thefictionvixens Chapter 85 The Eldest Princess: You Can't Steal My Little Wu Zi
Chapter 85 The Eldest Princess: You Can't Steal My Little Wu Zi
This was the first time Li Yunrui had ever seen such a smile on Wu Feng's face.
She cupped Wu Feng's cheeks in her hands and leaned in, her nose almost touching his.
"You..." Her voice was soft and seductive, her warm, moist breath brushing against Wu Feng's face, "Do you know something?"
A sickly light shone in those alluring eyes.
Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his eyes, with those full, red lips right before him, Wu Feng couldn't help but kiss her.
[Ding~ Mood points +180!]
It has a soft touch and carries her unique, rich fragrance.
A few breaths later, the two parted ways.
Li Yunrui licked her moist lips with her little tongue, leaving behind a glistening sheen.
She still cupped Wu Feng's face in her hands, lowering her voice to a soft, seductive tone, yet it carried a chilling, morbid quality:
"You've already kissed... Tell me, why did Your Majesty show such fear? If you don't give me a convincing answer..."
She chuckled softly and traced a line on his cheek with her fingertip.
"Tonight, I will make you... wish you were dead."
Wu Feng wrapped his arms around Li Yunrui's plump waist and pulled her closer to him.
Even through that plain white dress, you could feel the warmth and softness of her body.
"Your Highness," he said, still smiling, "if I'm not mistaken... His Majesty saw the person in white and it reminded him of something that frightened him."
He looked into Li Yunrui's eyes.
"That's why he forbade the palace maids of Chang Le Palace from wearing white clothes."
Li Yunrui's charming eyes lit up instantly.
Like a candle suddenly lit in the darkness.
"Go on," she said, her voice even softer, yet with an impatient urging.
Wu Feng hugged her tighter, and the two of them pressed even closer together.
"The only person who could frighten His Majesty so much is Ye Qingmei. He killed Ye Qingmei when she was giving birth, and now he has killed his own child."
He felt the person in his arms tense up slightly.
"If I'm not mistaken," Wu Feng continued, "Ye Qingmei was wearing white on the day she died. Or... Ye Qingmei usually liked to wear white."
Li Yunrui was stunned.
Her eyes, which were always full of affection and charm, were wide open at this moment. Her pupils reflected Wu Feng's face, but it seemed as if she saw something else through him.
Then.
She gently broke free from Wu Feng's embrace.
Her hands slid down his face and hung at her sides.
She walked slowly through the bedchamber, her steps light, the hem of her plain white dress swaying gently with each step, like a drifting cloud.
"That's true..." Her voice was ethereal, carrying a strange sense of realization.
"If it weren't for Ye Qingmei... he would have had almost no chance of ascending the throne..."
She walked to the dressing table, her fingers unconsciously tracing the surface, her fingertips knocking over the jade box containing the hairpin, making a slight clinking sound.
"But...in the end, he killed Ye Qingmei while she was pregnant and giving birth..."
She turned around, leaned against the dressing table, and looked at Wu Feng.
A smile slowly appeared on his face.
Her smile was radiant, but her eyes held a hollow, sickly look.
"Now... they've killed their child too..."
She gave a soft "hmm," as if savoring something.
"His Majesty saw the woman in white... and thought it was Ye Qingmei coming to take his life..."
As she spoke, she let out a low, suppressed laugh.
Laughter echoed in the quiet bedchamber, the voice alluring yet sending chills down one's spine.
She originally thought His Majesty's fear was because of her, but she never expected it was because of Ye Qingmei!
It's that woman again!
Is it really true that she's inferior to Ye Qingmei? Where exactly does she fall short?
A repressed, morbid, and somewhat insane emotion quietly emanated from her.
Wu Feng kept an eye on her the whole time, his gaze following her every move.
When he saw that she was walking unsteadily, he immediately went forward and supported her hand.
"Your Highness, please be careful..."
Li Yunrui suddenly stopped.
She turned her head, her eyes burning with passion and seriousness as she looked at Wu Feng, her alluring eyes reflecting only his image.
"Xiao Wuzi," she said softly, yet with a stubborn insistence, "you once said... that I am more beautiful than Ye Qingmei... right?"
Wu Feng nodded quickly, his tone certain: "Of course. I won't lie about appearance; Your Highness is a hundred times more beautiful than Ye Qingmei."
Upon hearing this, Li Yunrui immediately reached out and pulled Wu Feng into her arms, holding him tightly.
She hugged him tightly, her arms wrapped around his back, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, as if she were holding something that brought her comfort.
Wu Feng could feel the warmth of her body and the slight bulge of her belly pressing against him.
"Hmm..." she sighed softly in his ear, her breath warm, "Xiao Wuzi is still the most genuine..."
Her voice regained its sickly softness.
"I almost got lost again..."
She looked up, her eyes burning with passion as she gently stroked his cheek.
Wu Feng felt the restraint from Li Yunrui.
"Your Highness, it's too tight..." His voice trembled slightly, "You're pregnant..."
Li Yunrui seemed to be awakened by these words.
She slowly released Wu Feng, her arm sliding down his back.
The burning light in her eyes gradually faded, and she returned to her usual languid yet alluring appearance.
She still held Wu Feng gently, not letting go completely.
"I suddenly remembered something..." she said softly, "This is the first time I've ever seen His Majesty behave so disgracefully."
She tilted her head.
"Given his personality... he might very well target me."
She raised her eyes and looked at Wu Feng, a hint of coldness flashing in her alluring eyes.
"After all... he's the kind of person who would kill the woman he loves and the child he has."
"Xiao Wuzi, what do you think we should do?"
Wu Feng's expression also became serious.
If it were him, even a ninth-rank cultivator couldn't catch up with his speed using the Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique.
We could add Li Yunrui...
"Your Highness," he said in a deep voice, "it seems we must leave by tomorrow at the latest. Let's get out of Kyoto first."
Li Yunrui thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Hmm...you're right." Her voice was still soft and charming, but her eyes were much clearer. "We need to leave as soon as possible...he's the kind of person who would even kill his own woman and children."
She released Wu Feng, took out a plain white handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped his lips.
The movements were very gentle; my fingertips occasionally touched his skin, which was icy cold.
She only let go of him after she finished wiping him.
"Go ahead," she said, her voice regaining its languid tone, "and have people prepare."
Wu Feng nodded, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
Chunmei was still guarding outside the door.
Seeing Wu Feng come out so quickly, she looked surprised.
Why did it finish so quickly this time?
"Chunmei," Wu Feng said in a low voice, speaking quickly, "we need to leave Kyoto ahead of schedule. Quickly send someone to pack His Highness's things."
Chunmei's surprise became even more obvious, but she quickly regained her composure.
"I understand," she replied immediately, then turned to find Aunt Mei.
The two quickly began arranging for Li Yunrui's departure from Beijing the next day, their footsteps echoing hurriedly in the corridor.
Wu Feng stood at the entrance of the sleeping quarters and glanced back.
Through the half-open door, one could see Li Yunrui still standing in front of the dressing table, her back to the door. Her pale white figure appeared particularly thin in the dim candlelight.
He gently closed the door and turned to walk toward the servants' quarters next to the small garden.
I need to try my luck with the lottery again to improve my chances.
A night breeze swept through Guangxin Palace, carrying the coolness of early summer.
Inside the bedchamber, Li Yunrui slowly turned around and looked at the tightly closed doors.
A delicate smile slowly curved her lips, a smile that revealed a morbid pleasure.
She gently stroked her slightly protruding belly with her fingers.
She walked to the bedside, sat down, took off her shoes, pulled her feet onto the bed, and hugged her knees.
The candlelight flickered on her face, casting shifting shadows on her beautiful features.
"Ye Qingmei..." she murmured the name, her eyes gradually becoming hazy, "The moment you appeared, you stole my family, but... you can't steal my little Wuzi..."
She chuckled softly, but it carried an indescribable loneliness.