He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 76 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

Wei Jiqing succeeded to the throne without any obstacles.

Even when he finally sat on that bright yellow imperial throne, he still felt a sense of unreality.

really?

Heaven finally smiled upon him.

very nice.

Wen Yan also became his empress, the only person in the world enclosed by red walls and black tiles who was worthy of matching him.

He often worried that she would secretly run away, because he remembered her saying that she loved freedom.

He held her in his arms, unable to sleep all night.

He could give her everything except freedom.

Wei Jiqing lowered his eyes dejectedly, tracing her eyebrows and eyes again and again, his excited yet aggressive gaze kissing every inch of her skin.

Unsurprisingly, Wen Yan was awakened by his gaze.

She gently rubbed his head and, using the sparse moonlight filtering through the thin window, leaned closer to look at his face.

His voice carried the languid quality of someone who had just woken up: "What are you doing?"

"Looking at you."

Wen Yan extended an index finger and pressed it against the center of his lips, covering his full lips and thin cupid's bow. She breathed softly, "Shh, I don't think you're looking at me..."

His sexy Adam's apple bobbed impatiently, his dark gray eyes locked onto her, his thin lips parted slightly, and a masculine scent mixed with the scent of bamboo sprayed onto his index finger.

Wei Jiqing's eyes grew increasingly red, and the hand that was restraining her waist unconsciously tightened, pulling her closer to him.

His ear cartilage was tinged pink, his exposed, cool skin felt warm, and the red mole on his neck shimmered even more in the hazy moonlight.

He heard it, and she said she liked him very much, really liked him like that.

Wei Jiqing's voice was even lower and hoarse, not like a clear spring flowing in a smooth ditch, but like a rough, gravelly tunnel: "So what do you think I'm doing?"

"I feel like you're using your eyes to force a kiss on me..."

The man's reaction was intense; the desire she had aroused exploded within him.

A low, hoarse voice, like mud: "You..."

Wen Yan took the initiative to unbutton her collar, raised her eyebrows, as if urging or inviting.

Without further hesitation, Wei Jiqing bit down on the soft flesh of his neck, which he loved most, and rubbed it repeatedly, leaving behind festering red marks that went deep into the collar.

Wei Jiqing took off the rest of the clothes, and although he had done it many times before, he was so excited that his hands trembled every time.

Wen Yan hugged his neck, her fingertips stroking the red mole repeatedly, humming a tuneless melody, and pulled him up to the clouds.

"Husband, aren't you afraid I'll get my period?"

The man still managed to reply to her: "I've calculated it. Yesterday was just over. You weren't focused, yet you're still thinking about these things now."

After saying that, he began a new round of punishment, sealing her lips with his and silencing her broken voice.

He was constantly uneasy and nervous.

He was clearly in control of everything, but he was still panicking.

Wen Yan is like a gust of wind; you can see the rolling wheat waves, the swaying branches, and even smell her unique fragrance, but you can't hold onto her.

She has too many secrets.

He could only possess her again and again, imbuing her with his scent.

There's no time left.

Wen Yan vaguely sensed his unease, but she couldn't say anything, so she could only indulge him a little more.

Until dawn...

Wen Yan got angry and kicked him.

"Yan Yan, kick it again."

The man's face was flushed as he stubbornly pinched her delicate foot.

The contrast between her Buddha-like indifferent demeanor and her alluring, bewitching movements almost drove Wen Yan mad.

"Wei Jiqing, calm down!"

He was even more agitated than she was: "I... Yan Yan, I can't calm down..."

Looking into his bloodshot eyes, Wen Yan dared not step on him, afraid that he would stomp on her again.

After a passionate and intense lovemaking session, Wei Jiqing held her tightly, his nose nuzzling against her neck.

Wen Yan withdrew her hand, touched his soft hair, her fingertips traced across his eyes, lingered at the corner of his eye, wiped away the tears that had spilled out, and gently rubbed them on his smooth shoulder.

[Why are you so clingy? Fine, I'll spoil you a little more.]

She thought about hugging his neck and falling asleep peacefully.

Only after her breathing gradually calmed down did the man open his eyes, press his forehead against hers, and stare at her intently, having not slept all night.

The Emperor was truly busy; when Wen Yan woke up, he was no longer by her bedside.

When it was lunchtime, Wei Jiqing rushed over again.

The white robe was embroidered with a majestic dragon pattern, its claws outstretched. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she actually felt that the dragon pattern had absorbed his temperament, making him appear even more aloof and distant.

She wore a platinum belt around her waist, with a light green purse she had given her hanging from it. The purse was embroidered with bamboo patterns and a small heart, inside which were written the words "Qingqing".

Being an emperor must be exhausting; he's lost a lot of weight.

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow. Although she had lost weight, her husband was still very pleasing to the eye.

I really want to blow a dirty whistle.

Wen Yan curled up on the recliner, lazily basking in the sun in the yard, just like the raccoon he used to keep.

When he picked her up, she would snuggle against him, and strands of hair from her temples would stick to her pink lips.

He held her with one arm, brushed her hair aside with the other, and caressed her lips for a moment.

The two dismissed the palace servants and ate in silence.

After a long while, Wei Jiqing put down his chopsticks and said on a whim, "Yanyan, let's elope."

Wen Yan looked up at him: ...

He reached out and gave him a sharp rap on the head.

Wei Jiqing stopped talking and stared at her, looking somewhat aggrieved.

After finishing his meal, Wen Yan rushed back to the Imperial Study to handle some business, and took a moment to ask 233, "What is he busy with?"

233 took out her small recliner from her space and basked in the sunshine with Wen Yan.

The little mouth was chewing on sunflower seeds.

"The ministers urged him to expand his harem, but he refused."

233 casually spat out the sunflower seed shells, her voice annoyed: "Those worthless officials even said you were a vixen, a scourge to the country and its people..."

233 went on and on, using every vicious description he could think of to describe those gossipy ministers.

Wen Yan lay leisurely in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth, and soothed the furious 233 with amusement: "Don't worry, just listen to this and move on."

Then she saw something white fall down. She reached out and caught it; it was a tiny snowflake that melted as soon as it touched her skin.

Wen Yan found it intriguing and was about to call 233 to look when she turned around and found that it had already disappeared.

Wei Jiqing held a red cloak, red on the outside and white on the inside, embroidered with patches of plum blossoms.

He wrapped Wen Yan up and moved her, along with the recliner, under the eaves, where the view of the snow was most beautiful.

"Yanyan, this is the first snow we've ever seen together."

Wei Jiqing seemed to have suddenly awakened some romantic instinct. He went inside to get her a heater, let her hold it, and stood beside her, quietly watching the snowflakes fall one by one.

Beneath the vermilion-lacquered pavilion, one stood and the other lay, while the fire in the stove crackled and burned.