Li Qiong Yu’s expression remained unchanged as he sat by the bed and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.
Wei Qing Ge lacked the strength to struggle and glared at him fiercely.
“Don’t be angry, let me see your wound.”
“Don’t touch me.”
She tightly wrapped her robe around herself, evading his hand.
Li Qiong Yu knew her temperament and didn’t press further.
He held her tightly, kissed her hair, and closed his eyes, suppressing the |xiong| beneath him.
Wei Qing Ge coldly shied away and looked at him, “I want to go back to the manor.”
He remained silent.
Her eyes reddened with anger, “Did you hear me? I want to go back to the manor.”
Li Qiong Yu lowered his gaze, looked at her for a moment, and then suddenly pinched her cheeks, speaking in a deep voice. wΑp.kanshu伍.net
“Don’t force me to lock you up with shackles.”
“You---”
Wei Qing Ge’s lips trembled with anger at his demeanor.
Disregarding her injury, she suddenly sat up and desperately punched and clawed at him.
“Li Qiong Yu, you are simply insane.”
Seeing sweat bead on her forehead and her face contort slightly from pain, Li Qiong Yu immediately grabbed her hands and held her captive in his arms, threateningly.
“If it doesn’t hurt, we’ll continue.”
Wei Qing Ge didn’t understand what he meant and didn’t bother listening. Her heart was filled with resentment, and she wanted to unleash her anger on him, her strength growing.
Li Qiong Yu directly used one hand to catch her flailing arm and the other to pin her legs, pressing her down beneath him.
Their entanglement messed up the loose robe draped over her.
He reached inside and murmured, “You’re like this after just a touch, what will happen later?” kΑnshu伍.ξà
Wei Qing Ge’s body instantly stiffened, sensing something was wrong with him, a mixture of fear and anger washing over her.
“Are you sick? Who has a future with you? Get off.”
Li Qiong Yu lay on top of her, not moving.
“Don’t you want to taste me?”
His hot breath fanned her ear, tickling and numbing.
Wei Qing Ge cursed him internally upon hearing his shameless words, but she was a little scared of him now and dared not provoke him further, squirming her waist.
“Stop squirming, I really can’t hold back anymore.”
“Li Qiong Yu, don’t do this. You have so many brothels under your name, can’t you find someone to relieve yourself?”
Li Qiong Yu’s expression instantly darkened. He lifted his head from her neck, a hint of anger in his eyes.
Wei Qing Ge couldn’t discern it, only feeling that he was a bit fierce.
She remained silent, her body involuntarily shrinking back.
Li Qiong Yu’s fingers tightened |yī| and he quickly withdrew them.
“I’m almost turning into an ascetic monk because of you, you can support me.”
Seeing him sit up, Wei Qing Ge immediately pulled her robe closer and pushed herself back.
“Who wants to support you? You’re sick.”
Li Qiong Yu couldn’t help but chuckle at her actions.
“Come here.”
Wei Qing Ge looked at his smile, blinked, and felt the fear in her heart diminish.
She said fiercely, “I want to go back to the manor.”
Li Qiong Yu ignored her words, ordered meals from outside, and then picked her up.
“Eat first.”
Wei Qing Ge pursed her lips, glanced around, and didn’t speak rashly.
After eating, seeing Li Qiong Yu preparing to attend to his business, she deliberately claimed to feel unwell and wished to rest.
Li Qiong Yu glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to leave.
As soon as he was gone, she immediately wrapped her robe around herself and, enduring the pain, walked to the window and leaped up.
“Miss.”
Two guards holding sabers suddenly appeared, blocking her path.
Wei Qing Ge was startled, almost falling out of the window.
She quickly steadied herself against the window frame, gritted her teeth, and leaped back into the room.
Closing the window, she walked towards the door and listened at the threshold for a while. No one was there.
She poked a small hole but saw no one at the door.
Her heart leaped with joy, and she quickly reached out to open the door, but with a clang, it wouldn’t budge.
Damn it, the door was locked from the outside.
Enraged, Wei Qing Ge kicked the door with her foot, shouting, “Open, open it for me!”
There was no response; the surroundings were quiet.
She stomped her foot in anger, “Ah, Li Qiong Yu, come back here!”
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Wei Qing Ge was truly confined in Jing Yu.
Li Qiong Yu had somehow spoken to her family, as no one came looking for her.
Wei Qing Ge, furious, fought with him daily, but she was no match for Li Qiong Yu and was always subdued. They argued incessantly.
However, Li Qiong Yu seemed insane, having decided to keep her in Jing Yu and refusing to release her no matter who came.
Wei Qing Ge was rough in nature and quick-tempered. She couldn’t think of any way to deal with him, so she channeled her frustration into a miscellaneous book, acting recklessly according to its contents. She would either splash him with spicy water or put scorpions in his food.
In any case, in their constant struggles, she never won.
She wanted to inquire about Shan Yan, but she couldn’t gather any useful information.
Jing Yu was vast and full of interesting places, including her favorite sword practice grounds. She avoided looking at Li Qiong Yu and spent her days practicing her sword skills in seclusion.
Li Qiong Yu indulged her in this.
However, recently, with the approaching wedding of Tai Tai Ye and the escalating war in Southern Xinjiang, he was very busy and rarely returned.
Although they both resided in Jing Yu, they hardly saw each other.
Ye Luan was shocked when she learned that Wei Qing Ge had been confined to Jing Yu. She was in Beigong at the time.
What kind of people were they?
A surge of anger coursed through her, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on the arm.
Snowball, whom she held in her arms, meowed in pain from the force.
She came back to her senses, immediately eased her grip, and strode out.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Xiao Chi Zhan, clad in black robes, strode in.
She was startled and quickly regained her composure, smiling at him.
“Why are you back?”
He had been living in the palace recently and rarely came to Beigong.
Xiao Chi Zhan looked at her, saying nothing.
Ye Luan sensed something was amiss and narrowed her eyes slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her mind. She also remained silent.
In the silent hall, the air was heavy with stillness.
Suddenly, with a loud crash, a violent sound erupted from the ground.
“What is this?”
His suppressed voice sounded extremely terrifying.
Ye Luan’s heart tightened as she looked at the letter box and cage thrown on the ground, her lips pursing.
Xiao Chi Zhan’s deep red eyes fixed on her, tinged with a frightening ferocity.
Ye Luan paused, gently placed Snowball on the ground, patted its rear, and said, “Be good, go play outside.”
Snowball tilted its round head, glancing at her and then at Xiao Chi Zhan. Suddenly, it extended its tiny fangs and bit the hem of Xiao Chi Zhan’s robe.
The latter, enraged, scooped it up and locked it outside the door.
Ye Luan: “---”
She coughed lightly and walked to the table, pouring a cup of tea.
“Come, have some tea to calm your temper.”
Seeing her unhurried demeanor, Xiao Chi Zhan was enraged, his entire aura instantly turning sinister and savage, exceptionally terrifying.
Ye Luan was accustomed to his behavior and showed no fear, slowly sitting down and sipping her tea.
“Aren’t you going to explain?”
He approached from behind, his cold hands pressing on her shoulders. A chilling coldness shot from his pupils, carrying a bone-piercing, somber fire.
Ye Luan turned around, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down.
The two were instantly close, their lips inches apart. With a slight bow of his head, he could kiss her lips.
Xiao Chi Zhan immediately tried to retreat.
Ye Luan didn’t allow it, reaching out to hook his head and saying sweetly, “You’re taking your anger out on me.”