Chapter 451 He's even more cold-blooded, what kind of fetish is this?
Gao Zhaoyue's fingertips, adorned with crimson nail polish, slowly climbed up his chin, her nails gleaming like blood droplets in the flickering candlelight.
"I heard that the Emperor of Beili was destined to have no heir, but he had a prince after he was blessed with a woman of destiny."
She suddenly tightened her grip and lifted Yuwen Tiancheng's face.
"He was assassinated last time because he wanted to protect that woman."
Yuwen Tiancheng's lowered eyelashes cast a blue shadow on his face, and he asked in a calm voice, "So?"
“Now, that woman has reappeared in the Northern Army.” She released his hand, her fingertips brushing heavily against his lower lip, and said, “She is currently in Zhao Mingyan’s tent.”
Yuwen Tiancheng asked, "What do you want to do?"
Gao Zhaoyue hadn't forgotten that there was someone outside who had delivered the message, and the corners of her eyes suddenly turned upwards.
"Tiancheng, let the people outside come in first."
Yuwen Tiancheng nodded, then resumed his indifferent expression.
After the scout entered, he quickly reported the news he had received: the poison on the wolf king had been cured, and he had appeared near the Xijin army, summoning away the hundreds of wild wolves imprisoned in the camp.
Gao Zhaoyue said with displeasure, "Wolves are hard to control. After successfully luring the wolf king and using the Gu poison, one wolf escaped. Strangely enough, that wolf didn't listen to the wolf king."
"It's alright." Yuwen Tiancheng said in a calm tone, "It's fine if they run away. Being out of control would be a potential danger, and it would be bad if they hurt you."
Gao Zhaoyue said, "No, last time the number of spider gu was limited due to the emergency, but now we have bred over a thousand."
Yuwen Tiancheng suddenly turned his head, pulled up her sleeve, and saw countless small red dots on her fair, almost translucent skin.
“The spider gu needs to be nourished by the blood of the caster. You have raised so many gu at once, which will cause great damage to your body.”
Gao Zhaoyue pulled down her sleeves; she was already used to the various marks on her body.
The secret arts of the Tianyue Clan all require self-sacrifice, so she understood a principle very early on: what you want, you must exchange for something of equal value.
She looked at Yuwen Tiancheng with seductive eyes and said, "I want to see if the Emperor of Beili is really the infatuated lover he's rumored to be."
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Northern military camp.
The howling north wind outside the tent whipped sand against the tent fabric, causing the candlelight on the table to flicker.
The guard returned shortly after leaving, kneeling and saying, "Master, Yuwen Shuo has died suddenly."
Zhao Mingyan stood in front of the sand table with the map hanging on it, picked up the red flag representing Xijin, and the flagpole spun in his palm, leaving afterimages.
"Yuwen Tiancheng is more impatient than I expected, taking the life of the King of Xijin so quickly. In terms of ruthlessness, he has truly not disappointed me."
The guard said, "The old emperor is dead, and the whole country is in mourning. The morale of Xijin might be affected. Perhaps we should do it now..."
The secret guard made a sneak attack, intending to retaliate in kind by assassinating the Crown Prince of Xijin and launching a surprise attack on Xijin's main camp.
“He is waiting for me to make a move.” Zhao Mingyan said in a deep voice, “Yuwen Tiancheng’s vigilance will only increase, and this person cannot be judged by common sense.”
Emperor Wusu's words were profound, and the secret guards only vaguely understood them.
Zhao Mingyan traced the winding white glacier on the sand table with his fingertips and said, "He is even more cold-blooded than Yuwen Shuo."
For seven days, from the time Yuwen Tianqing was imprisoned until he was sentenced to death, Xi Jin made no move. He didn't believe that Yuwen Tiancheng was unaware of this matter.
Perhaps Yuwen Tianqing's assassination attempt in Beili was at his behest, yet he could watch his brother die without even sending anyone to collect his body.
Instead, Yuwen Tiancheng directly provoked trouble in the northern border, using the death of the fourth prince of Xijin as a pretext to send troops, which shows his cold-bloodedness and inhumanity.
The guard continued, "Master, I heard that they plan to release all one thousand wild beasts."
Zhao Mingyan reached out and pressed his hand on the edge of the sand table. The red flag representing the Xijin camp had just been planted at the Luoying Gorge pass.
The jagged rocks of Luoying Gorge resembled giant beasts in the flickering candlelight.
Zhao Mingyan suddenly snapped the flagpole in half and tossed it aside, his eyes sharp as he said, "Then cut off the beast's fangs."
It is unclear what instructions the emperor gave, but the secret guards quickly disappeared.
Inside the inner room, Ji Qingwu was very tired, but she couldn't sleep. She stared wide-eyed at the top of the bed curtains, listening to them talk.
With no sound in her ears, she stretched out her arm, intending to lift the bed curtains to check the situation, when the curtains were suddenly ripped open.
Zhao Mingyan grabbed her wrist, which was suspended in mid-air, and rubbed his thumb in a circular motion over her throbbing pulse.
"Aren't you tired yet?"
Ji Qingwu bit her lower lip and nodded honestly: "Tired."
"Why aren't you sleeping when you're tired?"
Zhao Mingyan's Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze swept over her collarbone, where the previous hickeys had faded to faint traces.
He asked calmly, "Did I disturb you?"
Ji Qingwu glanced at him. The candles in the inner room had not yet been lit, and his eyebrows and eyes were immersed in the shadows, exuding an indescribable depth and handsomeness.
Her face flushed slightly, and she said, "I...I want to go to the purification room."
The sound was barely audible, and the toes under the covers curled up in embarrassment.
He had given her too much tea earlier, and her lower abdomen was bloated and aching, but she didn't want to run into the guards who were reporting official business, so she had been enduring it until now.
Zhao Mingyan raised an eyebrow slightly, his fingertips tracing her earlobe: "Go if you want to, why are you holding back?"
While Emperor Wusu was listening to the secret report from the guards, Ji Qingwu's body had recovered most of its strength. The stinging pain had disappeared, and only his groin still had a slight soreness.
But Ji Qingwu didn't want him to discover that she was almost fully recovered, after all, a recovery in such a short time was truly unbelievable.
She suddenly tightened her grip on the corner of the blanket, her knuckles turning a pale pink. She deliberately frowned and pretended to be in pain, her face contorted in pain. She struggled to sit up and slowly moved towards the edge of the bed.
After doing all that, her breathing became rapid, and she was quite tired.
But then she saw Zhao Mingyan's dark cloud-patterned waist belt lying across her eyes, with the dragon-shaped jade buckle facing her. She looked up at her face, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"
Zhao Mingyan asked, "Are you sure you can walk by yourself?"
Ji Qingwu said, "I think so... I can manage if I walk slowly."
Without a word, Zhao Mingyan picked her up and carried her in his arms with one arm, but she was only supported by his arm.
He gently bounced her around, and Ji Qingwu quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, straining her waist and abdomen to keep from falling.
Zhao Mingyan's gaze swept over the top of her head, carrying a faint, dark light.
He carried her into the clean room, where the wash area and handwashing area were separated by a screen made of various precious materials.
Ji Qingwu smelled the familiar scent of agarwood.
The sandalwood chamber pot is two feet three inches long, with the seat wrapped in satin. Inside, there is a layer of aged locust wood charcoal ash three fingers thick, and on top of that, there are sandalwood shavings. At the bottom, there is a sliding groove that can be opened and closed by a mechanism.
Ji Qingwu was placed on top, and upon seeing the chamber pot, she became even more anxious, as if something was about to gush out.
But the emperor remained standing beside her, not moving. What kind of fetish is it to watch someone relieve themselves?
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