Chapter 91 There are no other men...
The skin and flesh of his chin, which was being pinched by Emperor Wusu, were aching.
Ji Qingwu trembled, her legs went weak, and she wanted to escape the feeling of being swallowed up.
Her mind was a complete mess. The distant chanting of Buddhist sutras, the sounds of lips entwining and teeth clashing nearby, and the disordered breathing all reached Ji Qingwu's ears clearly.
Her grip on his arm was almost giving way.
He slightly parted his gaze, staring at her lips, which had been sucked until they were rosy red.
How do I compare to Li Chengxun?
Ji Qingwu was still not in the right mind, and subconsciously blurted out what was on her mind: "How can he compare to you? He is worlds apart from you."
Emperor Wusu knew from her watery eyes that she was telling the truth.
A light shone in his dark eyes, his pupils like a galaxy, and his joyful laughter made his entire chest vibrate, making Ji Qingwu, who was leaning against him, even more disoriented.
Emperor Wusu's tone held a gentleness he rarely revealed: "Then how do I compare to your previous men?"
Ji Qingwu said, bewildered, "What other man...?"
The claim of "deceased husband" was merely an excuse used by Mrs. Qiao to appease outsiders. After all, he was the only one; what was there to compare herself to?
These are the moments when Ji Qingwu is most vulnerable, and her innocent and naive appearance is incredibly endearing.
Emperor Wusu lowered his head, pulled her soft body close, pressed his palm against the back of her head, and rewarded her with a few more kisses on her lips.
His breath sprayed onto her swollen, burning lips.
There was no one else around.
Then, instead of being swept up in a storm, it was a series of light, gentle kisses.
Ji Qingwu let out a soft moan, unable to contain herself.
Outside the small door.
Mo Lingling lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Duan Mingfeng's sinister gaze, when she suddenly heard a short, sweet moan.
She looked up and met Duan Mingfeng's gaze, only to find that his eyes did not hold the hostility she had imagined.
So Mo Lingling forced herself to remain calm and said, "There are wildcats in Hanshan Temple, did you hear that?"
Duan Mingfeng reverted to his usual cold and aloof demeanor, warning in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, shut your mouth."
Mo Lingling was quiet for a while, but the kitten's meows grew more and more delicate, as if it were being subjected to inhumane torture.
She touched her ear and whispered, "Did you overhear my conversation with Miss Ji Wu?"
"So what if I heard it, or so what if I didn't?" Duan Mingfeng frowned.
"You absolutely mustn't tell anyone, otherwise..." Mo Lingling looked at his gloomy face and could only change her words, "Otherwise I really won't have a way out."
"You asked for it, and you still dare to ask others to keep your secret?"
Mo Lingling knew he looked down on her actions, and remained silent for a long time.
Then, she said awkwardly, "Just because we're from the same hometown and the Mo family has been kind to you in the past, please help me this once, okay?"
Mo's father had once saved Duan Mingfeng's life, and she was not ashamed to use the favor she had done for others to ask for something in return, but she really had no other choice.
Hearing her mention past favors, Duan Mingfeng sneered, "Do I need to remind you again? I have already repaid the Mo family's kindness. I don't owe the Mo family anything, much less you."
Mo Lingling's eyes widened in surprise. How could she not know when he had ever repaid her? What did he mean by owing her nothing? Did he hate her that much?
She took a step back.
Duan Mingfeng's eyes were as sinister as a cold blade as he watched her retreating feet.
"Stop thinking about protecting Li Chengxun. The one inside is the current emperor. You might not even survive tonight."
Upon learning that the nobleman was the emperor, Mo Lingling turned ashen-faced and her legs trembled uncontrollably as if she were fluffing cotton.
“It’s too late to be afraid now,” Duan Mingfeng said.
Mo Lingling felt a pang of sorrow. Li Chengxun wanted to marry the princess, and there was no longer any possibility between the two of them. Her delusions should end here, but would her life also end today?
But before she could clear her father's name, she touched her lower abdomen, her lips tightly closed, her eyes filled with fear.
Duan Mingfeng squinted and said, "If you still want to live..."
Mo Lingling hurriedly looked up at him.
Duan Mingfeng's gaze fell on her, as if a cold snake had crawled over her. Mo Lingling had been afraid of him since she was a child, but in order to survive, she asked tremblingly.
Can you help me?
Duan Mingfeng leaned against the tree with his arms crossed, and cruelly sneered, "I can't help you."
Mo Lingling felt utterly hopeless.
A long time passed, long enough that she had already decided where she wanted to be buried after she died.
The man said coldly, "You can only beg Miss Ji for help; perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope there."
Seeking Ji Qingwu?!
Even if she were a member of the Ji family, she was just a widow with a bad reputation in Lin'an City. How could she possibly help him?
Mo Lingling's eyes trembled violently; Duan Mingfeng meant...
This fifth young lady of the Ji family actually managed to influence the emperor's mind.
Listening to the sounds inside, Mo Lingling realized that it wasn't some wildcat at all.
When Ji Qingwu followed Emperor Wusu out.
Her face was as white as a peony in the water, and her eyes were wet; she clearly looked like she had been bullied terribly.
Ji Qingwu thought that when Emperor Wusu said "there was no one else around," he meant that there was no one else around.
When the results came out, they found Duan Mingfeng and Mo Lingling waiting outside the door.
Ji Qingwu tried to avoid their gazes. Duan Mingfeng didn't even glance at her, behaving very well. But Mo Lingling's eyes seemed to be glued to her body.
Wherever she went, Mo Lingling looked at her with sparkling eyes.
The heat that had just dissipated from Ji Qingwu's ears surged back up all at once, making her face as beautiful as a peach blossom.
The thought that they could hear the sounds that escaped her mouth made Ji Qingwu glare at the back of the emperor's head several times.
She walked quickly with her head down, trying to leave these people behind.
Emperor Wusu grabbed her hand, his voice still hoarse.
Where to?
In front of Duan Mingfeng and Mo Lingling, the hand he held felt like it was burning with tiny flames.
Ji Qingwu took a breath and said, "I'm going home."
Emperor Wusu asked, "Do you know the way?"
The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds that were half a person tall; she might wander off to some unknown place again.
It wasn't that Ji Qingwu didn't know the way; rather, the small door was surrounded by a formation, making it easy for her to accidentally wander in, but difficult to get out.
Ji Qingwu cleared her throat and said, "My elder sister and Qiuqiu are still waiting for me. They'll be worried if I don't go back for so long."
She secretly glanced at Emperor Wusu's expression, thinking that she couldn't keep his daughter waiting, so she urged her to leave quickly.
Emperor Wusu teased her, noticing her furtive glances, "Even Qiuqiu didn't run off, but you, the adult, got lost. You're more of a worry than a child."
What he said was true. Ji Qingwu was meddling in other people's business, and she got herself into trouble as a result, and she couldn't even defend herself.
Emperor Wusu glanced at the two people behind him and opened his mouth as if to say something.
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