Chapter 992

Chen Wuji rubbed his brow and set down the Emperor's foul, long letter.

His Majesty the Emperor lately looks truly bored.

This letter is entirely a heap of his emotions with a few useful, serious matters mixed in.

But Chen Wuji likes this kind of Emperor.

At this point, he has finally turned himself into an Emperor with feelings.

His this letter and previous ones have roughly the same tone, but the feelings revealed inside are worlds apart.

As more people see it, whether these feelings expressed in writing are genuine or fake has become simple.

"Your Majesty… are you still well?" Zhang Xiuer asked softly.

Chen Wuji shook his head. "Asking that question really puts me in a spot; from this letter I can hardly tell whether his situation now is good or bad, but it's probably bad. Imprisoned in the Palace City, now facing a three-way struggle, his situation, even if optimistic, can't be optimistic much."

"But don't worry, the Emperor won't die so easily, after all he is the Nine-Five Sovereign. Even if Yan Yan and the others don't care about the Emperor's life, they still care about their own reputation; they are rebels, but once they control the world, they still want to rightfully inherit the great treasure, and then they'll still need the Emperor's effort."

"Assassinating the Emperor in the street—such a foolish act—happens only once every few centuries."

Zhang Xiuer softly hummed, "But Your Majesty does have heirs, three princes; if they support the princes to the throne, Your Majesty may also fear for his life."

"Yes, that's indeed true, and such a possibility does exist." Chen Wuji nodded, "But the current Emperor has not yet named an heir; these three brats are now in a three-legged tripod stance, and with them balanced like that, the Emperor is relatively safe."

Zhang Xiuer pressed her lips, took a deep breath, nodded, "I hope His Majesty can smoothly escape this calamity; although the world's people have mixed opinions of him, he… is indeed quite good to me."

"Just remember your own gratitude; who has time to worry about what the world thinks?" Chen Wuji laughed.

"Hmm…"

Zhang Xiuer lifted her gaze to Chen Wuji, gave a faint smile and nodded; only shyness lingered in her brows and eyes, her small hands anxiously clasped together, pressing down toward her lower abdomen.

"This time you came, aren't in a hurry to leave?" Chen Wuji asked.

"Not in a hurry; I rarely go out, but now that I'm out, I'd like to wander around and see."

"In that case, in two days I'll send someone to take you to Xinglin Zhen; San Niang and the others are there now, so you'll have someone to talk to."

"Hmm."

After those two brief sentences were spoken, both fell silent.

Chen Wuji racked his brains, not knowing what to say, while Zhang Xiuer seemed to have no intention of speaking; she appeared to be enjoying this quiet, the corners of her mouth always bearing a faint smile.

Seeing that, Chen Wuji also fully relaxed; since we're already bed companions, there's no need to rush to find topics—say what you want, don't say what you don't, just be natural.

Inside, footsteps dragged on, then a moment later Lu Wanwan walked out, rubbing her wet long hair.

She glanced at Chen Wuji and Zhang Xiuer's faces, smiling: "Husband, Sister Xiu'er, you two don't need to be so formal, do you? Now that we're idle, it's such lovely spring—shouldn't we do something?"

"Oh, I see, San Niang and the others are in Xinglin Zhen; husband, you've been well-fed lately, it looks like you're not thinking about those things."

Zhang Xiuer suddenly blushed, her head bowed so low she wanted to bury it in a mountain ravine.

Chen Wuji gave Lu Wanwan a dark look and waved, "I'm not just waiting for you to finish washing; what's there between us two?"

"Husband, it's not proper in broad daylight," Lu Wanwan giggled, stepping back a step.

Chen Wuji straightened his face: "You also know it's not proper in broad daylight? Come here!"

"Husband, forgive me, I was just joking!" Lu Wanwan said pitifully.

"No forgiveness, hurry over."

"Husband…"

"Come over!"

"Alright, come then; I also happen to be a bit concerned."

Lu Wanwan put on an air of facing death as if returning home, walked over and sat directly in Chen Wuji's lap.

That remark left Zhang Xiuer and her servant thunderstruck—externally scorched, internally tender—and Cui'e was so astonished her mouth could barely hold an entire duck egg.

Zhang Xiuer glanced over and gave a light cough.

Cui'e suddenly reacted, hurriedly bowed to Chen Wuji: "Marquis, this servant will wait outside; if you have any orders, I'll hear them."

Chen Wuji waved his hand, then beckoned to Zhang Xiuer.

Lu Wanwan had already laid her head down; he really had no reason not to continue.

Anyway, those experts around him had long grown accustomed to his style.

Doing this in broad daylight, none of them would find it surprising.

Zhang Xiuer timidly walked over, her face red like the evening sun clinging to a mountain peak in summer, red and alluring, red and heart-stirring, making one unable to resist a surge of emotion.

"Brother Wuji, like this… is it okay?" She was a bit nervous, her voice trembling slightly.

Chen Wuji chuckled, "Nothing wrong with it; don't worry about being caught—though this place isn't an impregnable fortress, two or three grand masters couldn't break in."

"My meaning is… our own people." Zhang Xiuer said, fidgeting.

She wasn't at all worried about outsiders barging in.

This is the commander's tent; all around are countless open and hidden sentries, and outside are the finest elite troops.

With such defenses, if a sneak thief managed to slip in, it would be a huge joke.

"They know what's going on; they'll block them." Chen Wuji said.

Zhang Xiuer startled, lifted her head, "They know?!"

"Put your heart at ease; no one will eavesdrop on the walls." Chen Wuji said calmly.

As long as Chen Li is outside, Chen Wuji isn't the slightest bit worried about this.

Before, Chen Wuji really had worried about this.

But later Chen Li hemmed and hawed, hinting with words unsaid; after that Chen Wuji completely put his mind at ease—it's just that doing such things in daylight makes people instinctively feel unsafe.

Zhang Xiuer grew even more ashamed, a lovely red flush spreading over her brows and eyes.

She was by nature extremely shy; this situation left her flustered.

But…

There was also a faint, somewhat stimulating urge.

She didn't know what she was thinking, or where something had gone wrong; in any case, her body inexplicably felt this terrifying sensation.

"Sister Xiu Er, let me serve you first?" Lu Wanwan's An Lushan-like claws stretched out faster than Chen Wuji's, silently already beginning to climb the mountain, and even wanting to kiss her fragrant cheeks.

Chen Wuji silently covered his face; this girl Lu Wanwan, following Qin Zhanhong, has now been completely led astray.