Chapter 77 On the verge of drowning, two imperial edicts
Ji Qingwu felt all his strength drained away.
She vaguely thought that although she hadn't chosen to jump into the river and drown.
But they lead to the same goal by different paths.
She fully experienced what it felt like to be kissed so hard she couldn't breathe, to be on the verge of drowning.
Moreover, her tongue was numb, so she couldn't taste anything, let alone test her sense of taste. Even if you gave her a bitter melon, she wouldn't be able to taste it.
The person on her body was the exact opposite of her.
His breathing became deep and labored, and his handsome face pressed against her neck, brushing against her earlobe almost imperceptibly.
He was burning up, his body temperature even higher than hers when she was drugged with the "Life-long Pleasure" spell.
Although she could guess the reason, she had never truly experienced it herself.
Ji Qingwu reached out and carefully touched his forehead. Fortunately, it was not a high fever, which was almost impossible.
Sensing her movement, a dark current flashed in Emperor Wusu's eyes.
He loosened his arms that had been supporting him, and pressed his body completely against her.
Ji Qingwu immediately quieted down, his hands stopped moving, his eyes stopped turning, and he stared blankly at the bed curtains.
So heavy, so hot, so...
She tightened her lower abdomen, trying to minimize contact with him.
The woman beneath him had a beautiful figure, like a helpless rose lying drunk on a branch at dawn.
What else could be causing his physical changes? Emperor Wusu's inner fire was raging, but this was not the right place.
If this continued, Ji Qingwu didn't know whether she would die of embarrassment or be crushed to death first. She pushed him away with both hands, and he didn't make things difficult for her. Using her strength, he turned over and lay on his side.
Ji Qingwu had something on his mind that he had been curious about but hadn't asked yet. Now was the perfect time to talk about something serious and ease the overly heated atmosphere.
Why is Your Majesty here?
Emperor Wusu lazily picked up a strand of her hair, twirled it around his fingers, and did not answer directly.
What do you think?
Ji Qingwu recalled what the servant had said when he knocked on the door and asked, "Has something serious happened? I heard that something happened at Prince Yong's Jade Pavilion."
The name Li Chengxun was on the tip of her tongue, but she cleverly swallowed it back, remembering the lesson she had learned from the last time.
Emperor Wusu picked up the hairpin that had rolled to the side and played with it in his palm.
He asked, "When I came here, did you intend to fight to the death with someone?"
Thinking that something might really happen, Emperor Wusu's expression turned cold again.
Ji Qingwu said innocently, "I didn't know it was His Majesty who came, otherwise I certainly wouldn't have done this."
Emperor Wusu lifted his eyelids to look at her and asked, "Knowing it's me, you gave up resistance and surrendered, letting me do whatever I want?"
"No, that won't happen either."
As they talked, the atmosphere between them started to become awkward again.
Ji Qingwu avoided his gaze, keeping her thoughts clear, and asked again, "The Emperor hasn't said why he came. What exactly happened at Jade Pavilion?"
It must have been something very serious for the lustful Prince Yong to be summoned away. Could Ji Changyan's mistake be related to this matter?
She really wanted to know the reason behind it.
Emperor Wusu twisted her chin and said, "Awu really wants to know. Information should always be exchanged for something of equal value."
Ji Qingwu looked at the object in his hand and said, "If Your Majesty likes this hairpin, may we exchange it?"
Emperor Wusu shook his head: "It's not enough."
"Can I make it up next time?"
He neither confirmed nor denied it.
Perhaps it was because Emperor Wusu's gaze was too warm that Ji Qingwu's heart stirred, and she took his sleeve.
She felt a little uneasy, after all, he had shaken her off both times before.
As Emperor Wusu looked at the slender, jade-like fingers on the dark blue fabric of his robe, he also recalled those two incidents.
The first time she tugged at his sleeve was at Zhaoyang Palace, about her engagement to Li Chengxun. The second time was by the lotus pond, to hurry and see her brother, Ji Changlin.
They all asked him for favors related to other men.
Ji Qingwu had been observing his expression and saw that his lips were pursed, indicating that he was mentally prepared to be dumped again.
Emperor Wusu made a move; he flipped his palm and grasped her fingers, holding them in his hand.
Then, he pulled it to his lips, lowered his head and kissed it again and again, not missing a single knuckle.
The touch of soft, warm lips on my fingertips brought me a feeling of being cherished like never before.
Ji Qingwu felt his heartbeat skip a few beats. The saying "the ten fingers are connected to the heart" must be true. His heartbeat seemed to be beating in sync with the frequency of his tender kisses.
Emperor Wusu threw away the hairpin, clearly having found a more suitable toy, and clenched her fingers in his palm, pinching and kneading them.
Ji Qingwu couldn't resist and lightly scratched his palm with her fingers.
He took one last bite before speaking: "The assassination of former Censor Yan Zongrang is a major case with far-reaching implications. I entrusted the investigation to Li Chengxun, but seeing the difficulties he was facing, and since I happened to have some leads, I let him handle it."
"I've come here..." he said with a rather dignified expression, "to supervise the investigation of this case."
Ji Qingwu's lips curled up uncontrollably.
"His Majesty just happened to deliver the message to him tonight, happened to be supervising the case on the dragon boat, and happened to walk into the room where Prince Yong usually stays."
Her eyes sparkled like light as she moved.
She smiled and said, "Your Majesty has so many just right things, which means... this humble woman is truly blessed. Tomorrow I will go to Hanshan Temple to pray to Buddha and fulfill my vow."
Hearing her witty remark, Emperor Wusu's lips curled up, and he placed her hand on his chest.
“Why go to Hanshan Temple to fulfill a vow? There’s something right here.” He added, “After you go home, stay in your own courtyard and don’t go out no matter who comes to invite you.”
Ji Qingwu didn't understand what that sentence meant at the time.
The next day, when it was broad daylight.
Two imperial edicts arrived at the Ji residence.
Firstly, Ji Changyan, the second son of the Ji family, was imprisoned in the Imperial Prison under the jurisdiction of the Imperial City Guard for plotting to murder a former censor.
Secondly, Ji Qingwu, the fifth young lady of the Ji family, offended the emperor yesterday and was ordered to stay at home. She was not allowed to leave the courtyard without an imperial edict, and outsiders were not allowed to enter.
Madam Ji had no time to pay attention to the second imperial edict.
Upon hearing that Ji Changyan had been sent to the imperial prison, she nearly collapsed, and the old nanny beside her had to support her to prevent her from falling.
It turns out that the Emperor's failure to reward the Ji family a few days ago was because Ji Changyan had caused a great disaster.
Madam Ji quickly realized what was happening and immediately said to the nanny beside her, "Go and give the Empress Dowager a token. I want to go to the palace."
When the imperial edict arrived, Ji Qingwu was still fast asleep, so he didn't even notice the two extra people at the door.
Sanchuan was transformed from a secret guard to an open guard, and Emperor Wusu even added another one. The two guards stood like two gate gods at the entrance of Wutong Garden.
Birds that pass by are glared at fiercely by them, then flap their wings and flee for their lives.
Sihai gestured with his lip: "Brother Chuan, how's your injury?"
San Chuan glanced at him and said weakly, "Still alive."
Yesterday, because the fifth young lady of the Ji family had an accident, Sanchuan was punished when he went to report the news. It was a whipping punishment unique to the Dark Guard Department.
It won't damage the skin, but the underlying muscles and fascia will tear, and it will take at least a month to heal.
Sihai looked at Sanchuan's pale lips and asked in a low voice, "Just who is that person inside?"
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