Chapter 959: I've imprisoned the Empress—how do I fix this!? 12
All the generals had already subdued the assassins, surrounding Jin Chen to protect him as if facing a great enemy.
Jin Chen casually picked up a sword, his narrow eyes flashing with a chilling killing intent, and said, "I know you have a master behind you."
Zhang Kui was stabbed all over, breaking out in a cold sweat, his facial muscles twitching as he forced a tough tone: "No! I just can't stand your atrocities—Jin State will surely fall by your hand."
"Idiot."
Jin Chen coldly spat out two words, driving the sword's tip into Zhang Kui's face, forcing him to lift his head, leaning in dangerously with a cruel, mocking smile.
"Did you think angering me on purpose would make everything fine once you're dead?"
Just before Zhang Kui's consciousness faded, he heard Jin Chen coldly order that the General of Martial Might intended rebellion, and his whole family would be executed—before he could even feel relieved that his family had been moved away early, a harsh voice reached his ears.
"Even if Zhang Kui's family isn't in the capital, I'll have them hunted down to the ends of the earth and executed."
Having said that, Jin Chen then completely killed the helpless Zhang Kui, who had reached out, and threw the sword onto his body.
"Your Majesty, your health is important; leave the rest to the Ministry of Justice to investigate."
Wen Zhiheng took Jin Chen's hand, his tone still worried.
——
"Reporting to Your Majesty, your injury is not serious, just the wound is a bit deep."
Inside the hall, imperial physicians knelt in a crowd; the lead, Li De, bandaged Jin Chen's wound before daring to move his numb knees, trembling with fear.
"Is that sleeve dagger poisonous?" Wen Zhiheng asked, unaware himself, still holding Jin Chen's hand without letting go.
"In reply to Your Highness, it's just an ordinary hidden weapon."
Wen Zhiheng then relaxed, dismissed the imperial physicians, and urged Li De to hurry up and prepare the medicine.
From start to finish, Jin Chen hardly spoke, leaning against the lacquered chair's cushion, gazing at Wen Zhiheng as his eyes gradually softened with a smile.
When the hall finally fell silent, Wen Zhiheng stroked Jin Chen's medicated arm and asked softly, "Your Majesty, why did you save me? Your health is more important."
Jin Chen raised his eyebrows in confusion, his fingers reversing their grip on Wen Zhiheng's hand, and said, "If I hadn't saved you, I would truly be heartbroken and regretful."
His uninjured hand gently brushed Wen Zhiheng's cheek, his voice low and hoarse yet gentle: "Don't overthink it, don't blame yourself—my injury has nothing to do with Huai Feng."
This time Wen Zhiheng didn't pull away, meeting Jin Chen's narrow, lovely peach-blossom eyes again, and pressed his lips together.
【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value 20, total -15! Congratulations!】
【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 75!】
Jin Chen's unexplained unhappiness these days vanished instantly; he happily embraced his Empress and swayed, saying, "Huai Feng has been ignoring me these days, which is even harder to bear than my injury."
Wen Zhiheng was made to laugh by him, saying, "What are you saying, Your Majesty…"
He laughed and laughed, then started coughing, raising his hand to cover his face with his sleeve, coughing miserably.
Jin Chen quickly hugged him and patted his back to ease his breathing, feeling heartbroken: "Huai Feng, you need to take good care of this body."
"It's all my fault before; Huai Feng, don't hold it against me anymore."
I don't know which sentence moved Wen Zhiheng, but his smiling face froze as he carefully studied Jin Chen, as if seeing him anew.
"Your Majesty, what do you think I've done wrong before?"
There are plenty of them.
Jin Chen thought, the tyrant has no shortage of bad habits.
He casually listed a few points, not noticing Wen Zhiheng's expression turning oddly inquisitive.
Suddenly, a clamor came from outside the hall; Yan Fu'an reported that the attendants still in the palace were worried about the Emperor and wanted to come see him.
The Emperor, thinking of that crowd, got a headache, buried himself in Wen Zhiheng's embrace, not wanting to lift his head, and his voice came out muffled.
"Just say I'm in terrible pain, feeling unwell, and no one is to see me!"
Seeing Jin Chen's expression wasn't pretended, Wen Zhiheng rubbed his forehead for him, his inner turmoil and worry growing heavier.
"Your Majesty used to love all these beauties."
He tried to keep his tone from sounding probing, his movements gentle as he observed Jin Chen's expression.
Jin Chen turned and wrapped his arms around his waist, muttering, "Having you is enough; that's why I don't like those people."
Wen Zhiheng didn't know whether he was satisfied with that answer, his gaze drifting far away.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a person in guard's uniform sneaking in amid the chaos, staring intently at him and Jin Chen.
Upon guessing the identity of that guard-dressed person, Wen Zhiheng's hand jerked back as if burned, seeing Jin Chen's puzzled expression, and he casually made an excuse to get up.
"Huai Feng, you're not keeping me company anymore?" Jin Chen complained.
"Regarding the assassination attempt, the Young Crown Prince must have been frightened too; I'll go to the Hall of Resting Heart to check on him."
Jin Chen then reluctantly agreed, pulling the blanket over himself, and didn't forget to tell Wen Zhiheng to come over early.
The attendants outside were also sent back; Jin Chen turned over, hoping to rest well, but was disturbed by the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves.
"Your Majesty… Your Majesty!"
Shao Chun rushed into the hall, no one able to stop him, seeing that besides Jin Chen's arm bound in medicine, tears began to well up again.
"Your Majesty, how did you get hurt?!"
Jin Chen: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the Hall of Returning Spring and not come out?"
He really had a headache now, and even more so when he discovered that Jin Xiaomo had also followed him in.
Shao Chun acted as if he hadn't noticed, continually sitting beside him, acting cute and pitiful, right in front of Jin Xiaomo.
"Your Majesty, you shouldn't have locked me up; if I'd been there today, I definitely wouldn't have let you get hurt!"
"I've heard you were injured protecting that Empress; he's truly useless!"
Shao Chun puffed out his cheeks, lunged to hug Jin Chen, but was pushed away.
"I see you haven't been confined enough, and you're still spouting nonsense."
Shao Chun quickly covered his mouth with both hands and shook his head, then put them down pitifully, saying, "Being locked up is so boring; Your Majesty, you surely know my nature."
He twirled the hair hanging at his chest with both hands, looking aggrieved, and occasionally glanced at Jin Xiaomo, as if checking whether he was angry.
Jin Chen simply felt as if he had seen a ghost.
Am I also part of your lovey-dovey play!
Jin Xiao Mo gave a half-smile, as if hinting at something: "I originally wanted to check on Imperial Brother's injury, but I didn't expect the Young Noble to already be here."
"It still has to be Imperial Brother; another group of attendants are worried and waiting, and there's someone pleasant serving inside the hall."
Jin Chen rolled his eyes inwardly.
I'm just going to scare you!
"Since Imperial Younger Brother likes it, how about I give you the Noble?"
Jin Xiao Mo's expression changed slightly; he quickly lowered his head: "Imperial Brother is joking; I, your subject, dare not."
"Your Majesty!"
Shao Chun slapped the bed in dissatisfaction: "I'm still here; how can you give me away to someone else?"
"I am Your Majesty's person; you cannot send me away."
While speaking coquettishly, her eyes furtively met Jin Xiao Mo's a few times, truly a case of eyebrow-flirting.
Jin Chen: "..." You two are crazy!
He wearily leaned back, greatly missing the comfortable embrace of his own Empress.
We must quickly ferret out the spies! We can't let these specially-wired protagonists disturb us again!
After thinking it over, Jin Chen decided to act during the upcoming Mid-Autumn Reunion Banquet.
End of Chapter
