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At this moment, the air had not truly turned cold, and the clothing was still thin and cool. Upon first touch, the rigid shape completely penetrated through the fabric. Even the scorching temperature and firm hardness were distinctly transmitted to her fingertips.
Qing Wu had never encountered such a situation before. The size startled and frightened her, making her forget her shyness; her face turned pale, and even her lips lost their color as she trembled and desperately tried to withdraw her hand.
Her shrinking posture appeared delicate and powerless, yet exuded an irresistible charm. The Young Emperor felt a surge of blood rush to his head, wishing he could immediately embrace her tightly and cherish her.
But he also knew that she had retreated this time, and when it came to actually doing it later, it would likely be difficult to succeed. He chose not to look at her pleading eyes and continued to hold her hand firmly, guiding her toward that place.
"Help me," he said in a hoarse voice. "I need you. It needs you too."
If he were to forcefully insist, she would naturally struggle with all her might, using every means to break free. Yet, he used such a helpless tone, and his current appearance seemed extremely pained.
Qing Wu was soft-hearted by nature, and at this moment, she found it even harder to harden her heart against him. She could only lean against his chest, close her Eyes, and listen to his heavy breathing, allowing him to hold her hand and do as he pleased.
The girl's cheeks and ears flushed red, even her neck bore a faint pink hue.
The young man slightly lowered his eyelids, taking in her current state with delight. Unable to endure any longer, he forcefully pulled her against the wall, lowered his head, and kissed her fiercely. One hand continued its movements while the other slipped under her clothing, heading toward that long-desired place.
Qing Wu could hardly withstand such stimulation. She wanted to withdraw her hand but found it trapped in his grip. She wanted to retreat but was met with the wall behind her—there was nowhere left to go. Her legs felt weak. In utter helplessness, she could only reach out with her other hand to weakly wrap around his neck to avoid falling.
Their breaths intertwined, mingled with soft moans escaping between their lips. After a long time, they gradually came to a halt.
Qing Wu was extremely annoyed and wanted to scold him or resent him. But the involuntary shivers and joy she had just experienced were undeniable. Thus, she could only suppress her anger deep inside and sulk silently.
Just then, she stumbled slightly as warmth enveloped her body; it was the young man holding her tightly in his embrace.
"Qing Wu, I am very happy," he said in a voice much lower than usual. He lowered his head and gently kissed around her ear and hairline while cautiously asking, "What about you?"
Usually, he exuded an imposing presence everywhere he went. Yet here with her, he had to consider her feelings and worry about what she thought.
How could she possibly muster any anger toward him?
The girl nestled against his chest, struggling between honesty and maintaining appearances for quite some time before ultimately deciding to speak the truth. After holding back for so long, she finally gathered enough courage to say softly, "... I'm okay."
As she uttered those two words, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in her heart. She realized that speaking the truth was much easier than she had imagined. Biting her lip, her face grew even more flushed as she made an effort to say, "If it's you, then that's great."
Huo Yun'ai originally wanted her not to take today's events too seriously. After all, in less than a year, the Grand Wedding would take place. If she resisted his closeness, it would be difficult to enjoy the true intimacy when the time came.
Unexpectedly, she straightforwardly expressed such sentiments.
She felt that being with him was wonderful. She only liked being with him like this.
Which young man could possibly endure hearing his beloved girl say such things?
The Young Emperor's heart trembled slightly, feeling the heat he had tried to suppress rising again. Moreover, it burned more fiercely.
Unable to hold back any longer, he scooped the girl into his arms, disregarding her struggles and resistance, striding toward the sleeping quarters...
It wasn't until the afternoon that someone was called to attend to them in the sleeping quarters. However, only Uncle Yu and Dou Mama were allowed to enter.
Qing Wu was truly on the verge of dying from embarrassment and anger. However, she felt completely drained, lacking even the strength to blush. All she could do was glare fiercely at the person by the bed.
She never expected that even without engaging in that act, just kissing and comforting could bring such joy.
The boy's movements were clumsy yet eager, often causing her pain; her chest still felt hot from it. Yet despite this, she couldn't help but bloom under his touch time and again.
What was most troublesome was that he insisted on one thing. After asking her many times and receiving a stern refusal, he still wouldn't give up.
"Qing Wu, how about you come to my place at night from now on and sleep together?"
The boy held her hand and asked softly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
He had endured for so many years; even with numerous women throwing themselves at him, he had never relaxed his resolve.
But when it came to her... all that self-control and patience seemed to lose their effect.
At the age of youthful exuberance, the young man has begun to taste a bit of sweetness, yet he finds the loneliness of each night increasingly difficult to bear. If only she could be by his side to embrace him as they sleep, it would be the most beautiful thing in life.
He had asked this question several times already, and Qing Wu immediately rejected him without a second thought: "No!" Fearing that her tone wasn't stern enough, she quickly added, "No matter how many times you ask, it's still no!"
She felt she had to be resolute. However, her voice was naturally soft, and at this moment, it carried a hint of charm. It was a mix of pouting and anger, truly enchanting.
Huo Yun'ai listened and watched, feeling as though he could never get enough of her.
Now that they were slightly closer, she acted like this. After the Grand Wedding, wouldn't she be even more stunning?
The more he thought about it, the more restless he became.
Yet, he also knew that for her, this was already quite rare. If he pushed further, she might retreat into her room for days without wanting to see him.
With a sigh of regret, he gently brushed her hair back and said, "Then you must promise me to spend more time with me every day."
Qing Wu realized that she had indeed been neglecting him lately. Reflecting on the past when they could meet often—when he would occasionally steal a kiss or hold her—was already enough to satisfy him. Now that they hadn't been alone for a long time, he was like this...
She thought that if they could see each other more often in the future, perhaps he would restrain himself considerably. At the very least, it shouldn't be as outrageous as today.
After some contemplation, Qing Wu nodded and replied, "I will do my best." The matters concerning Six Bureaus had already been roughly arranged. She could leave some trivial tasks to those she trusted.
A deeper smile appeared on Huo Yun'ai's lips.
...
The matter of Liu Fangyi sending word through Dou Mama to Qing Wu was not deliberately concealed. That evening, it was reported to the He Family.
The He Family felt somewhat resentful towards him.
How busy Qing Wu was in the palace might be unknown to others, but they were well aware of it.
So, for a child of a Homebody, even the once-every-ten-days trip home was neglected. How busy must she be!
Yet her father was unreliable, bothering her with such matters.
"Why are you involving her in this?" He Family said in a voice neither high nor low. "When Sister Lan had her incident, Daughter hadn't even come home yet. How can she find someone to help? What can she possibly do?"
Although her tone and inflection were no different from usual, Liu Fangyi could see He Family's displeasure.
The tall man scratched his head, feeling somewhat at a loss. "Actually, I don't want to involve Daughter either. It's just that we have no other choice. Who else can we turn to for help besides Wen Heir?"
"But Wen Heir isn't from Capital City. Even if he wants to help, what can he uncover? Even if we find Liu Mama, if she refuses to cooperate, are we supposed to forcibly detain her at home to question her?"
Hearing He Family's words, Liu Fangyi felt somewhat discouraged.
Indeed.
Although the events of that night were quite suspicious, he had resolved to get to the bottom of it. But how could he question Liu Mama?
Lock her up? Tie her up?
That would be against the law!
In truth, he had understood earlier that such actions were inappropriate. But for the sake of his daughter, he had disregarded those concerns. Now, seeing the worried look in his wife's eyes, he realized that this matter was not so simple.
However, it was also impossible for him to back down at this point.
"How about I go handle this alone? If nothing happens, we can still figure out what happened. If something goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility!"
"You'll take full responsibility?" He Family was genuinely angry this time. Such a gentle and accommodating person was now glaring and poking his shoulder with a finger. "Our Daughter is about to marry into the palace. So many people are waiting to pick apart her mistakes. Can't you just calm down and let her sleep peacefully?"
Liu Fangyi suddenly realized.
The wife's concerns were actually for Qing Wu.
Sister Lan had already left, but they could not let anything happen to their daughter, Qing Wu.
Thinking this way, Liu Fangyi regretted his recklessness. Early in the morning, he thought of a way to send a message to the palace through someone; it was Liu Mama's matter, so there was no need to investigate further, as it wasn't important.
This time, there was no response from Qing Wu.
At first, Liu Fangyi felt a bit anxious, fearing that Qing Wu had not received the second message. After a few days, seeing that Wen Qingyue showed no signs of abnormality and did not mention Liu Mama's matter, he thought that Qing Wu must have received the news, so he did not ask Wen Qingyue for help at that moment and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, after some time, on a dark and windy night, a figure quietly intruded into the Liu Residence.
The person moved like a ghost. They knocked on the door of Liu Fangyi and the He Family, leaving them with only one sentence: "Feel free to investigate; do not worry about the aftermath," before swiftly disappearing without a trace in just a few moments.
The couple heard muffled sounds in the courtyard and soon discovered a tightly bound person lying not far away. Upon closer inspection...
It was none other than Liu Mama.
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