He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 62 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

Wen Yan sensed that something was off about Wei Jiqing, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she simply nodded and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, I will remember."

Wei Jiqing sat for a while and then left.

The Emperor is currently in poor health and may not live much longer. However, most of his men have already been lost, and he is no match for Wei Yanlin.

He sat upright at his desk, his pen remaining motionless for a long time.

Since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is villain. He had long expected this day to come. It's just a pity that Wei Yanlin is petty. How could those upright ministers survive under his rule?

Wei Jiqing put down his pen, a look of sorrow creeping onto his brow.

And then there's his crown princess... a pitiful woman who has just escaped her misery, but she'll likely suffer the consequences of his actions and not survive either.

Wei Jiqing was a little tired. Life and death were predestined, so he should treat her well in the time he had left.

After figuring it out, he began to look through the documents on his desk, and sat there for the entire afternoon.

Wen Yan lay on the bed with nothing to do, chatting idly with 233, occasionally peeking at Wei Jiqing through the panel to admire the beauty's worried expression.

"Little San San, how's Wei Yanlin doing?"

233 glanced at it briefly and said nonchalantly, "Twenty thousand iron cavalry are stationed in the suburbs. They'll force the emperor to abdicate in half a month at most."

Wen Yan felt a strong sense of crisis and sprang up. But when she heard that there were still two weeks left, she reluctantly lay back down.

No rush, there are still two weeks.

How many troops does Wei Jiqing have under his command?

"two thousand"

Wen Yan sat up abruptly, her eyes widening in disbelief: "What? He, the Crown Prince, only has two thousand soldiers?"

Two thousand soldiers weren't enough to defeat them in a quarter of an hour.

Wen Yan slowly lay down. The situation was truly urgent; she needed to think of a solution.

After a moment's thought, a brilliant plan took shape.

The next day, Wen Yan eagerly approached Wei Jiqing, saying nothing, her bright eyes filled with a hesitant expression that made her hard to ignore.

"Does the Crown Princess have something to say to me?"

Wen Yan paused in her ink-making, looking at Wei Jiqing with concern: "Has the Crown Prince been in a bad mood lately? He's lost weight."

233: No, how thin does he have to be for you to notice in just three days?

"I have heard that beautiful scenery can help relieve worries. I would like to ask Your Highness to take a walk in the countryside with me to relax."

I want to go out of town for fun.

Wei Jiqing: After all that, this sentence still comes out clearly.

Wei Jiqing hesitated for a moment, just as he was about to say that it was dangerous, when he heard a long sigh.

[I've never left the city in my life. My sister said the scenery in the suburbs is the most beautiful. Oh well, I guess I won't go.]

"good ."

Wen Yan stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her bright eyes brimming with joy and anticipation.

Wei Jiqing looked at her with amusement: "It is indeed boring in this mansion. It is normal for the Crown Princess to want to go out for a walk."

Seeing that her thoughts had been exposed, Wen Yan blushed slightly and tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I was just worried about the Crown Prince."

Seeing that the person beside her was about to bury her head in the inkstone, Wei Jiqing chuckled and stopped teasing her. He gently stroked the end of her hair, revealing her thin, bony back.

She's too thin.

“I’ll find a few good cooks to take care of your health and put them in your yard. You’re too thin.” He said with some concern.

Wen Yan nodded and softly agreed.

She seems to only know how to say yes to everything, and she always goes along with others. Even when she wants to go out and have fun, she can only make excuses for others.

This is not a good habit; a weak person is most easily bullied.

When faced with this question, Wei Jiqing became serious. He took her hand and looked up at her, about to speak, when she slowly squatted down to meet his gaze, making it more comfortable for him to see her.

"No need, you're uncomfortable squatting like that."

Wei Jiqing tried to pull Wen Yan up and straighten her up; he didn't need Wen Yan to be like a pleasing pet.

"It's alright, this way the Crown Prince will feel more comfortable."

Wen Yan smiled gently, her eyes, like autumn water, were shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, making her look exceptionally beautiful and serene.

Feeling even more uneasy, Wei Jiqing pulled the person straight with force and stood up himself.

He bent down, lowered his eyes to meet hers, and told her stubbornly and seriously, "Wen Yan, you don't need to be so obedient."

Wen Yan didn't understand and looked at him blankly.

Wei Jiqing sighed and continued, "Everyone has their own personality. We can't lose ourselves in order to conform to others. In this world, the first person you must love is yourself, do you understand?"

Wen Yan nodded and then shook her head.

Wei Jiqing gently smoothed her unruly hair and said slowly, "Wen Yan, I know your living environment has made you like this. You suppress your grievances and use self-harm to gain kindness. But you are your friend, not your enemy. You need to be kinder to yourself and take better care of yourself, okay?"

The man patiently explained to her, his clear and gentle voice seemingly trying to wash away her past notions: "I am your husband, we are equals, you don't need to try to please me."

"You can even throw a tantrum at me, as long as you don't suppress your feelings and wrong yourself. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want."

"Wen Yan, can you be a little more direct with me?"

Wen Yan gripped the hem of her skirt tighter and tighter. She lowered her head, her eyes filled with tears, her heart clenching uncontrollably to its limit before suddenly expanding.

No one had ever taught her these things, and no one had ever been so gentle with her.

Wei Jiqing sat down, spread his legs, and wrapped her up in front of him, gently wiping away her excess tears with his cool fingertips.

He looked up at her slightly, his brows furrowed with unbearable heartache.

Wen Yan trembled as she hugged him, her voice broken: "No one has ever taught me like this before, I..."

"Don't cry," Wei Jiqing gently patted her back, his eyes filled with such tenderness that they almost drowned her. "We still have time, we can learn slowly..."

As if recalling something, Wei Jiqing's expression gradually turned melancholy.

Wen Yan buried her face in his neck, trembling uncontrollably, her sobs soft and gentle, like a long, meandering stream.

She didn't feel wronged at first, but as soon as he said it, she felt wronged and burst into tears.

Wei Jiqing was so gentle and patient: "Wen Yan..."

"My nickname is Yan Yan." Wen Yan tightened her grip on her collar. The intention was so obvious that she felt a little ashamed, so she wiped away her tears and buried her head even deeper.

Wei Jiqing paused for a moment before reacting: "Yanyan, my name is Jiqing, may I call you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yan interrupted him eagerly.

"Husband."

Wen Yan stole a glance at him, her face flushed red. Seeing that his ears were also bright red, she softly called out again, "Husband."

Her eyes, red and glistening with tears, looked as if they had been washed clean, like they were filled with spring water.

"My lord, may I call you that?"

"I can't wait to study it."

Wei Jiqing's gaze gradually hardened, and his grip on her tightened, while his hand stroking her back became increasingly gentle.

He was doomed to die, but she had to live.