Chapter 374 You Have to Take Responsibility, My Precious Daughter
Awakened by the noise, Ji Qingwu opened her sleepy eyes a crack and tilted her head slightly to ask.
"Are you too tired lately, feeling weak and listless, which is why you can't sleep well?"
As she spoke, she raised her right hand to grab his wrist.
After leaving Zhaoyang Palace, Ji Qingwu never took his pulse again, and didn't know how his health was now.
Zhao Mingyan let her touch his wrist to check his pulse.
He stared into her eyes and sighed softly, "Awu has wasted her time reading all those books."
As soon as Ji Qingwu began taking his pulse, he regained consciousness and stared intently at his fingers.
After a while, he said, "It's nothing serious, just a bit of internal heat, making me anxious and irritable."
Zhao Mingyan raised an eyebrow and said, "Just a little?"
He grabbed her hand and pulled it downwards. Ji Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and her fingertips curled up and withdrew as if they had been burned.
Men and women have different physical structures, no wonder she felt the pulse and the fire seemed to be sinking.
Zhao Mingyan said, "I had this reaction because I read your book, so you have to take responsibility."
This responsibility is too great for Ji Qingwu to bear. He said, "Why doesn't Your Majesty suggest finding the author of the book to take responsibility?"
"Even without this book, I would still get this angry just by seeing you."
Zhao Mingyan bit her earlobe: "You little ungrateful thing, you have to take responsibility."
Noticing the change in his gaze, before Ji Qingwu could even move her buttocks, he ripped open the buttons of her inner robe, and several small jade-colored buttons almost popped off her face.
She pulled the blanket over her upper body, which was only covered by a small top, and reminded her, "You said you had to go back later."
"An hour is enough to do a lot of things."
Zhao Mingyan looked at her, who resembled a peeled lychee, and his eyes seemed to be blazing with fire.
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Ji Qingwu did not know when Emperor Wusu left.
When she woke up in the morning, her clothes had been changed. The little garment was crumpled up, wrinkled, and wet, and was thrown in the corner of the bed.
This amount of time isn't enough for a real, live-fire exercise.
But it was enough for her to experience many things she had never experienced before, just like in the book.
Sometimes in the clouds, sometimes on the deep sea.
She gently patted her face, telling herself that it was broad daylight now and she couldn't think about it anymore.
Ji Qingwu blushed and picked up a corner of the undergarment. She could smell two scents mingling together. She held her breath, found a cloth bag, stuffed it inside, and planned to burn it herself in a secret place.
The blue book also seemed to have some watermarks on the cover.
Ji Qingwu, feeling a surge of warmth, stuffed it into the cloth bag as well, but after thinking for a moment, took it out again.
Since she didn't feel any strong discomfort after getting up, only a slight soreness, she figured the book was still somewhat useful.
Studying together as a couple isn't... that hard to accept...
She did this one thing all morning, and she did it like a thief, trying to avoid Lanzhi.
In the afternoon, I received some good news.
Lanzhi said with a happy expression, "Fifth Miss, the master has lifted your confinement! You can come and go as you please!"
Ji Qingwu, who had been half-lying on the couch, sat up upon hearing the sound and asked in surprise, "Did they say why you were released from confinement?"
Ji's father was angry for only a few days, saying he would discipline her, but he never showed up.
Now, is it that we picked it up so heavily and put it down so lightly?
Lanzhi said, "What reason is needed? The master is too busy taking care of the Fifth Miss."
Ji Qingwu looked down at the ground and said, "How do you know what Lord Ji is thinking? A few days ago at Shou'an Hall, he said that I should learn the rules. Maybe after the confinement is lifted, I will have to go to him every day to learn the rules."
Lanzhi said, "I heard from Sister Chunhua that the master and madam will be coming to Wutong Garden later. Miss, please get up and get ready."
Ji Qingwu slowly lay back down and said, "There's nothing to prepare. They'll be here soon. Just call me."
When Ji Bolian and Qiao Shi stepped into the main house of Wutong Garden.
They discovered that Ji Qingwu's attire was even simpler than the day she returned home. She had no hairpins or accessories on her body or head, and her light blue clothes were plain.
She was without makeup, and stared at the two men who were carefully made up.
As always, Mr. Qiao was elegant and made no mistakes.
Before coming out, Ji Bolian made a special effort to tidy himself up and even urged Qiao Shi to pick out a brand-new robe for him. He also meticulously groomed his beard, all in an attempt to make a good impression on his youngest daughter.
Ji Qingwu stood on the ground, watching his father, who looked radiant, enter the room, and felt even more uneasy.
When she looked at him with her bright, watery eyes, Gibran's beard twitched, and he forcibly suppressed the smile that had been rising in his eyes.
Qiao glanced at him, then stepped forward and took Ji Qingwu's hand.
"Xiao Wu, how did you sleep last night?"
Ji Qingwu felt guilty when questioned and didn't notice that Qiao Shi was being overly affectionate towards her, as if she was trying to impress someone.
She replied, "I'm fine. Where's Mother?"
Gibran, now invisible, found a seat and continued to maintain his serious expression.
Mrs. Qiao pulled her to sit down and said, "This child is so big now, but she's still quite clingy. A couple of days ago, she wanted me to stay and sleep with her."
Fortunately, he didn't stay behind; otherwise, if he had run into Emperor Wusu, Ji Qingwu wouldn't have dared to even imagine what would have happened.
"What brings you here, Mother?"
Mrs. Qiao said, "It was your father who said..."
Gibran coughed.
Qiao changed her tune, saying, "I asked you last time that Qiuqiu was being fostered by a friend, and I haven't seen the little girl in a long time. When can I bring her back?"
Ji Qingwu replied, "Mother, I need to ask Qiuqiu what she thinks. She's having fun there and is spending time with other children her age. I asked her last time, and she still doesn't want to come back."
Every day, Qiuqiu would send her "paintings" through her secret guards. The style of the paintings was abstract, but it was not hard to see that her life in the palace was very comfortable.
Ji Qingwu was happy to see Qiuqiu and Yuanheng interact more, as it would help cultivate their sibling relationship. Besides, children have their own way of getting along, and she didn't want to interfere.
Mrs. Qiao nodded and said, "I see... that's fine too."
Gibran coughed several more times.
Qiao gave him an impatient look.
"Grandpa's cough has flared up again. Why don't you go back and rest first? I'll have Chunhua invite a doctor to prescribe some medicine for you."
Ji Qingwu quietly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it to Ji Bolian's side.
Gibran gazed at the celadon cup before him, his stern face momentarily falling, his eyes filled with emotion before he struggled to regain his composure.
He said in a hoarse voice, "What's so good about it? This is someone else's house. No matter how good it is, can it be better than my own home?"
Qiao hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
"Other people's families" are indeed many times better than the Ji family's.
Qiuqiu has a bunch of people taking turns to take care of her in the palace, none of whom are better than this smelly and stubborn maternal grandfather.
Ji Bolian dared not look at Ji Qingwu. Although he was talking about his granddaughter, his mind was full of Xiao Wu.
If their youngest daughter hadn't gone missing, their fifth child wouldn't have had to suffer so much.
If he had gone home earlier, he would have risked his life to avoid agreeing to that scoundrel Wei Ting marrying his daughter, who was the apple of his eye that he cherished dearly.
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