Chapter 386 Unable to Relieve Irritability, Serving the "Country"
She doesn't need to do anything; that's enough.
It was as if there was a flame inside him, and there was such a charming and delicate beauty clinging to his body.
Unable to control his anger, Zhao Mingyan gasped for breath a few more times.
Ji Qingwu stopped what he was doing and saw his expression, which seemed to be both pain and enjoyment.
This was the first time she had done something like this, and she wasn't sure if she had done it well or not, so she withdrew her hand.
Zhao Mingyan regained some of his senses and called out, "Awu..."
His tone was also tinged with displeasure and frustration.
Ji Qingwu noticed fine beads of sweat on his forehead, so she picked up a handkerchief lying nearby and wiped the sweat away for him.
Zhao Mingyan raised his arm and pressed down on the back of her neck, pulling her down and kissing her lips, which had just been sucked and were now red and swollen.
His other large hand enveloped her soft hand.
Ji Qingwu's breath was stolen away, and he could only catch his breath in the limited gaps.
Her body also started to burn, and the feeling of swelling and heat was a little uncomfortable.
She rubbed against his thigh, thinking he wouldn't notice, but in an instant he flipped her over and pinned her to the couch.
I had the will to start, but not the power to finish.
This time, however, the light in Ji Qingwu's eyes flickered, and she was deeply moved. She took the initiative to put her arm around his neck, giving him her most genuine response.
A commotion arose outside the courtyard.
Ji Qingwu released his grip, barely regaining a sliver of consciousness: "Okay, it seems so, it's my father."
She hadn't misheard; the shouts from outside grew even louder.
"We request an audience with the Emperor!"
Li Yuzong's voice, trying to persuade him, also drifted in.
“Oh dear, Lord Ji, the Emperor is inside now, you can’t force your way in.”
Ji Bolian's face was flushed red with a hint of blue, as he had run all the way from Shou'an Hall.
Mrs. Qiao had already told them about Xiao Wu giving birth to twins.
With mixed feelings, Ji Bolian said, "Your Majesty, I will wait at the door for you to come out!"
Li Yuzong had witnessed the stubbornness of this Lord Ji; he was truly someone who couldn't be swayed even by nine oxen.
Inside the room, the sweltering atmosphere temporarily subsided.
Upon hearing his father's voice, Ji Qingwu immediately lost all romantic thoughts.
Thinking of Qiao's previous description of Ji's father, Ji Qingwu guessed that perhaps Ji's father knew that his daughter was going to enter the palace to become empress, which could be considered as serving the "country", and he was overjoyed and wanted to have a chat with Emperor Wusu.
Zhao Mingyan frowned, stopped breathing erratically, and looked out the window toward the courtyard gate with a terrifying gaze.
At this time, any man would be displeased if disturbed, let alone an emperor who cannot be disobeyed.
She gently nudged him: "Someone is waiting at the door to see His Majesty."
Zhao Mingyan lowered his head sullenly and bit her earlobe: "I won't see her."
Ji Qingwu reminded him, "That's my father."
Zhao Mingyan lightly rubbed his teeth together, and Ji Qingwu shook his body.
He said, "How can I see you in this state?"
Ji Qingwu volunteered, saying, "I will help His Majesty change his clothes."
Zhao Mingyan looked up, his gaze sweeping down her face: "You'd better get dressed first, don't cause me any trouble."
How is that causing trouble? Ji Qingwu thought His Majesty the Emperor was really difficult to please.
She picked up her crumpled outer skirt, got up, and went to the closet to find clothes, while nervously preparing herself for her future life in the palace.
It's quite troublesome for women to change their clothes. When Ji Qingwu came out from behind the screen, Zhao Mingyan was already sitting neatly at the table drinking cold tea.
Ji Qingwu looked him up and down, wondering what the emperor's clothes were made of.
After all that fooling around, it's still smooth and shiny, without a single wrinkle.
Apart from his lips being a bit more vibrant in color, Zhao Mingyan looked no different from his usual cold and aloof demeanor as he sat on his throne.
Ji Qingwu carefully lowered the beaded curtains between the inner and outer rooms to cover the mess on the couch.
When Gibran entered the room, he saw the Emperor and Xiao Wu sitting opposite each other at a round table, drinking tea.
He then felt relieved and remorseful for having thought about all sorts of nonsense while waiting at the door.
"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
Zhao Mingyan did not let him actually kneel down, saying, "Lord Ji, there is no need for such formalities. We are not in the palace now, there is no distinction between ruler and subject, only the etiquette of father-in-law and son-in-law."
However, when it comes to the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law, Gibran should sit in the seat of honor. How could he be so foolish as to take the emperor's polite words seriously?
Ji Bolian insisted on bowing before standing up, but only sat down after being persuaded by Ji Qingwu.
"What brings you here, Lord Ji?"
Gibran glanced at his daughter.
Initially, Ji Qingwu's reaction in the old lady's room indicated that she was unaware that Emperor Wusu intended to make her empress.
He then realized that the emperor's words and actions, though seemingly casual, were actually a calculated move to pressure him.
He deliberately flew into a rage, first making a punitive gesture, because he genuinely believed his family was about to fall apart.
But in the end, the Ji family received the greatest favor.
By silencing everyone, the entire family, including Xiao Wu, dared not voice any objections except for profuse thanks.
Gibran felt reassured yet also worried that the Northern Lebanese had such a cunning and manipulative monarch.
He recalled how Xiao Wu had raised Qiu Qiu alone all these years, and wondered why they had ended up living on the streets.
After returning to Lin'an, he caused so much trouble, and was almost snatched away by that little bastard from the Wei family.
What were the emperor's true thoughts? How much of it was genuine?
Ji Bolian felt an unusual pang of sorrow; he had never felt this way when Ji Qingrong got married.
He'd only met Xiao Wu a few times, and now this scoundrel was showing up trying to steal his daughter away...
Unfortunately, this person was the emperor.
Gibran wanted to test the waters before the edict was actually made public.
"Your Majesty, I do have something I wish to discuss with you."
Zhao Mingyan nodded, waiting for him to continue.
Ji Bolian lowered his head and said, "Qingwu is favored by the Emperor. The establishment of an Empress is not only a matter for the Emperor alone, but also a matter concerning the foundation of the country. However, Qingwu was once married to the Wei family. Although my Ji family does not acknowledge it, there will be no shortage of rumors outside."
Zhao Mingyan said, "Lord Ji, there is no need to worry. I will handle this matter properly."
Ji Bolian nodded. It would be best if the emperor could step in and resolve this matter. He didn't want Xiao Wu to be criticized by outsiders because of this.
"Thank you for your thoughtful consideration, Your Majesty. There is one more thing..." Ji Bolian lowered his head even further.
Zhao Mingyan could tell from his expression what he wanted to say.
"Please speak, sir."
Gibran said, “My fifth son is honest and straightforward. Sometimes he doesn’t know how to be flexible when things happen, and he insists on going down a dead end. I know that this temperament is not suitable for the palace.”
Ji Qingwu raised her eyebrows in surprise, never expecting to hear such words from her father.
She nodded in approval.
What you said...is actually quite true...
Then, he received a displeased look from someone.
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