Chapter 689: Parting Better Than a New Wedding

Pa!

Chen Wuji raised his hand and slapped Qin Zhanhong's buttocks, angrily saying, "Didn't I tell you I don't need it? You few are already enough for me to endure, and you still go looking for trouble?"

"Ah."

Qin Zhanhong let out a soft cry, her delicate body lightly falling into Chen Wuji's embrace, speaking in a coquettish tone, "I'm not doing this because I fear you'll grow tired of me, husband; I'm just seeking help to share the burden. Though you have many wives and concubines, San Niang and the others are now in Hezhou, the army is constantly campaigning and exhausted, they can't always be by your side, so in the end it's still just me."

"You've been away campaigning for over half a year this year, and the coming years will likely be the same. If the situation changes, perhaps you'll still have the intention to raise troops and march north; all this could amount to countless years."

Chen Wuji interrupted her, "There's no need to say more—I have always been a subject of Da Yu!"

Cao Boss's method is applicable in any era.

As long as he doesn't lose face in name, he won't lose the initiative.

Qin Zhanhong glanced sideways, smiling at Chen Wuji, "Husband, do you really think that way?"

"What would I gain by deceiving you!" Chen Wuji said, "His Majesty the Emperor treats me so kindly, how could I ignore his feelings? I've always been thoughtful; as long as the court and the Emperor don't abandon me, I will surely remain a subject of Da Yu."

Qin Zhanhong stared, speechless for a moment, then softly said, "Husband, when you speak to me, there's no need to be so serious."

"You're overthinking it; I never intended to rebel at this critical juncture, and as for the future, I've already said—we'll see how the situation develops!" Chen Wuji reminded, emphasizing that the word "situation" is still crucial.

"Oh..."

Qin Zhanhong opened her mouth slightly, drew out her tone, and laughed lightly, "If you put it that way, then I understand."

Chen Wuji held Qin Zhanhong in his arms, his large hand roaming freely, "From now on, you're not to act on your own, or else see how I deal with you. I haven't disciplined you in days—I think you're about to tear off the roof."

Qin Zhanhong smiled dreamily, her watery eyes filled with a misty allure that turned substantive, she thrust her chest forward and pressed hard against Chen Wuji, "Then husband… how do you intend to deal with me? I'm so scared—are you really going to beat me to death with that stick?"

Chen Wuji: …

Rip!

Qin Zhanhong's skirt tore violently under Chen Wuji's palm, revealing a huge rip, exposing her snow-white skin and the cute little underwear beneath.

In this simple era, underwear is a very practical garment.

It comes in two types: open-crotch and closed-crotch.

Men's are generally closed-crotch.

Women, for convenience, usually wear open-crotch; at night they change to closed-crotch, similar to pajamas.

Qin Zhanhong's is currently the open-crotch type.

Although it's open-crotch, because there's plenty of fabric, unless you lift the whole skirt, there's basically no risk of exposure.

Rip!

Another crisp sound of fabric tearing.

Qin Zhanhong's snow-white underwear, under Chen Wuji's palm, turned into a strip of cloth, fully revealing her beauty.

"Ah… husband, don't do this, I'm shy." Qin Zhanhong exclaimed coquettishly, instinctively covering herself.

"Get lost, don't play that act."

Chen Wuji pushed aside Qin Zhanhong's hand, laughing and scolding, "Go on, pretend to be shy for me to see."

Qin Zhanhong bashfully whispered, "But I really am shy, how can you look at me like that?"

"Then how should I look?" Chen Wuji asked.

Qin Zhanhong bit her red, fragrant lips, leaned close to Chen Wuji's ear, and whispered, "Come closer to look."

Chen Wuji: …

This damned rascal!

"It's not good to get too close to look; I'll get closer later." Chen Wuji said.

"Then… will you get close like you did once before?" Qin Zhanhong's cheeks flushed slightly, now truly a bit shy.

Chen Wuji instantly understood.

"Then it depends on your performance."

Qin Zhanhong twisted and said, "Husband, when has my performance ever been lacking?"

"Also."

In this regard, Chen Wuji really can't find fault.

Qin Zhanhong is sufficiently proactive in this matter, her boundaries are very broad, almost nothing she dares not try.

"Shall I help you change clothes, husband?" Qin Zhanhong proposed.

Chen Wuji pressed her down, "My clothes were torn for nothing? Sit properly first."

"So shy, husband…" Qin Zhanhong giggled foolishly.

Chen Wuji ignored her, his large hands roaming up and down, feeling her carefully.

Qin Zhanhong has been away for days, and he has been abstaining for days as well.

Looking at her like this, he really can't hold back; a burst of fiery passion ignited instantly in his body.

"Husband, I've thought about it."

Qin Zhanhong breathed softly, her seductive tone making Chen Wuji unable to restrain himself.

This guy, even after countless times, is still so alluring.

Making one unable to resist!

Chen Wuji stood up, princess-carried Qin Zhanhong back to the rear hall, and flung her onto the redwood bed.

"Ah…"

Qin Zhanhong moaned softly, half-kneeling on the bed's edge, clutching Chen Wuji's waist, "Husband, I'm so hungry…"

Seeing her dazed, enamored look, Chen Wuji wanted to act immediately.

But he restrained himself a little.

The beauty before him remains beautiful, not to be missed.

……

Lu Wanwan was bored again.

She sat idly in the room for one or two hours, but no one came.

Not a single person was seen in the courtyard, not even someone to talk to.

"Where did everyone go?"

Lu Wanwan left the courtyard, found a personal guard on duty, and asked where Chen Wuji was.

She now suspects that her high-status, powerful husband looks down on her a little, which is why he casually arranged a room for her and just left her there uncaring; Lu Wanwan finds this hard to accept—if you like someone, you like them; if you don't, you don't; why force it?

She intends to find Chen Wuji to get things clear, then decide her own fate.

If he looks down on her, they can dissolve the engagement and she can simply go home; there's nothing difficult about that.

Along the way she saw countless iron-armored guards with grim expressions, but none stopped her, allowing her to easily find the east wing where Chen Wuji lived.

Entering the room, however, there was not a single person.

"Wasn't it said he's here? Why is there no one?" Lu Wanwan muttered softly.

Just as she was about to go out and ask again, she suddenly heard a strange commotion coming from the rear hall.