Heaven is the shore of mortal dust

Chapter 123

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun turned her head in surprise, as if she had just noticed Li Tianqi. "Your Majesty's praise is too much for me. I dare not accept it. Has Your Majesty not gone to rest? Please, Your Majesty, take the main seat." As she spoke, she was about to get up.

Li Tianqi pulled her into a tight embrace. "Alright, stop pretending. King Feng, why don't you sit here yourself?" A hint of sadness flickered in his eyes. Zijun, Zijun, have you ever truly seen me?

Wei Zijun looked at him in astonishment upon hearing this, "Your Majesty, what makes you say such a thing?"

Li Tianqi stared intently at her, observing her radiant, moon-like aura, her delicate and beautiful face, and her clear, intelligent eyes. Wei Zijun felt a chill run down her spine. After a long while, she turned and walked away.

She had just stepped outside and hadn't even had a chance to shake off her sadness and frustration when she ran into Lin Huajing.

"Minister Lin, give me some medicine to clear heat and promote blood circulation." Li Tianqi breathed a long sigh of relief.

Lin Huajing stepped forward and said, "May I take Your Majesty's pulse?"

After taking his pulse, Lin Huajing lowered his hand and said, "Your Majesty, if you can't stand it, then don't sleep with the Wind King."

Upon hearing this, Li Tianqi's face flushed, and he coughed twice in a feigned manner, "What do you mean, my dear minister?"

"Your Majesty, what I mean is... Your Majesty should not stay up late anymore, your body will not be able to take it."

"I know, I won't be going to the Wind King's place tonight."

Lin Huajing watched his departing figure and sighed inwardly. It wasn't hard to see that His Majesty was moved.

This must be the first time in his life that he has been moved by this child he has almost watched grow up.

He was also a pitiful person.

Volume 3, Dayu Chapter 109: The Imperial Marriage

In the cool, clear midnight of late summer and early autumn, a thin cloud drifted across the dark blue sky, casting a veil of pale moonlight over the landscape. From the grass, the chirping of crickets was incessant, exceptionally loud in the night.

Within the heavily guarded city of Shu, not even a cricket could escape the eyes of the guards.

"Steward Li, why are you here so early to apply medicine to the Wind King?" The guard by the door asked obsequiously as he saw the person approaching.

"Hmm." The man said nothing and pushed open the door to enter the room.

Now, the task of applying medicine to Wei Zijun has fallen to Shazhou.

The sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on the person stepping onto the sleeping body, a complex and unfathomable expression in them. It seemed to be hatred, confusion, and longing, all intertwined and entangled.

He slowly walked to the person on the tatami mat, staring at her for a long time. His hand touched her cheek, then slowly slid down. A sharp dagger slid from his sleeve, then he raised it high, flipping the sleeping person over in one swift motion.

The sharp knife stabbed towards her chest.

In that instant, the violent turning caused her clothes to slip down, revealing one of her full, round breasts...

The delicate jade was depicted.

The man's mind seemed to freeze instantly. He had no time to be shocked; his hand moved swiftly, narrowly avoiding the stab to the chest.

She still inserted the sharp weapon into her slender arm.

Blood, bright red blood, flowed out.

The person holding the knife stood frozen in place; he was a woman—he was a woman—

"Miaozhou—why?" Wei Zijun opened his hazy, handsome eyes, enduring the excruciating pain, and stared intently at the stunned person in front of him.

The man snapped out of his daze and swiftly struck her speech-impairing acupoint, as well as several other major acupoints on her body. He then concealed his dagger and dashed out of the room.

Why? Why did Miao Zhou do this to her? Enduring wave after wave of pain, her mind was incredibly clear. Unable to move or cry out, was she destined to wait until dawn?

Wei Zijun did not wait until dawn; only about half an incense stick's time later, she heard voices outside.

"Steward Li, didn't you just come to apply the medicine?"

This question immediately made Wei Zijun's clever mind realize that the person just now was not Miao Zhou.

"What!" The seasoned killer immediately sensed the danger. With a surprised question, he burst through the door with a bang.

When she rushed to the bedside, what she saw was a field of white. Miao Zhou blushed and turned away awkwardly, but when she saw that Wei Zijun was still motionless, she turned her head back worriedly and realized that she had been acupunctured.

Wei Zijun felt as if she had descended into hell. Never in her life had she felt such shame. This unexpected discovery was beyond what she could pretend to be indifferent about. She was so ashamed that she wanted to die right then and there, to disappear from this world forever and never be seen by anyone.

Miao Zhou quietly bandaged her wound without saying a word. After he finished bandaging, he turned to leave.

"Miaozhou—" Wei Zijun tugged at his sleeve, her bright eyes fixed on him, sparkling with dazzling light, "Don't say—"

Miao Zhou nodded.

In the early autumn mountains, the moonlight grows ever colder. Below the mountain, a stream flows slowly, and the hazy moon's reflection ripples on the water.

The man who had rushed down the mountain ripped off the mask covering his face and lay down by the stream.

He's a woman—he's actually a woman—

The person he had been hating was actually a woman—

He was actually humiliated by a woman, defeated by a woman time and time again.

So he was a woman. No wonder he felt a pang of pain when he saw her being shot. No wonder.

His hatred for him was always mixed with inexplicable emotions; no wonder he wanted to capture him and torture him mercilessly, no wonder the thought of him stirred strange feelings within him. It turned out, he was a woman—

He laughed loudly, laughing at himself for being manipulated by a woman, laughing at his reluctance to kill her at the moment he was about to, and laughing at the wasted opportunity to dye his hair, which he had painstakingly cultivated for several days.

Volume 3, Dayu Chapter 109: The Imperial Marriage

Does he regret it? No, he probably would regret it even more if he had actually killed her.

He didn't want her dead; he wanted her alive and well, and then he would humiliate her severely, make her submit to him, and let her linger on his trampling.

The pain in his shoulder would forever remind him that once he caught her, he would trample on her mercilessly...

But a feeling inside screamed: to possess her, to imprison her, to control her...

He's going to catch her!

......

In the autumn of the second year of Dayu Wood, the Tibetan army, led by Prince Gongsong Gongzan, was driven out of the Central Plains.

Yu. This war of aggression, instigated by Tibet, came to an end.

Because the Emperor of Dayu implemented benevolent policies and reduced taxes, coupled with the assistance of the Wind King of Dayu,

The Dayu Kingdom experienced unprecedented prosperity, and the most noteworthy event was the strategy proposed by the Dayu Wind King to sell salt through merchants. This salt policy made the Dayu Kingdom's treasury abundant, with the salt industry alone accounting for more than half of the treasury's revenue.