What are you doing here?
Yu Zhi blushed and whispered, "Come here, let me blow on it for you."
Miss Wei squinted at me with her long, narrow phoenix eyes. It was a wonder she could manage to make that pretty face look so irritating when she smiled. She leaned forward and whispered, "You haven't fallen for me, have you?"
Yu Zhi felt sorry for her. She was moved and felt sorry for her. She thought that this noble young lady from a wealthy family could be so heartless as to get such a bump on her forehead just to get revenge for her.
Hearing this suddenly made my heart skip a beat.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Did I hit the nail on the head?"
"No, not at all," Yu Zhi said deliberately. "Liking someone and falling in love are not the same thing. You taught me that."
Liking someone means liking that person.
In Wei Pingxi's view, "liking" is a very vague and ethereal thing. How can a person decide their entire life at first glance and suffer the pain of life and death for one person?
To 'like' someone means to like their soft, warm body, their body glistening with sweat; it's pure physical pleasure.
For a concubine to dare speak such words to her master, Wei Pingxi lightly flicked the bump on her forehead with his finger, causing Yu Zhi to cry out in pain, her eyes immediately filling with tears.
"What are you doing? You told me to say it! It hurts so much..."
Her voice was trembling with tears and a sense of injustice.
Miss Wei, with a heart of stone, remained unmoved: "Remember this pain, and don't say anything offensive to me again."
Yu Zhi hugged her knees and cried softly, "Fine, I won't tell you then. You asked first, and after you asked, you didn't want anyone to tell you, and then you flicked my finger..."
When she cried, her tears were plentiful, and she would whine and moan. Wei Pingxi's mood was unpredictable, but now that he was in a better mood, he was willing to give her a little treat: "Then flick it back? I promise I won't cry out in pain."
No matter what she said, Yu Zhi just kept crying. Half of it was because the bump on her forehead hurt a little and she looked ugly, and the other half was because she didn't know why, but her heart felt heavy and uncomfortable.
She cried so hard that tears streamed down her face, her fair and rosy cheeks glistening with tears, her eyes tinged with a blush, displaying a delicate and fragile beauty.
A true beauty's tears evoke the delicate beauty of a blooming lotus or a shy, blushing crabapple—a breathtaking and captivating aesthetic.
Wei Pingxi liked it when she cried.
I love watching her cry on the bed, I love listening to her moaning, I love her fair legs and impressive breasts, and I love to toss and turn her around.
No matter how wicked she is, she is still a human being.
He's someone who likes women.
Since you like women, how can you refuse the beauty before you? How can you bear to see her crying her heart out?
Touching her remaining conscience, she leaned forward and bit her lip.
A slightly salty tear clung to the tip of her tongue, and she smiled, "How about I do it for you? Wasn't it you who was on top on our wedding night?"
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it; the more she did, the more Yu Zhi wanted to cry.
They said that on their wedding night she was on top, and that she had willingly given her virginity, which she had kept for twenty-three years, to her. The Fourth Miss, on the other hand, just lay there peacefully watching her make a fool of herself.
How could she be on top? She'd be the one getting bullied.
Now, because of a single sentence, the Fourth Miss flicked her forehead, and deliberately flicked it right on the bulge. She looked up and said, "You're so mean!"
Wei Pingxi gently pulled her into his arms: "Okay, I'm wicked, I'm wicked because I want to stand up for you."
"You've known me for a while now. I'm not exactly a saint, but I'm exceptionally good to myself. Think about it, if anyone else dared to say that to me, I would have twisted their head off long ago."
Yu Zhi was horrified by the image of 'heads separating' that she described, and instinctively hid in her arms.
Wei Pingxi embraced her soft, fragrant body, and, having gotten the better deal, feigned innocence: "Do you still want me to blow on it? My bag is much bigger than yours."
"..."
Yu Zhi almost forgot her important business because she interrupted her.
After stepping out of her arms and examining the bump on the fairy's forehead closely, Yu Zhi frowned and scolded, "How could you hurt yourself so badly? I don't believe a word you say was done by an assassin."
She had just cried, her eyes were red, and her voice had a touch of coquettish charm as she cupped Wei Pingxi's face and carefully blew on her forehead.
The beauty's breath was as fragrant as orchids, and her demeanor was elegant and graceful. The Fourth Miss stared at her intently, her gaze lingering on the beauty's snow-white neck.
She took a deep breath, her face flushing slightly, and stammered, "What...what are you doing?"
"Smell it, don't do anything."
Are you born in the Year of the Dog?
"It's better than you being a donkey."
"..."
Yu Zhi's pretty face flushed crimson: "You, you're the one—"
“I don’t kick people randomly in my sleep, but as for you,” she poked the beauty’s chest with her finger, “you kicked and shoved me at night, your behavior was outrageous.”
Yu Zhi was in the wrong after all, so she didn't say a word even after hearing it.
"say."
"I will change..."
She gently kissed the bump on the fourth young lady's forehead: "Look how good I am to you. You flick me, but I can't bear to flick you."
She had a flirtatious air about her, as if she had just kissed someone and was now seeking credit. Wei Pingxi buried his face in her snowy neck and took a deep breath of her sweet fragrance: "That's why I dote on you."
The Fourth Miss's love for others was not just empty words; even before her injuries had fully healed, she took the concubine's hand and led her to the entrance of Gan Ning Palace.
The palace maid guarding the gate was horrified when she saw her: "Fourth Miss! Who hurt you?!"
...
Half an hour ago, His Majesty went to the Imperial Study to handle state affairs, while the Empress was in the Gan Ning Palace selecting good fabrics for her niece's clothes.
Not long after, the head palace maid Ning You rushed over to report: "Your Majesty, the Fourth Miss has been attacked."
The Empress's hand, which was stroking the fabric, trembled, and a hint of frost appeared in her eyes: "What's wrong with her?"
"He got hit on the forehead by a hydrangea ball, and it swelled up into a huge bump. They kept saying that our harem is unclean, and that we'll be packing our bags and heading back to Lingnan tomorrow."
"What about her concubine?"
"His forehead is swollen too. Doctor Song is currently in the Flower-Picking Hall."
The Empress pondered for a moment: "It's swollen with a lump."
She continued picking out fabrics: "Do you think Xi Xi's bump on her forehead is something she smashed herself?"
"Huh? Why is this happening? Why are you smashing yourself? I don't understand."
"It's right that you don't understand."
Two quarters of an hour later, the palace maid Yunxian entered and said, "Your Highness, the Fourth Miss has brought her favorite concubine to demand an explanation from you."
"This child still has a strong temper."
After careful selection, the Empress finally chose the fabric she liked and instructed the palace maids: "Have the Imperial Clothing Workshop make several new outfits for all four seasons according to Xi Xi's measurements. I like to see her looking radiant."
The head palace maid's mind raced, and her heart began to flutter.
"Go ask Yao'er what she did."
Upon learning that this matter was related to Princess Jiaorong, Ning You's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."
Wei Pingxi brushed past the head palace maid at the entrance of Gan Ning Palace.
She took two steps and then stopped in place, watching Ning You head in what seemed to be the direction of the Bright Moon Palace. She snorted coldly, her eyes darkening further.
Who else could have driven her to such extremes in the deep palace to seek justice, except for the beautiful princess who disliked her?
With her daughter on one side and her nephew on the other, the empress is in a difficult position.
Regardless of how difficult it is, she will seek justice.
Let's disregard the fact that she smashed it herself; whoever smashed her concubine would die.
As Wei Pingxi stepped into the gate of Gan Ning Palace, he shouted, "Auntie—I'm too ashamed to face anyone!"
The Empress was amused and exasperated: "You're too ashamed to show your face in public, yet you come to me, indirectly insulting me?"
"How dare a nephew scold his aunt?" She tugged at the embroidered sleeve of the empress and complained bitterly, "Aunt, look, don't I have a big bump on my forehead?"
"My eyes are not blind."
"aunt!"
The Empress's ears hurt from her noise, so she hugged her head and said, "Alright, alright, I see it, there is a big lump."
Wei Pingxi struggled to stop her from touching his head, pointing a finger at Yu Zhi's forehead: "Aunt, look again, your harem has been robbed!"
"First they attacked my branch, then they attacked me. My aunt has just arrived and this has happened to her. I dare not stay in the palace anymore. I will return to Lingnan tomorrow."
"What 'misfortune'? You're talking nonsense again!" The Empress looked at her and then at Yu Zhi, finally taking Yu Zhi's hand and asking her with concern, "Does it hurt? Are you feeling any better?"
Yu Zhi was overwhelmed by the Empress's gentleness and said, "I...I'm not in so much pain anymore."
"Auntie, it hurts!"
The Empress took her hand affectionately: "Wait a little longer, I'll explain to you later."
...
In the Bright Moon Palace, Princess stood up helplessly: "Did Mother really say that? Why did she determine it was me?"
"This servant does not know. Her Majesty only ordered this servant to ask one question: what has Her Highness the Princess done?"
Ji Qingyao retorted stubbornly, "What could I do? I was studying chess manuals in the palace and had never even seen Wei Pingxi. How would I know that her concubine was vandalized? Perhaps she was too arrogant and someone didn't like her."
The head palace maid stared at her intently, then sighed, "Your Highness, there are too many flaws in your statement."
"What flaw is there?"
"If you did it, you should pretend to be ignorant and deny it. It's better to keep quiet than to say anything that might cause you more trouble. Your Highness, Her Majesty is no ordinary woman. She is the Empress of the Great Yan Dynasty, the mother of the nation."
Ji Qingyao fell silent, the innocent look that had been hovering over her brows fading away, replaced by deep emotion: "Yes, Mother is wise. Why would she send you, a mere concubine?"
"On her first day in the palace, the Fourth Miss was 'attacked' in the Zhehua Palace. The Empress was very angry and wanted to give her an explanation."
"Attacked? I didn't hurt her."
The head palace maid pointed to her forehead: "But the Fourth Miss's forehead is injured, and there's a huge bump on it."
"Are you disfigured?"