low voice, "Since you don't remember anything, let's do something to make you remember."
Ji Qingwu quickly replied, "I remember, I remember everything."
Zhao Mingyan said, "But you seem to be still confused."
Ji Qingwu widened her eyes, proving her innocence: "I am sober, I am perfectly sober."
His long fingers ran through her silky, soft hair as he said, "It's worse to be sober."
He spoke those words he didn't want to hear while fully conscious.
Ji Qingwu felt a slight tingling sensation on her scalp as his fingers touched her. She asked in return, "Is Your Majesty conscious now? Does he know what he is doing?"
"Do you know this is the Wei family home, in front of the children?" Ji Qingwu uttered the last sentence softly, "Do you know... who I am?"
Neither of them had been drinking or feeling sleepy; they were both perfectly sober.
Her bright, sparkling eyes met those dark, piercing eyes.
Ji Qingwu raised his hand and placed it on his broad, thick shoulder.
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