Chapter 67 Her identity had already been exposed.
Mo Lingling said, "Is my lord lying to me? There's no such person in the world."
Ji Qingwu immediately gave a very convincing example.
"Yes, for example, the young master in front of you. If there is such a man, how could there not be such a woman?"
Mo Lingling stared at Emperor Wu Su.
Needless to say, his handsome appearance makes him the center of attention wherever he goes.
Even when deliberately concealed, his aura still exudes an undeniable sense of oppression.
She had seen many imposing high-ranking officials in the Liangxiang Pavilion, but none could compare to the imposing aura emanating from this noblewoman with a mere glance.
Mo Lingling lowered her head in disappointment; there really was such a thing.
Ji Qingwu nodded: "There are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. There is no need for you to feel ashamed of yourself."
Seeing that they dared to discuss the emperor, Duan Mingfeng angrily said, "How dare you be so insolent in front of our master!"
The deputy magistrate of the Imperial City Guard was acting rather agitated, which was unlike his usual behavior. Emperor Wusu glanced at him calmly.
"An old acquaintance?"
Duan Mingfeng was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and agreed.
Emperor Wusu stood up and said calmly, "Mingfeng, escort this Miss Mo back."
"Your subordinates still need to protect..."
"It's alright."
Duan Mingfeng accepted the order and strode over, grabbed Mo Lingling's arm, and dragged her out as if he were going to execute her.
Mo Lingling, still unwilling to give up, turned back and said, "My lord, please accept me. I've made up my mind about you!"
Hearing her still nagging, Duan Mingfeng's brows furrowed in gloom, and he began to consider knocking her unconscious and taking her away.
Ji Qingwu also stood up, looked at Emperor Wusu, and said softly, "Young Master, please help her."
The woman was pregnant after all, and Duan Mingfeng dragged her away without showing her any tenderness.
"How can I help you? Help you take her as a concubine?" Emperor Wusu pulled Ji Qingwu to his side with a long arm.
He looked at the snow-white collar of her dress and asked, "Did your wife at home agree? Why don't you ask her instead of asking me?"
First wife...
Ji Qingwu was speechless. This was just her way of evading Mo Lingling's question. She didn't actually have a wife. Asking him was obviously because of his power and influence.
Emperor Wusu slowly approached her, his steps unhurried, his eyes filled with a searching look.
She involuntarily took a step back, a sense of panic rising within her. In their private interactions, she always felt utterly defeated.
At the same time.
Dragged along by Duan Mingfeng, Mo Lingling clung tightly to the stair railing with both hands, turning back to gaze longingly at her ideal young man.
Then she was startled and stopped struggling, which caused her to stumble and fall to the ground.
Seeing her sitting on the ground, staring blankly upstairs, Duan Mingfeng also turned his head to look.
A handsome young man in a light blue robe and his master were seen, one retreating in a panic, the other approaching recklessly.
Until the young man's slender, white neck was pressed down, his frail body had nowhere to escape and was pinned against the wall of the private room, unable to move.
This scene is enough to make one blush and their heart race.
Mo Lingling's knees were a little sore from the fall, but her mood had improved. She murmured, "So he's gay. It's normal that he doesn't like me."
Daring to say that the emperor was gay, Duan Mingfeng covered her mouth and warned her in a cold voice, "If you want to live, shut up and pretend you didn't see anything."
The atmosphere between the two people upstairs.
It's not as idyllic as outsiders perceive it to be.
Emperor Wusu concealed his emotions and asked indifferently, "What did that courtesan call you?"
With the back of his neck being gripped, Ji Qingwu felt a sense of crisis from head to toe, as if he were being controlled by him.
She replied politely, "My lord."
These two words carry no extra emotion, but to a man's ears, they sound indescribably comforting and soothing.
Emperor Wusu's gaze traveled down her neckline, and he asked with interest, "Which family's young master are you? Tell me your name, and let me see if I recognize you."
Ji Qingwu could not continue making up stories, otherwise he would have to use countless lies to cover up this lie.
Unable to play dumb any longer, she chuckled dryly and said, "Your Majesty, your eyesight is truly excellent; you saw right through my disguise at a glance."
Emperor Wusu's gaze lingered on her face: "What I've seen through is more than just this."
His words carried a deeper meaning.
Ji Qingwu's eyes widened in shock.
She knew she should seize the opportunity to ask what else the emperor had seen through; he was enticing her to seek the answer.
But could she bear the consequences of asking? She knew that day would come sooner or later, but she was still afraid.
Emperor Wusu stared at her petal-like soft lips, waiting for her reply.
Ji Qingwu clenched his fist, then released it, then clenched it into a fist again, his face scrunched up.
She said nervously and cautiously, "Your Majesty, I have a question for you. Can you promise that you won't be angry?"
"That depends on the problem."
Emperor Wusu reached out and stroked her face, his tone unusually gentle.
"However, since it is A-Wu who has spoken, I will be more patient."
His gaze was so intense that Ji Qingwu couldn't help but lower her eyes.
Just then, she caught a glimpse of something.
In an instant, her pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in her heart.
A jade pendant hung on his robe.
It is a lifelike little koi fish.
Her eyes welled up with tears. This was the jade pendant she had personally placed under Yuan Heng's brocade quilt. Qiu Qiu also had an identical one; it was a pair of jade pendants made for her by Qiao Shi.
Ji Qingwu's lips trembled uncontrollably.
She left this jade pendant to Yuan Heng, but he kept it safe and sound...
If you look slightly upwards, the cord that hangs the jade pendant is a five-colored silk thread.
It was the very same one he had personally woven for her yesterday in the Hall of Diligent Governance, when he had pressed her onto the dragon throne.
He did not wear it on his wrist, but rather hung it on his body in this way.
The five-colored thread and the koi fish pendant both belong to her.
Ji Qingwu's every eyelash was trembling, and the blood in her body seemed to be churning constantly.
In fact, Emperor Wusu had long since discovered her identity.
All along, she had been deceiving herself; he was waiting for her to reveal the truth...
But why didn't he get angry as she had imagined?
Is he planning to punish her after she walks right into his trap? Or is he showing a different kind of leniency towards the woman he spent a night with?
Ji Qingwu's mind was racing with all the things that had happened since she returned home.
The imperial edict clearly told her that the emperor did not want Lady Ji to enter the palace as a concubine.
But now he regrets it.
He wanted her.
So what is it about her that makes him so eager?
On the desk in the Hall of Diligent Governance, she had seen Emperor Wusu's deep, dark expression, a naked, undisguised desire.
Emperor Wusu had been on the throne for many years, but he only had one son. Even though Consort Wei was so favored, she did not give birth to any children.
Thinking of this, her heart tightened, and her fingernails unconsciously dug into her flesh, leaving bright red marks.
It was because he discovered the secret that only she could bear him children.
All he wanted was her body.
Emperor Wusu gently stroked her delicate chin with his thumb and urged, "Why haven't you asked yet?"
Ji Qingwu took a deep breath, his eyes flashing.
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