"If your Majesty does not like me, I am willing to make it possible for you. I will ask my mother, the Empress Dowager, to cancel the marriage and also make your marriage to Sister Wenjin possible."
"You are overthinking. I will never marry anyone named Wen. She is not worthy of being my wife, Fu Jingheng."
"Your Majesty, if I am overthinking it, please accept my personal money of eight thousand taels. I know that the people have been suffering recently and you need a lot of expenses. Although this money is not much, it is my own money.
What I have saved, what my father gave me, what my mother gave me, and what my mother and empress dowager gave me as a reward, I have been saving and reluctant to spend. I just want to use it on your sword at this time."
"No need. Just keep your body. There is no need to give it to you. I have received it."
Then Duanmufu sobbed softly and said that he had been wronged. He said that the emperor treated her as an outsider and refused to use her body. He asked the emperor if he blamed her for not walking around with him more before he ascended the throne, thinking that she was
Seeing that he is now sitting on the dragon's throne, I just came down to Hanshan to see him, "I am not a person who hates poverty and loves wealth, and I am not a person who likes to be popular."
"Don't think too much. I didn't say that." Fu Jingheng chuckled and said something politely, but Wen Jin didn't hear it clearly because of the strong wind.
She felt a roar in her head, her steps were wandering, and the world was spinning. She quickly held on to the palace pillars to steady herself.
In the end, he couldn't help but look back at the rockery, and saw Duanmufu suddenly throw her plump body into Fu Jingheng's arms, and kissed Fu's lips with her red lips.
I will never marry anyone named Wen.
She is not worthy of being my wife, Fu Jingheng.
Wen Jin recalled Fu Jingheng's words in her ears, and all her strength was taken away. Before she saw the two people kissing, she moved her face away in a panic. She quickly turned on her toes and ran towards the master bedroom.
Do you still have no guts to leave him?
This is what he has said.
Wen Jin felt that if she stayed by his side shamelessly and had an ambiguous relationship with him, it would be a shame. Grandma, she should find a chance to explain. It's time for her to wake up.
She accidentally kicked over a small wooden stool on the ground, making a loud bang.
She rushed into the rain in great embarrassment. The rain soaked her head and clothes. She also suffered from severe morning sickness. She vomited on the palace pillar while being wet, and then continued to go to bed.
Hearing the sound, Fu Jingheng looked towards the sound.
Then Wen Jin's back was seen trotting away under the lantern light. It started raining in the afternoon, and she was soaked soon. Her figure in the rain curtain looked extremely thin, like an abandoned animal.
, his hands gradually closed.
Duanmu Fu stood up from Fu Jingheng's arms and saw that he had left a trace of lipstick and rouge on his collar. He hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, my feet slipped just now and I accidentally fell into your arms."
Fu Jingheng looked at Wen Jin's retreating figure, and felt inexplicably irritated. He was a liar who deceived his feelings. He had a beautiful woman in his arms, and women were nothing more than playthings. What kind of woman he wanted was just a hook, so why worry about Wen Jin.
And he knows very well what every woman can bring to him, whether it is Xue Ning or Duanmu, he wants it.
He will not disrupt his plans because of Wen Jin again.
"Nothing. Old Mo, send Miss Duanmu back to Yuehua Palace."
Lao Mo nodded, "Yes, sir."
After saying that, he led Duanmufu into the carriage. The moment he entered the carriage, Duanmufu smiled softly. She saw Wenjin coming from the corridor early in the morning. Wenjin must have heard and seen it just now.
, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat relieved from the grievance she suffered in front of her grandma.
Grandma was angry with her, saying that she didn't respect herself before marrying her. Although she was angry, she was not sad in her heart. Your Majesty said personally that he would not marry Wen Jin, so Wen Jin must have been sad and heartbroken.
Wen Jin trotted back to the master bedroom, her body soaked by the rain. After entering the room, she picked up the book prepared for her brother and the weapon prepared for Bao Yin, only to find that her hands were shaking and she could not even hold the book steadily.
, she randomly packed a change of clothes into her baggage, put the baggage on her back and headed out.
Women in the harem are usually not allowed to leave the palace without permission. She is a special case because she is not a harem woman, she is nothing. She is used to freedom in the past, and because she has seen Fu when he was at his lowest, she has never regarded Fu as the emperor. The two of them
Always on equal footing.
Fu Jingheng once gave her a token to leave the palace. She informed her and she was able to leave, and the token was still in her hand. Perhaps it was because of her knowing him so well that after he became successful, he looked down on those poor people.
of memories.
As if being urged to do something, Wen Jin couldn't stop thinking about the scene of Fu kissing another woman. She only knew that she had to leave the palace as soon as possible, where she had no place to stand, and hurriedly stepped out of the door.
A tall figure walked towards him quickly. Wen Jin almost bumped into him, but then she felt her waist tighten, and a cold and powerful arm surrounded her domineeringly, forcing her back into the house.
Wen Jin had no choice but to step back until he was pressed heavily against the mahogany door panel.
"Uh..." He hit hard, and her back was painful, and she let out a low cry.
His forehead was pressed against his slightly cool forehead.
He drank too much.
The strong aroma of wine mixed with ambergris hit her nostrils. She raised her cheeks with red eyes and met Fu Jingheng's sarcastic and affectionate eyes.
"It's raining heavily late at night, where are you going?"
"Go back to your parents' house."
He often asked her where she was going.
Wen Jin didn't understand why he kept asking, as if he was afraid that she would never come back. It was this kind of ambiguity that made people hate her the most.
Wen Jin used the yellowish candlelight to see the carmine on Duanmu Fu's lips on his white collar. It was a pretty lip mark that did not belong to hers. She smiled bitterly.
"What are you going back to your natal family for? Are you going to be treated well?"
"Of course I have my brothers and sisters, and my grandma welcomes me. I am not welcome here." Wen Jin clenched the book in her hand tighter. She didn't know whether she was angry or annoyed, helpless and ashamed, or maybe
She blamed him, maybe she did, as her chest heaved violently.
Fu Jingheng felt her chest rise and fall in his arms. He held her in his arms and took a closer look at her holding the trident. It seemed as if the young woman was forced to climb up a mountain. He laughed softly.
.
This smile of his.
Wen Jin wanted to cry, staring at him with misty eyes.
"Today, grandma will support you, while Duanmu and Xue Ning and you two work together to clean up everything. I will bear it without saying a word and let you have your temper. You will be scolded and punished. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
." Fu Jingheng rubbed the mole on the corner of her eye with his fingertips.
"You are more cruel if you don't speak than when others speak. On the surface, you are perfunctory with grandma, but secretly, I don't know how you care about your wife and concubines." Wen Jin reprimanded in a low voice.
"You can take care of things on the surface. Do you want to take care of who I love behind my back?"
"Of course I'm not qualified to take care of it."
"You are not qualified as a bed slave."
"yes!"
"Did you just see it?" Fu Jingheng rubbed his fingertips against her gentle but stubborn brow bone.
"Yes. I saw it." Wen Jin's throat seemed to be choked, and he responded with lowered eyes. The scene of him and Duanmu kissing kept flashing in his mind.
"How many did you see?"
"I saw you guys kissing." Wen Jin told the truth, her eyes red, "I heard you say you wouldn't marry someone named Wen, and someone named Wen is not worthy of being your wife."
"Jealous?"
"No."
Wen Jin's eyes were a little blurry, and two drops of water fell in the blink of an eye.
"You're not jealous, why are you crying?"
"It's not crying, it's just the rain."
"Hmm. Taste it, is it rain or tears?" Fu Jingheng suddenly held her face and lowered his head to kiss her...