Chapter 70 Keep it down, the child is still asleep
A man's heart is as hard as iron until death.
However, things may be the same, but people's hearts are different.
He had seen all sorts of beautiful women weeping pitifully, some with tears welling up in their eyes, some with pear blossoms in the rain, and some with broken hearts.
A few days ago, the stunningly beautiful Consort Wei wept uncontrollably in front of Hongsheng Pavilion, which only annoyed him.
Only this pure little blue lotus could let his tears seep into his heart, little by little.
In the teahouse, she defied himself again, and he had countless ruthless methods to make her admit her mistake and submit instantly.
But as soon as he saw her red eyes and trembling shoulders, he couldn't bring himself to do it and couldn't bring himself to punish her.
Emperor Wusu put the jade pendant into his palm and examined it carefully under the lamplight.
He smirked and said, "Have I lost my memory? Wasn't this five-colored thread broken? Now it has miraculously recovered."
Ji Qingwu's fingers were intertwined, and the pads of his fingers were red from using too much force when braiding the rope.
Emperor Wusu raised an eyebrow and continued leisurely, "Not only has it been restored, but a delicate little lotus flower has also been added."
Where the five-colored thread broke, a delicate five-colored lotus flower appeared, inlaid within.
The petals are layered and outlined with gold thread, showing that a lot of thought and effort was put into them.
Emperor Wusu couldn't help but recall when he first entered the room, she was a petite figure in a light blue nightgown, her profile under the lamplight serene and gentle, and his troubled mood improved considerably.
By the time he could see clearly what she was doing with a serious expression...
Even the greatest anger subsided.
He stood by the door, watching intently for as long as she wove.
Emperor Wusu's eyes darkened: "You're up so late at night, just to fix it?"
Ji Qingwu's face burned with embarrassment, and she wanted to escape.
She didn't know what was wrong with her just now; all she could see when she opened and closed her eyes was this broken five-colored thread.
So she worked late into the night, only to be caught red-handed by the uninvited emperor. She couldn't understand her own unusual behavior; perhaps she just couldn't bear to see her work ruined.
Seeing that she had lowered her head to her chest, Emperor Wusu's eyes were as black as lacquer, and he said directly, "Put it on for me."
Ji Qingwu raised his head and asked innocently, "Didn't Your Majesty say you didn't want it anymore?"
"When did I ever say I didn't want to?"
He never said it, but he showed it through his actions.
In the teahouse, it was he who tore off the jade pendant and threw it at her before storming off in a huff. Ji Qingwu still dares not recall the terrifying appearance of Emperor Wusu at that time.
Seeing that she was lost in thought again, Emperor Wusu lowered his eyes and looked at her face.
He said in a deep voice, "Taking something without asking is considered stealing."
Steal? Isn't this jade pendant hers?
Emperor Wusu taught her what it means to have unspeakable suffering.
He didn't bother arguing with her about it, and said with a piercing gaze, "Since you stole my jade, then there must be an eye for an eye."
Ji Qingwu was led astray by him and asked, "How can there be give and take?" What in her room could possibly catch the emperor's eye?
He spoke in a cold voice, uttering words of romance.
"Of course, it is stealing jade and stealing fragrance."
Ji Qingwu's face immediately turned bright red.
Emperor Wusu's eyes were filled with laughter as he remarked, "You look much better with a flushed face than with red eyes."
Ji Qingwu realized what he was talking about.
She thought to herself: His Majesty the Emperor's cold face is frightening, and his smiling face is even more unsettling. Whenever he appears, it is extremely unfriendly to her fragile heart.
The warm candlelight illuminated Emperor Wusu's handsome face, making his cold and aloof features appear as gentle as jade.
Her heart trembled, and she hurriedly tried to find something to say, "Didn't Your Majesty want to wear the jade pendant?"
The jade pendant was gently placed on her lap, and he leaned closer to her.
He must have been waiting at the door for a long time, because he wasn't chilled by the outside air, and even the scent on his robes had been absorbed by the incense in her room.
Ji Qingwu knelt beside the couch, picked up the jade pendant, and leaned forward slightly.
Her fingertips accidentally touched Emperor Wusu's waist; the touch was not soft and resilient like a woman's, but rather strong and powerful.
Ji Qingwu tried her best not to touch his body; she was tense all over.
Emperor Wusu's eyes were dark and unfathomable.
From this angle, she was wearing a loose nightgown, leaning forward with her head down and the neckline exposed. His gaze was unconsciously drawn to that dazzling expanse of white.
Unbeknownst to her, as she fastened the jade pendant, her soft flesh trembled slightly with the movement of her body.
Noticing that the breathing above him had become much heavier, Ji Qingwu quickened his finger movements.
Sweat beaded on her nose as she whispered, "Your Majesty, the jade pendant is fastened."
Ji Qingwu sat up straight and stepped back.
He leaned down, pressed his hand against her back, and stroked her waist with his large hand.
Ji Qingwu was only wearing her nightgown; her outer robe had long since slipped off, and she flinched as she was burned by the heat of his palm.
The hand continued to move downwards, giving her buttocks a light pinch, and Ji Qingwu let out a soft moan.
He immediately received a kind reminder from the emperor.
"Keep your voice down, the child is still asleep."
Startled, Ji Qingwu quickly looked into the bed curtains. Qiuqiu was fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up.
She punched his shoulder in embarrassment and annoyance.
He knew the little girl was asleep, yet he still pinched her without restraint.
But she regretted it as soon as she did it. Who would dare to hit the emperor? That was a serious crime of insubordination.
She immediately turned her head, carefully checking his expression to see if he was angry.
Emperor Wusu chuckled softly, his deep laughter captivating and alluring.
Like a small animal cornered, she glared with wide eyes, thinking she was fierce as she brandished her little claws, but instead tickled the spot in his heart that itched most.
Emperor Wusu's heart softened, but his hands would not.
He then pinched her a few more times, and after satisfying his urge, he said with a smile, "Am I too easy to get along with? You even dare to bully me."
Ji Qingwu, who had clearly been bullied terribly by him, could only endure it guiltily.
She bit her lip to keep quiet.
He sighed, “How did it grow here? It’s like chewy, tender tofu.”
She looked up blankly, her eyes filled with a thick mist, and then heard his deep, mellow whisper.
"Hold on tight."
What are you holding? What's secure?
Ji Qingwu quickly found out; her eyes widened, and she gasped.
Emperor Wusu lifted her up steadily with one arm, as if she were nothing, and carried her directly from the couch.
Ji Qingwu felt dizzy, and to maintain her balance, she reached out and held onto his broad shoulders.
Her breathing was soft, her hair gently brushed against his neck, and the fresh scent of her bath was even stronger.
Emperor Wusu's arm muscles tensed, and he suddenly bounced upwards, as if coaxing a child.
Afraid of falling, Ji Qingwu immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her upper body tightly against his hard chest, clinging to him.
Emperor Wusu felt as if he were embracing a light and soft cloud. He tightened his arms and held the person in his arms even closer.
In this position, Ji Qingwu was able to look down at him. No one had ever seen the emperor from this angle, and she could see all the changes in his expression.
His gaze fell precisely on her neck, meticulously tracing the outline of her collarbone, before moving to the cross-collar of her nightgown.
Emperor Wusu's eyes darkened.
He raised his head, his Adam's apple bobbing, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Awu, I have more patience for you than I expected."
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