Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 100

He Lu said, panting, "This is back for you. You bit my neck and made it red last time."

"How...how could this be? How could I bite your neck..." Wei Zijun's words became incoherent after her neck was violated.

“That time you got drunk, I even showed you that bar mark.” He Lu then started biting again.

"Huh? Is it me?" Wei Zijun asked blankly.

"If it's not you, then who is it?" He Lu took an even bigger bite.

"Then I...I apologize, but...please...please stop biting me, how am I supposed to face anyone now?"

"Last time you also told me I couldn't be seen by anyone for several days. I covered myself with my hands for the entire day."

"ah?"

Summer was getting hotter and hotter, and for some reason, the Dayu army had not shown any signs of going into battle for more than ten days. It seemed as if they were waiting for something, or as if they were brewing something, which made people feel a little uneasy.

The actions of Dayu Army caused much discussion among the generals of the Western Turks.

Sitting in the main tent, Wei Zijun listened quietly to the generals' discussions, smiling faintly without saying a word. Her jade-like skin shone with a transparent luster, her black hair was tied up high, and a jade crown was placed on her head. She wore a thin white silk robe, looking dashing and debonair. A very wide white fox fur collar around her neck almost buried her mouth, making her look exceptionally noble and elegant.

Bahar, standing to the side, was frantically fanning himself, panting heavily and looking as if he was about to faint.

Seeing the fine beads of sweat on Wei Zijun's nose, the ministers felt a surge of sympathy and advised, "Khan, since it's hot, take off that collar."

"Hehe—it's not hot, it's not hot," Wei Zijun said with an elegant smile.

He Lu remained silent, his head bowed, his expression unreadable. Only his shoulders were shaking violently, making the chair creak and groan. Wei Zijun looked in the direction of the sound, took a deep breath, and continued to smile kindly at the assembled officials, but none of them could see her mouth.

"Khan, you don't feel hot because you're fanning yourself. We don't wear collars, so we don't need to fan ourselves, and we don't feel hot either."

"Ah, yes." Wei Zijun turned her head and noticed that Bahar was almost fainting. "Bahar, go and rest."

Bahar swayed twice, then went downstairs thanking him profusely.

Seeing Wei Zijun's face gradually flush red after removing her fan, the ministers couldn't help but ask, "Khan, is this the fashion trend this year?"

"...Ahem...ahem..." Wei Zijun coughed lightly twice, changing the subject, "What do the ministers think Yu Jun is planning?"

Before the ministers could answer, a scout outside the door shouted, "Khan—the scout has arrived!"

"Bring it in."

Wei Zijun quickly unfolded the letter and glanced at it.

His face suddenly turned cold. What else did he want?

Volume Two, Turkic Chapters, Chapter Eighty-Nine: Family Affection

The two armies once again lined up and faced each other in the open field. The dark iron armor gleamed coldly, making the dazzling sun appear dim.

Li Tianqi, clad in golden armor, stood atop a gleaming black steed, his robes fluttering and sashes swirling. His handsome face was solemn, and his deep, unfathomable black eyes were fixed on Wei Zijun, who stood before the opposing formation.

Wei Zijun's expression was calm, a slight smile curving her lips. Her white riding attire accentuated her heroic bearing, while her crimson cloak exuded a free and unrestrained aura. No matter the situation or the time, she always radiated such brilliance. She silently gazed at the movements opposite her, motionless, yet her body radiated a myriad of elegant charms.

A moment later, Li Tianqi spurred his horse forward, and two soldiers carrying a man immediately followed behind. They rode until they were thirty paces away from the Western Turkic army's formation before stopping.

Wei Zijun stared directly at Li Tianqi. He was quite bold, daring to come to the enemy's camp alone, not afraid that the enemy would break the rules and shoot him to death with a hail of arrows.

After a long while, she finally looked away and gazed at the man who had been abducted.

Upon seeing this, Wei Zijun was immediately stunned. Her blood rushed to her head, her heart pounded, her eyes widened, her lips parted, and she stood there frozen. After a long while, her eyes welled up, and tears streamed down her face like a mountain spring.

He was a man in his forties, tall and slender, with a cold and stern face and gray hair. But the moment he saw Wei Zijun, tears streamed down his face.

She knew who this man was at a glance. She truly couldn't believe it; she could never have imagined that this man looked exactly like her biological father—his eyebrows, eyes, lips, and nose were all identical. This was her father, her biological father.

That's her father.

Tears blurred my vision.

She remembered... countless memories...

How she hurt him when she was young and impetuous.

No matter how much rebellion and hurt he suffered, his selfless love never diminished in the slightest.

He embraced her rebelliousness, her arrogance, and her hurt with his broad chest, and never wavered in his silent care for her.

He did everything she wanted, but she complained that he wasn't doing it well enough and turned away, leaving him looking dejected, like a child who had done something wrong.

My heart ached, tears streamed down my face, and I raised my bewildered, tearful eyes, trying to see the person in front of me clearly.

He once carried her on his head, running back and forth, letting her childlike laughter echo throughout the courtyard. She once rode on his neck, on his strong back, and he let her drive him, crawling diligently.

Gradually, she grew up. His daughter grew up, making it impossible for him to be close to her anymore. But his concerned gaze never left her, yet she remained oblivious. Until one day, that ever-present gaze vanished forever from this world, and when she tried to make amends, she could no longer find his ever-watchful figure.

Pain, my heart aches so much. Tears streamed down my face like a burst dam. Father, is it really you? Have you really come back? Can I have you again? If I could have a chance to make amends, I would give up everything to protect all of this, to never let you be sad again, to never let you be heartbroken again, to never let you just revolve around your daughter without daring to ask what she's doing. Father, you were lonely too, weren't you? Ever since your beloved little daughter grew up, you've been lonely. When she no longer needed your embrace, your broad back, you began to feel lonely. But now I will never let you be lonely again. I will stay by your side every day. Forever, forever protecting you.

"My son..." The man's face was already covered in tears, "Father is so sorry..."

"Father..." came out softly, the sound so natural, as if he had been calling out like that all his life.

The horse's hooves moved slowly forward, the clattering sound unable to conceal the excitement in its heart. It dismounted and walked to the man.

"Father..." She held onto those warm, large hands, those familiar hands that had once made kites, slingshots, and wooden guns for her, and those hands that had once spanked her for her naughtiness. Those hands were still warm.

"Father... I'm sorry..." Wei Zijun sobbed, unable to speak.

A father and daughter embraced tightly, tears streaming down their faces as they slid through their armor and into the hearts of those tough men.

Looking at the father and son, Li Tianqi blinked his sore eyes and let them cry. After a long while, he slowly spoke, "Yibi Shekui Khan, you've met this father and son. You should have done something by now."

Wei Zijun wiped away her tears and looked at Li Tianqi, "What do you want?"

"The Khan was willing to surrender to the enemy for his father back then, so he should be able to surrender for his father now, right?" Li Tianqi said without any expression.

"Are you trying to blackmail me? How could I possibly be blackmailed by you?" Wei Zijun's words carried a hint of anger.

“Threat? Oh no, I don’t need to threaten you. However, your mother is currently a guest at Daxing Palace, and I will treat her well.”

He imprisoned her mother? Instantly, a surge of anger ignited in her chest. "Li Tianqi—you are so despicable—I never imagined you could be so shameless." She truly hadn't expected that he, who had always disdained such methods, would resort to such a despicable tactic.

Fueled by anger, his cheeks flushed red, his handsome eyes gleamed, he bit his red lips, and his chest heaved. "Li Tianqi, you're a man. Let's have a one-on-one fight."

Li Tianqi looked at her flushed face and chuckled. "A contest? What does winning or losing matter?"

"If I win, you must release my parents and stop threatening me with such methods. As a respectable man, please use fair means."

"Oh? So... when you were on top of me that night, did you use legitimate means?" He laughed teasingly.

Wei Zijun looked slightly embarrassed, but quickly regained her composure. "I did not threaten you. It was your own carelessness. All's fair in war, you could have used the same tricks on me. But I was only targeting you, not your family. How could you use such shameless methods?"

Li Tianqi smiled slightly and leaped off his black horse. "Alright, I agree. But if you lose, you must obediently submit to me and come back to Dayu with me."

Wei Zijun remained silent, but simply untied the cloak from her shoulders and tossed it onto the grass.

The two walked to an open area, clasped their hands in greeting, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly attacked together. Instantly, a strong wind swept across the grassland, and grass clippings filled the air, almost blinding everyone.

White robes swirled, golden light flowed, thousands of threads intertwined, myriad lights shimmered, like a waterfall cascading down, ten thousand rivers rushing, a whirlwind scattering flower shadows, a sudden gust of wind whipping up snow waves, creating a colorful and magnificent spectacle between heaven and earth.

Both armies' soldiers stared intently at the hurricane-like ball of light, watching it tumble up and down, sometimes soaring into the sky and sometimes plummeting to the ground.

The two figures were entangled, and after more than three hundred moves, neither had gained the upper hand. Both were trying their best to find the other's weakness. When Li Tianqi attacked Wei Zijun's chest again, he discovered a weakness: she was trying her best to protect her chest.

Li Tianqi smiled slightly, feinted two moves, and then suddenly struck Wei Zijun in the chest with a palm. Wei Zijun dodged and flew backward. Li Tianqi's large hand followed closely forward, and just as it was about to grab her chest, Wei Zijun plummeted to the ground. Just as she was about to hit the ground, a wave of dizziness suddenly struck her. She closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"Zijun—!" Li Tianqi cried out, scooping up Wei Zijun and flying away at top speed. "Imperial physician—quickly, summon the imperial physician—"

The Western Turkic army cried out in alarm and surged forward to surround them.

Suddenly, a torrential downpour began. One hundred thousand masked cavalry from the Western Turks surrounded the Dayu army camp. The rain washed over their black armor; the blades gleamed eerily. Pairs of resolute gazes pierced the rain, fixed on the Dayu army's main tent.

"How is it?" Li Tianqi asked the imperial physician Lin Huajing, whose gaze was fixed on the person on the bed. This man was the best imperial physician in Dayu.

“Your Majesty, the Western Turkic Khan was once poisoned by a rare Western Turkic poison. The remaining poison has been in his body for nearly a year, causing occasional fainting spells. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. If it had been left for longer, the fainting spells would have lasted longer and longer, and he might have been in a coma.” Lin Huajing placed his hand on Wei Zijun’s pulse again, a strange look flashing across his face, but he ultimately said nothing more.

"Then can the poison be completely removed?" Hearing that he would be in a perpetual sleep, Li Tianqi felt a pang of heartache.

"Your Majesty, fortunately it's just residual poison. I've written a prescription to clear the poison. After taking it for a month, there should be no major problems."

"Go and brew the medicine quickly."

"Yes." Lin Huajing left the main tent and saw Wei Zijun's father still guarding outside, soaked to the bone by the rain. He wanted to go up and say something, but ultimately shook his head and walked away.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his calloused fingertips gliding across her delicate face. Suddenly, a pang of heartache struck him: He was so tired. He must have endured so much. If I hadn't pressed his pressure point to put him to sleep, he wouldn't be so quiet.

Recalling her struggle upon waking, like a stubborn little horse, a gentle smile brushed across her lips. When she slept, she was like an innocent child, pure and clean, as soft and fragrant as a flower petal.

"Your Majesty—" came the voice of a guard from outside, "General Wei Shulan of the Left Valiant Guard wishes to inquire about the situation of the Western Turkic Khan."

"Let him in," Li Tianqi said calmly. He had truly forgotten about her as his father.

"Your Majesty," Wei Shulan said as he entered the room, "I was afraid of soiling Your Majesty's sleeping tent."

Li Tianqi turned around and saw him standing there soaking wet. He turned and called out, "Ji Sheng, get General Li a set of my civilian clothes to change into."

"Yes, Your Majesty." A handsome young man responded and left.

Wei Zijun slept for about two hours before waking up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw two men in front of her bed.

I smacked my lips and felt a bitter taste fill my mouth and nose, making me feel nauseous and about to vomit.

Li Tianqi promptly popped a candied fruit into her mouth. A sweet aroma filled the air, and Wei Zijun took two satisfying sucks.

Li Tianqi chuckled. How could this person resemble a Khan? He was clearly just a child begging for candy.

"You two, father and son, should catch up," Li Tianqi said, leaning back on the couch and looking at the two men.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wei Shulan sat gently on the couch and took Wei Zijun's hand.

“Father…” Wei Zijun’s eyes began to moisten again.

“Zijun…” Wei Shulan’s eyes were red.

The father and daughter embraced and wept bitterly once again.

"Zijun, how did you get poisoned? You're so careless in taking care of yourself, you've made your father so sad." Wei Shulan complained as he wiped away Wei Zijun's tears.

"Huh?" Wei Zijun was somewhat surprised. "I've been poisoned?"