Chapter 387: I am still young, I have plenty of time to slowly wear him down!

Frost wrapped in broken snow hit the window lattice, falling into a full courtyard of silver white.

Yuwen Yong stumbled into the bedroom, the hem of his brocade robe still stained with the warm fragrance and wine smell of the banquet in the hall.

He was not good at drinking, but in order to make his two cousins, Yuwen Hu and Yuwen Heng, happy, he forced himself to drink. Several cups of strong wine went down his throat, and now he only felt his internal organs churning.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

Yuwen Yong stumbled towards the window, one hand supporting the cold window sill, the other hand barely supporting the celadon spittoon on the desk.

A burning spasm in his throat, and the wine and food in his stomach surged out, splashing into the spittoon with a turbid sound.

The snow silk outside the window was still drifting, falling on his sweaty forehead, bringing a trace of extremely light coolness, but it couldn't suppress the burning pain and dizziness in his throat.

The brocade curtain was lifted lightly, and a figure with the residual warmth of the heater approached quickly.

Wang Chuyan supported his crumbling shoulders, her fingertips first touching a piece of scalding heat, and then glimpsing the wine stains on his lips, her eyebrows immediately frowned.

Her voice was extremely soft, carrying heartache that was hard to hide: "Husband, how much wine did you drink?"

"Why is your face so hot?"

Saying this, she went behind her man, covered his tense back with her palms, and smoothed his breath lightly.

Her fingertips could touch the muscles that were tense due to discomfort, and every light pat was gentle, for fear of aggravating his discomfort.

Her gaze fell on the celadon spittoon stained with filth, and the heartache in the woman's eyes deepened.

The burning sensation in Yuwen Yong's throat eased slightly, and hearing Wang Chuyan's voice, he struggled to turn his head.

His cheeks were still flushed with wine, the corners of his eyes stained with a bit of water vapor, but he forced a shallow smile at the corners of his lips, his voice hoarse as if covered with a layer of fog: "Worrying the Princess..."

"I'm fine, just vomiting it out is enough..."

When the words fell, he wanted to straighten up, but was tripped by the churning in his stomach, and he swayed, thanks to Wang Chuyan who steadied him in time.

After another half a cup of tea, he borrowed Wang Chuyan's strength to move his feet weakly to the chair in the room.

Seeing him sit down, Wang Chuyan turned and took a clean plain silk handkerchief from her bosom, and knelt half-crouched in front of him.

Her fingertips pinched the corner of the handkerchief, her movements gentle as if afraid of breaking porcelain, carefully wiping the wine stains remaining on her man's lips, and even the few star wine marks on his chin were not let go.

After wiping clean, Wang Chuyan stood up and took the hangover soup that was still steaming on the table, tested the temperature with the bowl rim against her lips, confirmed it wasn't too hot, and handed it to Yuwen Yong, saying softly: "Husband, I've boiled the hangover soup for you!"

"Drink some to warm your stomach..."

Saying this, she didn't forget to support the bottom of the bowl with her other hand, for fear that her man's hands would slip and lose stability.

Yuwen Yong only felt his forehead heavy, his eyelids a bit unable to lift, the candlelight in front of him swayed, and even Wang Chuyan's figure turned upside down.

He struggled to steady himself, a hoarse "Sorry to trouble the Princess..." rolled from his throat, and he reached out to take the bowl of hangover soup.

His fingertips touched the warm porcelain bowl, and he steadied his mind slightly.

Lowering his eyes, he drank it in small sips, the warmth in the soup sliding down his throat, suppressing the burning sensation in his stomach slightly, but the dizziness didn't decrease much.

Wang Chuyan took the empty bowl, placed it on the desk lightly, and turned to go behind Yuwen Yong's chair.

Her fingertips first pressed lightly on his temples, seeing his eyebrows relax slightly, then slowly increased the force, massaging the tense forehead along the edge of the hairline, her movements extremely light and slow.

After massaging for a while, Wang Chuyan suddenly leaned over, leaned into Yuwen Yong's ear, her voice hiding uncontrollable joy, and even the tail sound carried a bit of tremor: "Husband, I heard that the Grand Preceptor and Grand Tutor came to visit, and it is intended for you to inherit the throne..."

"Doesn't that mean that in a few days, husband, you will ascend the throne?"

After saying this, the movements of her fingertips stopped, and she waited expectantly for a response.

This Lu Wangfei originally thought that the two coming was a bad thing, but it turned out to be a great thing...

As the saying goes, when one person attains the Tao, the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

Once her husband inherits the Nine-Five, she will be the Empress, mother of the world!

Yuwen Yong's eyebrows, which had been massaged until they eased, frowned slightly again, and a trace of self-mockery flashed in his dizzy eyes.

He turned his head, looking at the swaying snow shadows on the window paper, a faint bitter smile hooked at the corners of his lips, his voice light as if rolled by the cold wind outside the window: "Just being chosen to become a new puppet!"

He paused, raised his hand to press Wang Chuyan's hand that was still massaging, his fingertips cold: "Nothing worth being happy about..."

Between the lines, it was all powerlessness.

He, Yuwen Yong, is young, but he is not unable to see the situation clearly...

He only has an empty title, no real power, and is just being manipulated!

Those two hold military and political power, and the whole court listens to their dispatch. A new monarch with no foundation, how much can he decide?

"Puppet?"

Wang Chuyan muttered, the joy on her face froze instantly, and the corners of her lips that were still smiling sank heavily.

Even the light in her eyes was extinguished like a cold wind, leaving only a daze.

She instantly understood her husband's melancholy and depression...

A short cold laugh spilled from Yuwen Yong's throat, the laughter wrapped in bone-chilling coldness, and even the air around him seemed to sink a bit. He turned his head slowly, the coldness in his dizzy eyes condensed with lingering gravity, his voice extremely low, but every word clear: "And if you are not careful, it is easy to follow in A-Yan's footsteps..."

"Die an unnatural death!"

When the words fell, he suddenly laughed "hehe" twice. The laughter was light as if it were about to scatter in the wind, but it hid endless sadness.

Emperor?

Just a puppet whose life is at stake!

Wang Chuyan shook all over, her body that had just frozen lost its strength, her fingertips slipped from Yuwen Yong's forehead and hung at her sides, trembling slightly.

She looked at the cold silence in her man's eyes, the panic that had been suppressed by the word "puppet" surged up completely, and even her voice carried uncontrollable shaking: "This... this... husband..."

She leaned forward half a step again, her hands subconsciously grabbing Yuwen Yong's sleeves, her eyes full of panic and fear: "Then what should we do in the future?"

Between the words, it was full of helplessness and fear.

At that moment, Wang Chuyan finally realized that she was happy too early, and the seriousness of the problem...

This is far more dangerous than being a Prince!

"Be cautious..."

"Bide your time..."

"Wait for the right time!"

Yuwen Yong held Wang Chuyan's cold and trembling hands in reverse.

His fingertips rubbed the back of her hand lightly.

The cold silence in his eyes faded gradually, replaced by a kind of calm sternness, and even his voice was much steadier than before, saying word by word.

Yuwen Yan's lesson must be learned...

Going against Yuwen Hu will not end well!

Wang Chuyan seemed to think of something, her held hands stiffened slightly, the previous panic faded gradually, a fierce murderous look flashed in her eyes, and even her voice lowered a bit, carrying a bit of gritted-teeth ruthlessness: "Husband, can't we take the opportunity to get rid of the Grand Preceptor and Grand Tutor?"

She paused, leaned closer, her fingertips unconsciously gripping her husband's sleeves, her tone hiding the determination to take risks: "Like poisoning, buying assassins, etc..."

When saying this, the light in the woman's eyes flickered, and even her breathing became rapid.

The feeling of having one's life in the hands of others is not good...

Enduring is not a long-term solution.

Either set up a banquet in the future, find an opportunity to poison, or find some reliable assassins, and take them by surprise...

Hearing this, Yuwen Yong first let out a low "heh", the laughter mixed with a bit of helplessness, and a bit of realization that he had already seen through, then shook his head, his fingertips lightly brushing the back of Wang Chuyan's hand gripping his sleeve, his voice sinking: "Yuwen Hu and his brother are so cautious!"

He raised his eyes to look at the snow shadows falling outside the hall, a layer of gravity covering his eyes: "Even the wine and food tonight were checked by attendants, and tasted before eating..."

This path of poisoning simply cannot work.

Yuwen Hu is such a shrewd person, it is impossible to leave such a loophole for people to drill!

Wang Chuyan bit her red lips and didn't speak.

Yuwen Yong rubbed his forehead and continued: "And A-Yan was also likely discovered by Yuwen Hu because of his murderous intent, and then removed..."

Wang Chuyan bit her lower lip, the fierce look in her eyes gradually replaced by unwillingness, her voice carrying a bit of stubborn hoarseness: "Then can we only endure humiliation and rely on the Grand Preceptor's nose?"

She lowered her eyes and looked at their clasped hands, her fingertips curling lightly, and suddenly raised her eyes again, a bit of worry in her eyes: "Husband, then how will future history books write about you!"

"What's the rush?"

Yuwen Yong didn't care at all when he heard this, just patted the woman's hand back lightly, supported the back of the chair and stood up slowly.

His footsteps were still a bit weak, but he walked straight to the window, raised his hand to push open half a window, the cold snow wind instantly rushed in with broken snow, blowing his forehead hair slightly.

Yuwen Yong looked at the white snow falling all over the sky outside the window, the gravity in his eyes was gone, replaced by a bit of calm faint smile, his voice wrapped in the wind and passed back: "We don't need to fight for a moment of victory or defeat. Yuwen Hu is already forty-five, and I am still young..."

"I have plenty of time to slowly wear him down!" ===== CHAPTER 388 =====

There was not a shred of joy in that laughter; instead, it was mixed with a helpless, bitter irony that even dissipated some of the intoxication.

Wang Chuyuan was taken aback by Lu's sudden laughter. Her hand, which had been gripping his sleeve, loosened instinctively, and the fierce, urgent glint in her eyes faded away entirely, leaving only a look of utter bewilderment: "Husband, what are you laughing at?"

She blinked, her brows knitting together slightly, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Did I say something wrong?"

At that moment, Wang Chuyuan was completely stumped.

She had no idea what she had overlooked in her proposal...

Yuwen Yong tapped the tip of the woman's nose with his fingertip, his tone playful yet tinged with indulgence: "My Princess, do you really think A Yan wouldn't have thought of this method, or wouldn't have used it already?"

His words were full of profound meaning.

"This..." Wang Chuyuan was left speechless by the question.

Yuwen Yong let out a long sigh and said in a deep voice: "Both Old Pillars of State have already attempted to assassinate the Duke of Wei like that, yet he remains safe and sound, and has even been promoted and ennobled..."

"Not to mention the protection Yuwen Hu himself has!"

How could Yuwen Yong not have heard about the two Great Pillars of State hiring martial arts experts to assassinate Chen Yan?

Not only did they fail to kill him, but they were also outmaneuvered by him...

Chen Yan was already so difficult to kill, let alone his master, Yuwen Hu!

It was as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Wang Chuyuan pursed her red lips and said nothing.

Yuwen Yong gently stroked his forehead and continued: "Besides, A Yan was most likely eliminated only because Yuwen Hu sensed his murderous intent..."

Wang Chuyuan bit her lower lip, the bewilderment in her eyes gradually replaced by unwillingness, her voice carrying a stubborn hoarseness: "Then are we really just going to have to endure humiliation and live under the Grand Preceptor's thumb?"

She lowered her eyes to look at their clasped hands, her fingertips curling slightly, then suddenly looked up again, her eyes filled with a bit more worry: "Husband, what will the history books of future generations write about you!"

"What is there to be anxious about?"

Yuwen Yong didn't seem to care at all upon hearing this; he just gently patted the back of the woman's hand and stood up slowly, leaning on the back of the chair.

His steps were still a bit unsteady, but he walked straight to the window and pushed open one of the sashes. The icy, snowy wind instantly rushed in, carrying fine snow and ruffling the hair on his forehead.

Yuwen Yong looked at the snow falling all over the sky outside the window. The gravity in his eyes was gone, replaced by a calm, faint smile. His voice carried back on the wind: "We don't need to fight for victory or defeat in a single moment. Yuwen Hu is already forty-five, while I am still young..."

"I have plenty of time to slowly wear him down!"