Chapter 92 Even before I've done anything wrong, Your Majesty is already thinking of punishing me.
Ji Qingwu had already received the distress signal from Mo Lingling's eyes.
Ji Qingwu grasped Emperor Wusu's hand, interrupting him, "Let's hurry up and go, otherwise Qiuqiu will get impatient and start crying."
A look of astonishment flashed across Duan Mingfeng's eyes.
He had never seen anyone dare to interrupt the Emperor, and he admired Miss Ji's courage.
The original Ji Qingwu would never have dared to do that; facing Emperor Wusu, she was always trembling with fear and timidity.
However, Emperor Wusu has always restrained his temper towards her these past few times, speaking gently and softly. Although he left without a word at Wutong Garden last time, he did not lose his temper with her.
Women tend to become more delicate and pampered the more they are raised.
Therefore, Ji Qingwu felt that she could still occasionally "act spoiled and pampered," and the present moment was a good opportunity to test this.
Emperor Wusu frowned slightly as he watched her fair and delicate hand take his. It was about someone else again...
The emperor's handsome face darkened.
Duan Mingfeng was prepared to kneel down and beg for mercy, and Mo Lingling's face turned deathly pale.
Ji Qingwu was also feeling apprehensive, but this time, because she had to protect others, she felt a heavy responsibility on her shoulders, and her courage grew considerably.
Five slender fingers deftly slipped between his fingers, changing to an intimate gesture of interlocking their fingers.
Ji Qingwu looked up and gazed into his eyes, then shook his hand in a pleading manner.
She said gently, "How about letting Lord Duan escort Miss Mo back?"
The soft touch of her hand pressed against his palm, rubbing away the thin calluses on the base of his fingers, smoothing away much of the hard calluses in his heart.
In the end, Emperor Wusu did not speak, released his hand, and walked away alone.
That means you agree!
Ji Qingwu quickly turned around and gestured for the two of them to hurry up and leave.
Mo Lingling let out a long sigh of relief, her legs giving way as she sat down on the stone steps. Duan Mingfeng watched thoughtfully as Ji Qingwu chased after the emperor's departing figure.
Emperor Wusu strode along, and Ji Qingwu hurried to keep up, but later found that he had to jog to keep up.
This scene resembles Chiu Chiu sulking and running around in a fit of rage.
Ji Qingwu's heart skipped a beat, and he ran a few steps before circling around to intercept him.
She called out breathlessly, "Your Majesty."
Emperor Wusu's expression was cold. Although he did not look at her, he still stopped in his tracks.
Ji Qingwu recalled that after shaking off his hand so many times, he always had the same cold expression as this time.
She asked, "Your Majesty, why are you unhappy?"
Emperor Wusu raised his long eyebrows, looked over, and said, "It's a wonder you could even tell."
This was the first time Ji Qingwu had asked the question after so many attempts.
Emperor Wusu continued, "I thought Miss Ji was blind and insensitive, unable to sense my displeasure."
Ji Qingwu was a little confused by this sarcastic remark.
Was he waiting for her to ask? But it was always the people who speculated about the emperor's intentions; how could she dare to ask?
She explained, "I didn't dare to ask before, as it's a big taboo to inquire about the Emperor's likes and dislikes."
"You dare to do it now? Aren't you afraid of taboos?"
Emperor Wusu remained expressionless. Ji Qingwu said gently, "After all, it was I who displeased Your Majesty. Naturally, I should know the reason and apologize to Your Majesty."
He stared at her, his eyes dark and intense.
Throughout history, those who wield power have been surrounded by sycophants. The world is bustling with activity, all driven by the pursuit of power, fame, and fortune.
What I desire most is a pure heart, not because of others, not because of material desires, and not because of power.
Although what Ji Qingwu did was far from being that bad.
Emperor Wusu was very particular about this matter and did not want her to make any requests or show favor to him because of anyone else.
Ji Qingwu saw him staring at her without saying a word, and a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes.
She reached out and took his index finger. Seeing that he didn't show any aversion, she took another finger and gradually wrapped her small hand around the tips of his four fingers.
Emperor Wusu's Adam's apple bobbed.
Ji Qingwu observed his expression. As she moved, she loosened her grip slightly and slowly ran her fingers across his palm, rubbing against the inside of his wrist.
The skin here is noticeably less rough than the palm of your hand, but it is also more sensitive.
Beneath his robe sleeves, she grasped his wrist, though she could only encircle half of it.
Emperor Wusu looked down at her hand.
Ji Qingwu tapped with her fingertip and smiled slightly, saying, "Your Majesty does not dislike my touch."
"Then the problem lies elsewhere." Ji Qingwu pulled the large hand close to his eyes, his eyes brimming with tears: "What His Majesty truly dislikes is..."
Emperor Wusu looked up at her movements, a dark undercurrent flashing in his eyes.
Ji Qingwu chuckled softly: "It's other people's business."
Emperor Wusu was actually displeased over such a thing. After Ji Qingwu figured out the key point, he found it amusing.
As an emperor in a high position, he possessed an arrogant air of looking down upon the world, and everyone sought his help. Why, then, did her asking for his help ignite a fire in his heart and cause him displeasure?
Seeing her sly smile, Emperor Wusu pinched her soft, bouncy cheek.
"Now that you know why I am unhappy, you should take this as a warning. If you repeat this mistake, what should your punishment be?"
Ji Qingwu's eyes widened: "This humble woman has not yet committed any wrongdoing, yet Your Majesty is already thinking about how to punish me."
She muttered under her breath, "The Emperor's heart is truly unfathomable."
Even if she spoke very softly, Emperor Wusu's hearing was exceptional, and he could hear her clearly.
Emperor Wusu already adored her soft, tender face, and hearing her dare to be so presumptuous in front of him, he couldn't help but increase the force of his abuse.
Ji Qingwu mumbled, "Is Your Majesty kneading dough?"
"Yes, I'm making dough figurines."
Emperor Wusu asked inquiringly, "What kind of disguise method did you use? There wasn't a single flaw."
Ji Qingwu stopped laughing and pretended not to hear, refusing to respond.
Emperor Wusu was furious at her stubbornness and pinched her hard, leaving a red mark on Ji Qingwu's face.
She covered her face and glanced at him with a mixture of shyness and resentment.
Then, he grabbed her by the neck and beat her up again.
After exiting the main gate of Hanshan Temple, we arrived at the carriage of the Marquis of Zhongyong.
Chunxing was waiting by the carriage. When she saw Ji Qingwu, she hurriedly said, "Fifth Miss, you're finally back! Madam was so worried. She almost went to find you herself, but she had to persuade her not to."
Ji Qingwu asked, "Are Big Sister and Qiuqiu alright?"
“Madam and Miss are resting in the carriage,” Chunxing replied.
Chiu Chiu had already taken a nap in the carriage. As soon as she heard Ji Qingwu's voice, she immediately lifted the curtain and poked her little head out to look.
The little girl still had marks on her face from sleeping, clearly she had just woken up. She said in a clear voice, "Mother!"
When Ji Qingrong saw her fifth sister return, she relaxed her guard and was about to say a few words to her, telling her not to run around anymore, when she saw the male figure standing a few meters away.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, her eyes filled with surprise.
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