Chapter 443 – Why Aren’t You Going to Rob? (7)
The Emperor’s gaze was gentle enough to drown a person, and Hui Jun seemed a bit shy under his stare, slightly turning her face away.
“My beloved concubine, the one I love most is you,” the Emperor declared passionately.
Hui Jun’s cheeks flushed, then she remembered something and asked, “You aren’t blaming me, are you?”
“When have I ever blamed you?” the Emperor of Dongqing replied. “It’s that rebellious child who is at fault; why blame you?”
Hui Jun felt at ease in her heart, her face displaying a shy blush that made onlookers feel a tickle in their throats.
“But, but what about Changshou Wang? He has the troops, and he’s holding the fake imperial decree that Fourth Prince forged…”
“Don’t worry; I’ve sent someone to make him return. If he refuses… heh heh!”
The Emperor gently comforted Hui Jun, “Don’t be afraid. I would rather injure myself than lay a finger on you. Why are you so silly? Take good care of yourself and bear me ten or eight imperial sons and daughters in the future.”
Upon hearing this, Hui Jun was shy to the core.
Of course, internally she was rolling her eyes.
She would rather give birth to piglets than to this repulsive creature before her.
Watching the Emperor’s retreating figure, the “weak” Hui Jun let out a cold snort and turned to sleep deeply.
After the recent earthquake in the capital, Wu Ma Jun had asked her to find a way to obtain the Emperor’s private seal. Using various excuses, she had delayed it for over a month, often zoning out in front of the Emperor, her eyes filled with struggle and pain.
Later, when pushed into a corner, she had to “reluctantly” steal the Emperor’s private seal, also getting caught up in some antics with Wu Ma Jun.
That night, she “secretly” sent someone to get abortion medicine… Of course, she was not pregnant; after all, her body had been ruined long ago, and she probably wouldn’t have the chance to be a mother in this life, so drinking abortion medicine didn’t matter.
However, her “carelessness” was discovered by the Emperor. After much questioning, she tearfully “confessed” about Wu Ma Jun’s daytime coercion, conveniently revealing Wu Ma Jun’s aim to get the Emperor’s private seal.
To ensure Wu Ma Jun wasn’t quickly taken down, she desperately pleaded with the Emperor not to pursue the matter.
She went to great lengths—drinking medicine, even attempting to take her own life. Anyway, she wouldn’t die; the Emperor’s people around her would definitely ensure she remained safe. Thus, Hui Jun was enjoying herself, while the Emperor was left weary.
Perhaps the Emperor also wanted to see what Wu Ma Jun would do with his private seal, or perhaps her pleading had worked. For these past few days, he remained silent until he inadvertently learned that Changshou Wang was marching troops toward Chenzhou, which instantly angered the Emperor and led to the earlier scene.
Hui Jun didn’t understand politics, but she knew one thing—
It’s easy to invite a god, but hard to send them away!
Changshou Wang was bringing his hundreds of thousands of troops from his fief; with such ambition, how could he be willing to go home?
Stir up trouble, stir up trouble; it’d be best if they turned red in the face, fighting among themselves and not caring about the northern news.
Any factor that threatened her Young Master had to be strangled at the root.
Like that ambitious Northern Princess, Hui Jun had made good use of her status to give her a good runaround.
Her mind swirled with thoughts.
Hui Jun lazily yawned, pondering whether to jump into the water and seek death tomorrow or continue to feign weakness in bed…
Thinking about Wu Ma Jun and his father, she rolled her eyes discreetly. How could such despicable people be the most respected royal family in the world?
Hui Jun didn’t like palace struggles, and since the Emperor favored her, she gradually arranged for more and more confidants. The schemes in the harem couldn’t reach her, but as a pampered and favored concubine, just because others didn’t seek her trouble didn’t mean she wouldn’t trouble others. Bored on the way, she would bully the Emperor’s flower-like beauties and the aging Empress, which became a part of Hui Jun’s daily routine.
“Bring me a bronze mirror.”
As soon as she lay down, Hui Jun recalled something and ordered a maid to fetch a bronze mirror.
Her health was improving, and to maintain a sickly appearance, she hadn’t exhausted herself with serious illness. However, many of her maids had fallen ill one after another. She gazed into the shimmering eyes of the mirror, seeing the beautiful woman still radiant within. She sighed wistfully.
Why was there such an unmatched beauty like herself in this world?
Daily self-love (1/1) completed.
Hui Jun wasn’t someone who paid much attention to her appearance, but she vaguely sensed that her perfect body was somehow related to her Young Master.
What kind of means could transform an ordinary-looking person into a stunning beauty?
Hui Jun figured it was probably something only immortals possessed, so she gradually began to pay more attention to the image in the mirror, comparing it to her memory of herself, eventually developing the habit of admiring her reflection. She thoroughly enjoyed it.
Wu Ma Jun had suffered serious injuries and was unconscious for most of the night. The physician used the best medicine to pull him back from the brink of death.
Seeing Wu Ma Jun awake, Liu Huan sighed with relief, “My husband, you’re awake.”
She was now barely thirteen, petite and weak, yet her belly was quite large. Even at five months, her stomach looked as if she were carrying a child at eight months, making it heavy to look at.
If an ordinary woman had such a big belly, her complexion would reflect that condition, but Liu Huan was different; her complexion seemed to improve day by day, and even her steps were much lighter. Many servants secretly suspected that the Fourth Royal Concubine’s pregnancy was questionable.
Was it false pregnancy?
Before this ridiculous rumor could spread, Liu Huan had already dragged the gossipers out and had them beaten to death.
She was carrying the precious imperial grandchild; how could anyone say she was faking her pregnancy?
Wu Ma Jun woke up and stared straight above, saying nothing, but his eyes brewed a thick, rich resentment.
“My husband, drink this ginseng soup; I personally brewed it for you.”
Liu Huan tried hard to win Wu Ma Jun’s favor, but unfortunately, he only touched her on their wedding night.
She knew Wu Ma Jun still had feelings for that wretched woman, Hui Jun.
“Scram—”
Wu Ma Jun raised his hand and knocked the bowl of ginseng soup down, his expression twisted, his eyes bloodshot, looking incredibly terrifying.
To the north of Dongqing, it seemed to have become a battleground between the Green Garment Army and the Red Lotus Sect, with the common people lamenting in despair, voices of woe filling the air.
Only Xiangyang County remained a pure land, with construction progressing rapidly, the entire county bustling with life.
To the south of Dongqing, tensions escalated further; Changshou Wang disobeyed the imperial decree and refused to return to his fief, his ambitions glaringly apparent.
In this situation, forces from the northern borders began to stir restlessly as well.
Liu Zhi returned to Chongzhou under these circumstances.
He briefly scanned the political affairs of this period, noticing that whispers were emerging from within the northern borders, clearly sensing that the timing was ripe for their actions, preparing to take advantage of Dongqing’s descent into utter weakness and strike to conquer it with minimal cost!
What grand ambitions they had.
Liu Zhi estimated the situation in Dongqing and coldly scoffed inwardly.
Before the three clans of the northern borders could take action against him, he would take action against them first!
Crunch—
Liu Zhi bit into the seasonal fruit, savoring its juice, raised his hand, and called for his steward.
Liu Residence had quite a few businesses in the shadows and openly, with connections spanning throughout the northern borders—this was an invisible network of information. Seizing the chance before chaos erupted, he planned to rake in a considerable profit; otherwise, once the northern borders went to war with Dongqing, such opportunities wouldn’t come by easily.
Thinking about those twenty sets of “remarkable treasures,” Liu Zhi’s smile grew ever wider.
Before they could butcher this fat sheep of the northern borders, was it not a disservice to the common people on the outskirts of Chongzhou?
