Chapter 45 The Iron-Blooded Emperor, Also a Refined Gentleman
While the intention behind the pain relief prescription is good, the risks are extremely high.
If the Empress Dowager were to fall ill one day, whether it was genuine or not, she could simply say it was due to this prescription.
Furthermore, if someone with malicious intent were to find pastries or other foods with incompatible medicinal properties and give them to the Empress Dowager, causing her to become ill, it would also arouse the Empress Dowager's suspicion.
Fortunately, he arrived in time; on the surface, he reprimanded them, but in reality, he was protecting them.
The birthday banquet was like this, and it is like this now.
Otherwise, with her pure and kind nature, she would surely have been devoured alive. Some private matters, unless pointed out to her, she wouldn't think of them and would have to endure the tears and grievances alone.
But it was precisely because of her personality that she was born with such clear and bright eyes.
Emperor Wusu remained silent, staring at her with a stern face.
Ji Qingwu also understood the look of disappointment in Emperor Wusu's eyes.
She turned her head away guiltily.
Seeing this obvious attempt to avoid the issue, Emperor Wusu snorted coldly and suddenly took another step forward.
He gripped her chin tightly, forcing her to turn her head and look at him.
Ji Qingwu was forced to look up and meet his gaze. Her watery eyes were filled with helplessness and obvious grievance.
"I really don't know how you grew to be so big."
As they spoke, the robe wrapped around her loosened at some point, revealing the damp front and her graceful curves.
The allure draws one's gaze involuntarily to the rolling hills.
Emperor Wusu's words were originally spoken with helplessness, but upon unexpectedly witnessing the scenery, his tone turned into a strong sense of mockery.
Ji Qingwu saw that the man had lost his usual coldness and sternness, and his eyes and brows were filled with a romantic and refined air. His bamboo-green robe was elegant and dashing.
Unlike an iron-fisted emperor.
He is more like a handsome young man, the dream lover of women everywhere.
Emperor Wusu's eyes shone brighter than the stars in the night sky, and shimmered with a light that she could not clearly see.
Burned by the dark light, Ji Qingwu lowered her eyes and said, "This humble woman is foolish and does not know..."
Emperor Wusu moved the fingers that were pinching her chin upwards slightly, just as she opened her mouth to speak.
He pressed his lips against her rosy red lips.
Ji Qingwu was speechless. Her fingers were burning hot as she stared at him blankly.
"If you are dull-witted, then don't say too much."
As he spoke, Emperor Wusu mischievously rubbed her lips with his fingers.
If you can't say what he wants to hear, then it's better not to say anything at all.
His long fingers, calloused from martial arts training, rubbed against her soft, petal-like lips, causing both pain and numbness.
He pressed his hand against her lips and called her stupid.
Ji Qingwu really wanted to bite him, but such an action would not only be disrespectful but also far too ambiguous.
She used both hands to climb onto his outstretched arm and push it away, trying to break free from his control, but the long arm was like iron; her fingers ached from gripping it, but she couldn't budge it an inch.
Emperor Wusu narrowed his eyes, watching her pinkish-white fingertips as she forcefully pushed him away.
"Naughty."
It sounded like a gentle rebuke, yet also like a dangerous whisper.
Then, Emperor Wusu applied a little force with the fingers that were pinching her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back even higher, bringing the two of them so close that they could almost hear each other's breath.
The scent of ambergris wafted around her nose and lingered on her smooth, delicate skin.
Ji Qingwu stared wide-eyed as she saw that handsome, serene face magnified infinitely in her eyes, so much so that she could see herself reflected in his eyes.
Her hair was disheveled, her robe clung to her body, and she looked bewildered, exuding a tender and alluring air, as if she wished the gentleman would take more of her.
Why would she act like this, trying to curry favor?
Ji Qingwu was restrained and unable to move, so he could only close his eyes in despair.
Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the gaze above her head slowly passing over her face, and her lips trembled slightly.
"Am I really that scary?"
Ji Qingwu remained silent and did not open her eyes. If she could, she would plug her ears as well.
That's how terrifying it is.
Whenever she came into contact with him, she felt a deep-seated fear and an inexplicable palpitation.
Emperor Wusu said in a deep voice, "If you dodge, you must be punished."
Ji Qingwu thought in bewilderment: What kind of punishment is this? Is my head finally going to be moved...?
His mischievous hand finally left her lips, but instead wrapped around her slender waist.
Ji Qingwu suddenly opened his eyes, his body stiffening.
Seeing that her back was tense like a bow, the hand patted her gently, with a sense of comfort, just as she often did to Qiuqiu.
However, there was a significant difference in their postures. Emperor Wusu clasped his hands together, which perfectly encircled her slender waist, and then gently stroked her back.
Ji Qingwu wanted to avoid being touched by hands, so she had to stand up straight and move forward, which, from a distance, looked as if she had deliberately rubbed against Emperor Wu Su.
If you look after what's behind, you can't look after what's ahead.
She had nowhere to retreat, trapped between the large hand behind her and the burning chest in front of her.
Emperor Wusu smiled and coaxed her in a seemingly casual tone, "Be good and don't move."
Who exactly is causing this trouble?
Even through her outer robe, Ji Qingwu could feel the touch and warmth of the large hand, which was exploring upwards from her waist, along her distinct spine, segment by segment.
Even each vertebra of the spine was carefully massaged.
The flesh around the spine was both supple and firm, and he kneaded it inch by inch.
At some point, Ji Qingwu relaxed his body, and the massage from the warm and strong hands felt truly comfortable.
Seeing that she had let down her guard, her body was as soft as a cloud, and she was obediently letting him do whatever he wanted, Emperor Wusu's hand moved to her two thin butterfly bones.
The palm lingers here the longest, seemingly the favorite spot, and the touch becomes increasingly gentle, more like a soothing touch after falling into the water.
Although it's on the back, it also soothes the heart inside.
As someone patted her back, Ji Qingwu's grievances vanished instantly.
What she perceived as a heartwarming gesture was seen as romantic by others.
Ji Qingwu had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but his only practical experience was forced sex; he had never even kissed her, so he was ultimately clueless about matters of the heart.
Thinking it was just a massage, she waited until the massage went on for a while, and then she uncontrollably went limp and couldn't stand up.
She could only helplessly rest her head on those broad, sturdy shoulders, her red lips slightly parted, like a little fish out of water, breathing rapidly, her face flushed.
She didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly.
Emperor Wusu, who took in everything, had eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
He said sarcastically, "My original intention was to punish, but it accidentally turned into a reward."
To be personally served by His Majesty the Emperor—such an honor is reserved for her alone.
Li Yuzong had been waiting on the side, but now he had retreated to a distance of ten meters, though he could still see the shadows of the two men.
When has a cold and hard emperor ever shown such tenderness and care, as if he wanted to meld the person in his arms into his own body?
Ji Qingwu's ears were already bright red, but when she heard that the punishment had turned into a reward, they turned even redder, her earlobes as red as jade.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of longing and resentment as she said, "I didn't invite His Majesty..."
It was his insistence that he do it this way.
The woman nestled in his arms was soft and delicate, with a sweet voice and eyes that seemed to melt into spring water.
That reaction is so painful.
Emperor Wusu, no longer displaying his cold demeanor, chuckled softly, "So it turns out it was all wishful thinking on my part."
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