Die Kampfsportwelt ist ein Sumpf

Kapitel 83

In April, the snow in the Western Turkic Khaganate finally began to melt, but the snow disaster had caused the deaths of many livestock and a severe famine. Fortunately, the grain and fodder that Wei Zijun had obtained through trade with the Tibetan Empire temporarily resolved the crisis.

Despite such a massive natural disaster, not a single person in the country starved to death, a feat unprecedented in the history of the Western Turks, who were frequently struck by natural calamities. This gives a glimpse into the high regard Wei Zijun held among the Turkic people.

Flipping through the piles of memorials in her hands, Wei Zijun rubbed her forehead in frustration. These Western Turks didn't learn anything good, but they thoroughly learned the etiquette system of the Central Plains regime, creating all these fancy ways of submitting memorials. Half a day was spent just reviewing these things, and the remaining time had to deal with countless other matters, understand the people's conditions, and deal with the occasional border disturbances by those roughnecks.

The key issue was that these reports were all about things that gave her a huge headache. One family's beggar had stolen another family's cattle and sheep, another family had taken this family's horses into their pen, and this tribe had robbed the border people of their property but hadn't distributed it to their subordinates according to the rules. There was hardly anything of substance to their reports.

When Helu entered the tent, he saw her leaning against the couch reading memorials, a routine she followed almost every day. He was indeed a qualified monarch.

Wei Zijun glanced at him, a smirk playing on her lips, and continued reviewing his memorials. "Is your butt all better?"

He Lu's face flushed red. "Hmm!"

"Alright, please sit down." Wei Zijun looked up and smiled, "He Lu saved my life this time, what reward would you like?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll ask for it when I do." He Lu blinked.

"After today, my words will no longer count. Think it over yourself." He picked up another book and lowered his eyes.

He Lu gazed at her lowered face, her focused expression captivating. She was thinner than she had been in Dayu. A sudden pang of sadness washed over him. He regretted it, regretted capturing her like that, regretted leaving her like that in the carriage, and yet she hadn't uttered a single complaint.

But he was also somewhat relieved, because if he hadn't brought her here, how could he have been able to spend time with her?

But he would be happier if he were in Dayu.

"Not again! They're robbing again. These people are really addicted to being bandits. Sooner or later, they'll cause trouble for us." Wei Zijun angrily threw the memorial to the ground with a "thud." "Helu, inform all the tribal leaders and begs of the left and right wings, and tell them not to invade the border again. You must know that our Turkic people are currently very weak. If they really use this border disturbance as an excuse to openly attack us, wouldn't that put us in a difficult situation!"

After saying this, Wei Zijun pushed the folded documents aside, stood up, and grabbed a cloak.

Outside, a storm is raging this time of year.

"Shall we go out?" He Lu asked. Behind her back, he never called her Khan.

Wei Zijun hummed in agreement and stepped out of the tent. The wind and sand raged outside, stinging her face.

"I brought you to a place like this, don't you hate me?" He Lu asked uneasily, watching her swaying figure in the wind.

“Hate? What’s the use of hate now that things have come to this?” Wei Zijun frowned as the wind blew, not understanding why he would suddenly ask this question.

"Never hated him?" He Lu was still somewhat uneasy.

"Why should I hate you? If I should hate you, I should hate the late King!" Wei Zijun narrowed his eyes and bent down to pick up a piece of soil.

"So, do you hate him?" the questioner asked repeatedly.

"No!" she answered without hesitation. Hate him? She only felt tenderness for him, and she missed him.

"You... love him that much?" He Lu finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for so long. He had never believed that they were innocent.

"He Lu! How dare you!" Wei Zijun suddenly roared. She thought that he would not bring up the past again after being taught a lesson, but he took advantage of saving her life and started spouting nonsense again.

He Lu's face turned cold, and he lowered his eyes. "The reward I want is that when it's just the two of us, I don't have to submit to you."

He actually asked for the reward!

Wei Zijun laughed and said, "When have you ever treated me as a Khan? When have you ever addressed me as your subject? Not only in private, but also in court, isn't that how it is? It's already been done, why do you still ask!"

Helu's expression softened slightly. "But the Khan must give his personal approval, lest I inadvertently offend His Majesty."

Wei Zijun smiled helplessly; this was a fit of pique from her earlier rebuke! "Alright, I agree."

He bent down and picked up another handful of soil...

Inside the Chengen Hall of the Dayu Imperial Palace.

A man in a vermilion dragon robe leaned back on a couch, his tall and muscular figure relaxed, a strand of black hair brushing against his handsome face.

"Your Majesty, you're making me wear this ugly robe again!" This woman, surnamed Feng, who had been appointed as a Zhaoyi (a high-ranking concubine) upon entering the palace, was selected from among the newly chosen ladies-in-waiting. Her appearance was remarkably similar to Wei Zijun's, bearing a seven or eight-tenths resemblance. However, although she was beautiful and charming, she lacked Wei Zijun's forthright and spirited air, her refined elegance, and compared to Wei Zijun's dazzling radiance, aside from their somewhat similar faces, there was truly no resemblance whatsoever.

"Hmm! It really is ugly." Li Kaiqi glanced at the woman's white robe. She did wear it poorly, it was soft and mushy and lacked any charm. But who could wear it as well as that person? And who could make this ordinary robe look as dazzling as that person?

"Your Majesty, I don't like white. I'm sure I'll look better in another one." Consort Feng was eager to please the Emperor when she heard him say that she didn't look good in white. Her eyes lit up when she saw a light lotus-colored robe on the dragon bed. "Your Majesty, I look most beautiful in lotus-colored robe. I'll wear it for you right now." With that, she grabbed the robe and was about to put it on.

"Put it down!" Li Tianqi roared, his handsome face instantly turning icy cold. He pulled at his robe, gave the woman a disgusted look, and said, "Get out!"

Consort Feng was stunned, then felt dizzy and on the verge of tears, wondering how she had angered this emperor with his unpredictable temper.

"Get out of here!" came another shout.

Consort Feng gently shook her robe, as if trying to shake off the woman's perfume.

He had smashed this robe on the ground countless times, and picked it up countless times. Holding the robe, he remembered that day… when he walked out of that room. He had severed the only bond he had ever wanted to hold onto in his life.

Only after leaving that person did he realize that feelings had already taken deep root. He didn't know what kind of feeling it was—deeper than friendship, more casual than kinship, broader than love…

Actually, he did go back to her.

That's when he left in anger, only to suddenly realize his mistake halfway there.

So what if he betrayed us? He was still his fourth brother, and the reasons for his betrayal were common knowledge.

So what if he is Wei Feng? Didn't he admire Wei Feng's talent? Didn't he even regret not being able to meet him?

So what if he killed countless beloved generals? On the battlefield, it's a matter of life and death, and death is inevitable. This also demonstrates his invincible bravery. Moreover, just as he said that day, he never harmed him.

He was the Turkic Khan's number one male favorite? Everyone knew that? How come he hadn't heard these rumors before! That was the reason he lost his mind; how could he bear to see his fourth brother in the arms of another man? It was these things that clouded his judgment.

Why was he so foolish, so easily believing that man's words? He should have known better. In all this time, had his fourth brother ever tried to seduce or tempt him? He was so innocent, only ever treating him like a loving older brother, never flattering him. This was a world apart from the man's portrayal of him as someone who constantly flirted and flattered others. Knowing him as he did, that man must be lying. How could he have been so blinded by his own desires?

Without hesitation, he turned and ran quickly, regretting that his weak body, which had lost its power, could not fly forward faster.

The cold, hunger, setbacks, and the long trek brought his weakened body to the brink of collapse. Finally, after running a few steps, everything went black, and he fainted…

In April, the nights begin to lengthen, and the temperature difference between day and night widens. Wei Zijun, wearing a cotton robe, sat by the table, frowned in thought for a moment, and then picked up her pen irregularly.

The border between the Turks and Dayu has been closed for a long time, and they urgently need to resume trade.

These past few days she's been out on the move, braving the swirling sandstorms, riding her horse to survey the area. While the snowstorm brought disaster to the Western Turks, it also brought benefits; the melting snow seeped into the ground, moistening the once arid soil. She needed to purchase some high-quality wheat seeds from Dayu and hire several skilled farmers from Dayu to plant wheat on this land.

With a light touch of the brush, he struggled to write each word. Would he agree to her request?

After putting down her pen, she read it again and gently folded it. Regardless of his reaction, she had to do it. Now that she had become the ruler of this land, she would protect it and ensure her people had enough to eat and wear.

He waved Bahar away, straightened his tired back, and walked towards the bathtub, peeling off his clothes one by one.

I soaked in the water, let out a comfortable sigh, and gradually felt sleepy, drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly, a rustling sound reached her ears, and Wei Zijun abruptly opened her eyes, leaping out of the water...

A sharp longsword pierced straight into the water from the top of the tent.

Wei Zijun turned her head, and was taken aback.

"Reyikan!?" The exclamation had barely left her lips when Reyikan unleashed a flurry of sword light, thrusting straight at her.

She actually knows martial arts! And she's definitely better than He Lu, so much so that He Lu didn't even notice her lying on the tent roof.

"The Khan is truly a beauty of unparalleled grace." Reyikan continued to thrust arrows at the naked Wei Zijun. "So this is how the Khan is, unable to consummate the marriage? Why doesn't the Khan wear some clothes to cover himself up?"

"What's the use of covering up? My beloved concubine has already seen it all. I suppose you've seen enough by now." Wei Zijun dodged a few swords, leaped to the edge of the tub, and grabbed the clothes, only to have them torn to shreds by a burst of sword light from Re Yikan.

"What? Haven't you seen enough yet? You have everything I have." Wei Zijun's face was as calm as water. "I think we should have a good talk." A gust of wind swept by, and her graceful figure danced. Her slender shadow and flowing light flashed past her eyes. Just as Re Yikan blinked, she was forced to lean against a warm and soft body.

Her slender fingers clenched tightly around her throat, and behind her was a soft mound. Reyikan sneered, "The Khan has truly broken my heart, hahaha..."

"It is my beloved consort who has broken my heart. My beloved consort, you are murdering your husband, do you know that?" Wei Zijun brought his lips close to her ear. "The one who framed me, is it you?"

“I don’t need to do this.” Reyikan’s eyes were icy, her beautiful face burning with the flames of hatred. “But I really want you dead.” Her voice suddenly became agitated. “You killed my father, you ravaged my people, it was you, it was you!”

Wei Zijun's hand trembled. It was her again! What other bad things had she done? Who else had she killed?

“There was a moment, for a time, when I hesitated. After all, I loved you. I loved you so much. But I swore to avenge this blood feud…” Reyikan’s voice trembled slightly, “But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, I thought, I held back… until that day, when I was intimate with you, I knew that if I didn’t kill you now, I would never be able to kill you…”

Wei Zijun's hand went limp, and she rested her head on Re Yikan's shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.

With her grip loosened, Reyi Kan turned around and embraced Wei Zijun, pressing her burning lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

Wei Zijun was so stunned that she forgot to react, and stammered, "Reyi Kan! What...what are you doing! You saw it, I'm a woman! A woman!"

Re Yikan's body trembled, and she slowly withdrew her lips. A tear slowly slid down her cheek. "Two years! Two years... But why are you a woman!" Her gaze followed her cheek, down her lips, past her delicate collarbone, down to her extremely beautiful pair of high and firm breasts. She lowered her head and bit Wei Zijun's tender pink nipple.

"Reyikan! What are you doing!" Wei Zijun exclaimed, pushing Reyikan away.

The shouts from inside startled Fuli, who was guarding outside. "Khan, is something wrong? Khan?"

When no one answered, people outside began to shout, "Quick, break down the door! Something seems to have happened to the Khan!"

The door to the yazhang was flung open by Fu Li. Wei Zijun, completely naked, quickly struck out with a palm, and a gust of wind blew Fu Li, who had just rushed in, out of the door.

"You should leave now." Wei Zijun glanced at Re Yikan.

Reyikan's gaze was fixed on the face in front of her, and she pounced on him again, "Khan..." and bit Wei Zijun's lips.

A sharp pain, accompanied by a sweet, metallic taste, entered my mouth.

The hand encircling that smooth back gently caressed it; from within the sleeve, a gleaming blade emerged, and with a sudden twist of the wrist, it pierced towards the bare, slender back…

With a "thud," Re Yikan's body was thrown into the air, flipped, and fell into the still steaming bathtub. A splash of water erupted, and gushing crimson blood overflowed from her mouth, a flower of blood spreading in an extremely vivid color, filling the tub of clear water with patches of red.

Sensing the chilling edge of the blade, she struck without thinking, but in her haste, the force of her blow was excessive. Wei Zijun stared intently at the person in the water, forgetting how to react. She didn't want to kill her, she didn't want to kill her…

“…He…be careful…be careful…” Reyi Kan closed her eyes. That young and beautiful face slowly slid into the water.

Staring blankly at the bucket of blood, Wei Zijun heard the approaching footsteps and leaped forward, grabbing her water-splattered white inner shirt. Just as she wrapped the shirt around herself, He Lu burst in.

"How are you?" Her voice was full of concern, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the situation inside the room.

But...but...

He Lu's eyes were fixed on that figure, unable to look away.

The short, thin, moon-white undergarment was soaked with water, and her slender back, waist, and hips were wrapped up so tightly that they seemed to burst out, revealing two round and full buttocks. Her long, shapely thighs were exposed under the hem of the garment, radiating a jade-like luster... The figure standing with her back to him made him feel a nameless fire rise in his throat.

He actually has such a graceful figure, curvaceous and exceptionally slender, even more alluring than a woman...

Seeing that the person behind her was still standing there silently, Wei Zijun turned her face to the side, lowered her eyelashes, and concealed the emotions in her eyes. "It's nothing, you can go out now."

He Lu didn't move, his eyes only on her profile filled with water droplets. In the mist, her beautiful and delicate features were exceptionally soft, and a few strands of wet hair clung to her face, like a green lotus in the rain, crisp and dewy.

"Aren't you going out yet?" Wei Zijun was slightly annoyed, her hands tightly gripping the front of her clothes, afraid that he would suddenly step forward.

As if sensing her embarrassment, Helu chuckled, a vengeful smile spreading across his lips, his beautiful eyes brimming with a hint of mockery, "Khan, turn around quickly, let me examine your injuries."