The Lover’s Prattle - Chapter 36.2 - General Slag [7.2]
Qingruo kicked him again, breaking free of his arms and moving the quilt that covered her body. She walked to the table to where the water was. He Weiwen, lips pursed, stood up from behind her and pulled her arm. Ignoring him, Qingruo poured a cup of water to drink with a fruit platter in her arm. Shooting a wayward smile at He Weiwen, she took an orange and tossed it at him,
He Weiwen didn’t dodge the oncoming projectile, so the orange ended up hitting his forehead. She laughed with no regard for his well-being. Her feet were bare, and her toes wiggled with excitement.
He Weiwen stepped forward and pulled the tablecloth with one hand. With an accompanying crackling sound, everything on the table fell to the ground, the pastries and fruits piling on top of the broken shards of plates. He snatched the cup in her hand and threw it away. In an instant, Qingruo found her body being pressed on the table.
His gaze was dark, and he looked intently at her delicate, moist lips. His voice was low, as he said, “Do you admit your wrongs?”
Qingruo snorted softly, while looking at him with no fear. Her eyes flickered, “Why’d you suddenly press down on me? Are you crazy …”
Bang! Her body was thrown onto the bed in one swift motion.
Because the bed was meant for newlyweds, it was big and soft. When Qingruo landed on it, she felt some pressure, but it didn’t hurt in the slightest.
He Weiwen’s gentle guise seemed to have faded away in that moment. His handsome features no longer held any traces of the gentleman from before. With evil eyes, the domineering and fierce man clamped her under his body. “You dare mess with Lao Zi1?”
Qingruo didn’t even get to answer before her body was lifted and wrapped around his waist. His moves were fierce and quick. He Weiwen’s other hand slapped her bottom twice, “What are you messing with Lao Zi for?”
What an unreasonable and barbarous man, one not even capable of talking civilly.
Two people lay on the bed. Her legs were pressed down by him, rendering her unable to move. He Weiwen’s two slaps didn’t have much force behind them, but her body reacted much quicker than her mind.
Her eyes were almost immediately red as she reached out to hit him. Her words were hoarse, “Hell! He Weiwen! What’d you hit me for?!”
He Weiwen’s eyes reddened rapidly, and he bowed down to kiss her. It couldn’t even be called a kiss; it was fierce and dominating, as if he wanted to eat her.
Qingruo was out of breath after his actions. He Weiwen supported her upper body and clasped her chin with his hand. His gaze screamed, “You cross Lao Zi again, and Lao Zi will kill you.”
This was not a threat, but a promise.
He Weiwen straightened up and released his grip on her. While walking towards the door, he pulled at his disorganized clothes. He needed a moment to calm down. Just after he opened the door, Qingruo, who was still breathing heavily, picked up an apple and threw it at He Weiwen. The servants that stood outside holding trays greeted him.
He Weiwen hesitated for a second to decide whether or not to dodge. Unfortunately, the apple had already hit him by the time he decided. She threw it hard, and it hurt.
He Weiwen turned around. His tall figure was faced against the light, and his eyes were bloodthirsty.
Qingruo adjusted her waist and raised her head, unwilling to admit defeat, “He Weiwen, you ugly tortoise-looking thief!”
Pft. He Weiwen couldn’t help but laugh. Lowering his head, he covered his quivering lips with a hand, “Go wash your face; don’t you think the eye boogers on your face are affecting your vision?”
“… I rubbed …”
Each tray held a beautifully crafted yellow robe. The maidservants waited on Qingruo in the room carefully and in fear.
Qingruo seemed to sense something. The clothes were all exactly her size, and from the large designs to the smallest details, every aspect was to her liking. After changing, Qingruo sat in front of the dressing mirror as a servant did her hair.
Qingruo turned to look at the entrance, and He Weiwen stood there, upright. With one hand behind his frame, he looked like a towering tree, almost reaching the heavens.
“He Weiwen!” Qingruo shouted at him.
He Weiwen faced her, not speaking. He looked at her intently and earnestly, waiting for her to finish her words.
Qingruo pulled at the yellow dress, “Why do I have to wear yellow?”
He Weiwen’s eyes were gentle. Seeing that the maidservant had almost finished pleating her hair, he took the crown from a tray that was held by a servant behind him. The gold headdress was delicate and refined, with lifelike dragons detailing throughout the piece. Red rubies were inlaid in the eyelets.
He Weiwen walked to Qingruo, step by step, until he was directly behind her. Lowering to carefully place the crown in her hair, he said softly, “How about I let you be above everyone; do you want that?”
Qingruo looked in the mirror with happiness and a little pride hidden in her gaze. She turned around and looked up as she asked, “Then would I be below anyone?”
He Weiwen laughed, unable to help himself. He tilted his head to think seriously for a moment and then told her resolutely, “No.”
He took her hand and knelt in front of her, “Your majesty will have your ascension ceremony in three days. Long live my Empress2!”
As soon as he knelt, the palace men and the guards outside fell on their knees. He Weiwen’s clear and resonant voice sounded, “Congratulations, Your Majesty. Long live my Empress!”
Qingruo sat on a chair, the only one taller than everyone else. Her expression froze, and she gripped He Weiwen’s hand tightly.
He Weiwen gently rubbed her palms to reassure her. Raising his head to gently guide her as a teacher would to a student, he said gently, “Tell them to rise.”
Her body was stretched taut as she frowned at He Weiwen, “He Weiwen! I …”
“Shh.” He Weiwen, smiling, interrupted her. His tone was mild, “Don’t be afraid; listen to me. Tell them to rise.”
Qingruo braced herself. Taking two deep breaths, she said, “Rise.”
He Weiwen chuckled and took the lead in thanking her for the command.
With these two words, she then became the supreme Empress.
He Weiwen took her hand and helped her stand, “Your Majesty, the imperial palace has already been prepared for you. Would you like to move in now?”
Qingruo clenched his hand tightly and looked at him steadily. The confusion and anxiety faded away and was replaced by her usual bright gaze.
She smiled suddenly, as stupidly and arrogantly as ever, “He Weiwen, Zhen is hungry. Zhen orders you to prepare breakfast.”
Hm, she learned really fast.
He Weiwen grinned, let go of her hand, and then bent over to receive her command, “This servant obeys.”
In this entire world,
I kneel only for her; I’d die only for her.
Long live my Empress.
—— [Black Box]
1 Lao Zi is a pompous way of referring to yourself in third person.
2吾皇万岁万岁万万岁. This is the phrase used by commoners and officials to greet the emperor.
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