Chapter 47 Want to Marry Every Girl You Meet
This delicate and soft demeanor.
Adding too much would be affected and pretentious, while subtracting too little would lack charm.
What is the meaning of tempering steel a hundred times, turning it into something as soft as silk wrapped around your finger?
Emperor Wusu nodded slightly.
Ji Qingwu's eyes immediately lit up, and she said softly, "Your Majesty has said that I am dull-witted. I am certainly not as talented and wise as Your Majesty. Please enlighten me."
There's a skill to being able to flatter without making people feel disgusted.
Ji Qingwu is quite talented in this field.
A pair of dark, bright eyes stare at you, filled with trust and reliance, making the person being looked at unwilling to betray her affection.
Emperor Wusu gazed at her and said slowly, "There is a way, it just depends on whether you dare to do it."
Ji Qingwu didn't want to get a spanking tomorrow, so he asked anxiously, "What's the method?"
"come over."
Where to go?
His Majesty the Emperor did not make it clear.
Ji Qingwu had misunderstood earlier, and now dared not think of anything else. She immediately agreed and followed behind him.
By the time they arrived at the entrance of Zhaoyang Palace, night had already fallen.
The main hall was brightly lit, and two palace maids stood beside the vermilion gate.
Ji Qingwu remembered the palace maids on night duty that Eunuch Li had mentioned, so she glanced at them a few more times.
Upon closer inspection, they discovered that those who served the emperor were all exceptionally beautiful, comparable to the daughters of noble families in appearance. Consequently, they became even more convinced of what Eunuch Li had said.
After entering the hall.
Inside the vast palace, only Ji Qingwu remained; even Li Yuzong had withdrawn.
The West Hall was draped with layers of low-hanging gauze curtains, through which the dragon bed, covered with brocade quilts, could be vaguely seen.
For some reason, Ji Qingwu's mind kept replaying what Yuchi Lianping had said at the Princess's residence that day: "Once you're on the dragon's bed, even nine lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it..."
She quickly looked away, her ears burning as she stared at the gleaming bricks on the ground.
Emperor Wusu returned to his desk and sat down. The ancient books that he had thrown to the ground earlier had been picked up by the palace servants and placed back on the table.
The desk was wide, with a white rosewood table supporting a purple sandalwood table with a swastika pattern, one yellow and one black, one warm and one cool, the tabletops as smooth as a mirror.
The man placed his fingers on it and tapped it lightly a few times.
Ji Qingwu immediately understood, walked up to him, lowered her head and asked softly, "Your Majesty, what should I do to make the Empress Dowager spare me?"
Emperor Wusu, however, inquired about something else first.
"When did you get engaged? I have never heard of the Ji family ever going through the process of betrothal and name-asking."
This is what she said in a moment of panic by Taiye Lake.
Ji Qingwu said, "For now, it's still a verbal agreement."
Emperor Wusu raised an eyebrow and said, "Can a verbal agreement really stand? I have never heard of any young lady's marriage being agreed upon verbally, without a single piece of paper."
Originally, she and Li Chengxun had only exchanged feelings for each other, and they would start preparing the necessary items for the pre-arranged marriage in the next few days.
But to everyone's surprise, Princess Qingyun took a liking to Young Master Li and learned about their affair. No one knows how the news leaked out.
The fact that they made such a big show of "snatching people" right after the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet.
Seeing that she was distracted, Emperor Wusu said coldly, "I am asking you a question."
Ji Qingwu nodded with an air of certainty: "A verbal agreement is also valid, I acknowledge it. Although it is not as certain as His Majesty's words, I trust... him."
The mere thought of believing him made Emperor Wusu's teeth clench.
But Ji Qingwu was completely unaware that while she had no grand ambitions or anything she was persistent in pursuing, she was unwavering in her commitment to keeping her word.
After a long pause, Emperor Wusu said indifferently, "Only sincerity can break through the falsehoods of the world, and only truth can break through the illusions of the world. Miss Ji cherishes her promise, which is a blessing for that person."
Under the palace lanterns, the woman's face appeared even more radiant.
Emperor Wusu shifted his gaze, the darkness in his eyes gradually fading, and he regained his aloof and dignified imperial demeanor.
The hall remained silent for a long time, so long that Ji Qingwu felt his neck getting sore.
Only then did she hear a deep voice ask her.
"You really want to marry him that much?"
Despite it being just a verbal agreement, he didn't hesitate to argue with Princess Qingyun, and it seemed he was about to fall out with the Empress Dowager.
The cost is enormous.
Ji Qingwu replied ambiguously, "Young Master Li is certainly a good man, otherwise Princess Qingyun wouldn't want to marry him."
Emperor Wusu said sarcastically, "There are plenty of good men in the world. Does Miss Ji think she can marry every single one she meets?"
If Ji Qingwu had thought about it carefully, she would have realized something was wrong, but just then the drumbeats outside started, and she was really anxious.
She frowned and asked impatiently, "Your Majesty, what exactly is the method you mentioned?"
Emperor Wusu remained silent, his face turning cold once more.
Normally, Ji Qingwu would have lowered his head long ago under the emperor's cold gaze.
But time waits for no one. She mustered her courage, moved closer, and cautiously reached out to grab his sleeve.
The hand pressed against the man's bamboo-green robe was a warm white like jade, with a luster that even brocade could not match.
Emperor Wusu glanced at it sideways, then with a flick of his forearm, easily pulled back the corner of the fabric.
The smooth, soft brocade was pulled from Ji Qingwu's palm. The force wasn't strong, but she still felt a burning sensation in her hand.
I don't even want her to touch my clothes.
Outside the palace gate.
Li Yuzong was carrying a tray with a stack of clothes on it, and two palace servants followed behind him.
Emperor Wusu said, "Come in."
After Li Yuzong entered the hall, he said, "Miss Ji, these are the changes of clothes prepared for you in advance."
The dress underneath was still damp and uncomfortable to wear. Ji Qingwu said gratefully, "Thank you, Eunuch Li."
Then, she turned to look at the emperor; whether she could move or not depended on his word.
Emperor Wusu picked up the ancient book from the corner of the table, turned to the original page, lowered his eyes, and no longer wanted to pay attention to her.
"Go ahead, His Majesty ordered this to be prepared, so he must have given his permission," Li Yuzong said in a low voice.
Ji Qingwu nodded, and two palace maids led her into the hot spring in the west wing.
After the figure disappeared, Emperor Wusu stared at the ancient book, frowning impatiently.
She actually took the initiative to get close to him because of her engagement to another man.
The powerful handwriting in his eyes became especially hateful.
Seeing this, Emperor Wusu wanted to throw this rare and precious artifact, which he had painstakingly searched for, into the candlelight.
Both the east and west side halls have bathing pools. The east side hall is considered the most prestigious, so the east side hall has a larger imperial bath.
But that was only for the emperor and empress to use; no one else was qualified to go in.
The entire bathing pool in the west hall is paved with clear, jade-like white stone, and there are white stone steps on each side.
The bottom of the bath is engraved with reliefs of fish, dragons, flowers, and birds, but notably no phoenix. As the water ripples, the dragon and flower patterns sway, creating a unique and charming effect.
This hot spring is already exquisite; I wonder how magnificent the imperial hot spring of the emperor and empress must be.
The palace maid who was attending to her bath bowed and stepped forward, wanting to remove her outer robe.
Ji Qingwu dodged slightly, using his hand to shield her, and said, "No need for the palace servants, I can do it myself."
She wasn't being coy or shy; she was just uncomfortable with being touched by others.
A moon-white outer robe, a jade-green silk sash, a light and sheer long skirt, inner garments, and undergarments, layer upon layer, one by one, lay on the edge of the bathtub.
Long legs and a slender waist, graceful and elegant, her back more beautiful and flawless than jade.
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