Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 262 The Mad Couple 26

Ji Xiaosong leaned against the carved window, counting the night watch, her fingertips unconsciously caressing the twin lotus flowers embroidered in silver thread on her cuffs.

Suddenly, the copper bells on the eaves rang softly. Before she could turn around, she was pulled into a sandalwood-scented embrace from behind.

"You, Vice Minister, have forgotten how to use the main gate?"

She tilted her head and chuckled softly, her earlobe brushing against Wu Chufeng's slightly cool lips. Usually, when they teased each other like this, he would bite her earlobe as punishment, but tonight he held her even tighter, the faint scent of blood mixed with the fragrance of agarwood emanating from his black brocade robe wafting into her nostrils.

Wu Chufeng buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath, then suddenly chuckled: "Songsong, do you know that the Ministry of Justice sent over a gold-inlaid knife today?"

His fingertips traced the girl's slender waist, finally stopping at the sash tied with pearls on her waistband. "It's said to be a new tribute from Nanzhao, with a scabbard inlaid with pigeon blood stone and a blade quenched in the cold springs of the snow-capped mountains."

"Perfect for cutting up dirty things."

He held the delicate skin behind her ear in his mouth, and stroked Ji Xiaosong's suddenly tense back, sending shivers down his spine.

A sudden downpour outside the window caused a burst of flame on the bronze candlestick.

Ji Xiaosong stared at the overlapping shadows of the two people on the ground and suddenly felt that there was a ferocious beast shape hidden in that dark mass.

She recalled Wu Wenxuan's maniacal laughter as he was dragged away during the day, the lapis lazuli ring still lingering on her skin, now completely covered by the ambergris scent on Wu Chufeng's clothes.

"you……"

As she turned around, she caught sight of the dark pattern on his lapel; the silver-threaded Bi'an embroidered on it gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

The youngest vice minister in the Ministry of War let her grab his collar, even bending down to reveal half a bandage on his sleeve. It was fresh, still stained with vermilion-like bloodstains.

“Wu Wenxuan spoke recklessly and dared to disrespect you, so I castrated him.”

Wu Chufeng smiled and licked away the raindrops from the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his voice as gentle as if he were reciting a wedding blessing.

"However, there's no need to tell my father this news, so as not to worry him so much at his age."

A clap of thunder cleaved the night sky outside the window, and the scabbard that had slipped from his sleeve rolled into the candlelight, the bloodstone reflecting a blood-red hue that was dazzlingly bright.

Ji Xiaosong's pupils contracted slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around Wu Chufeng's clothes.

Wu Wenxuan's frivolous face and his unrestrained words and actions during the day flashed through her mind.

The initial shock was quickly replaced by composure, and in its place came a cold smile.

"He deserves it."

She spoke softly, without a trace of pity in her tone, as if she were simply stating a fact.

His divine sense quietly unfolded, and his thoughts extended like threads, quickly connecting with the two robots beside Wu Wenxuan.

"Keep a close watch on Wu Wenxuan. Do not allow him to reveal his hidden illness when he is in contact with others, and do not allow anyone to get too close to him. Report any unusual behavior immediately."

Wu Chufeng noticed her momentary daze, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, his voice low and gentle:

"What are you thinking about?"

Ji Xiaosong looked up at him, a sly glint in her eyes:

"I'm wondering, when you made your move, did you leave any evidence?"

Wu Chufeng chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing her cheek:

"Rest assured, I always handle things cleanly. Wu Wenxuan's 'sudden illness' is perfectly reasonable; even the imperial physicians couldn't find anything amiss. As for those who might be gossiping..."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "He's shut up forever."

Ji Xiaosong nodded, a satisfied smile curving her lips:

"That's good. However, Wu Wenxuan is, after all, the second young master of the Wu family. If your father becomes suspicious, it might cause some trouble."

"He will not."

Wu Chufeng said with certainty, "Wu Wenxuan has always been absurd, and my father has long been disappointed in him. Now that he is 'seriously ill,' my father will only think that he has only himself to blame and will not investigate further."

Ji Xiaosong softly hummed in agreement, leaning against him, her fingertips unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

Her consciousness remained connected to the two robots, ensuring that Wu Wenxuan's every move was under control.

She didn't need to let Wu Chufeng know about this. Some secrets don't need to be shared, even with the closest people.

The rain outside the window grew heavier, and as the candlelight flickered, the shadows of the two people overlapped, as if they had become one.

The copper bells on the eaves jingled loudly as the rain lashed against them, and Ji Xiaosong's back clung tightly to the slightly damp brocade robe of Wu Chu Feng.

The mink fur collar of his black cloak tickled her neck, and the skin behind her ears, which had just been licked, still retained a tingling sensation.

"With such heavy rain, Your Excellency should perhaps..."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her fingertips hooking around the jade belt at his waist, able to feel his strong waistline through the thin silk undergarment. "Will you make do for the night in the front hall?"

Wu Chufeng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly grabbed her mischievous hand and pressed it against the window frame.

The twin lotus patterns carved from sandalwood hurt her palms, and his blood-tinged breath brushed against her temples.

"When did Songsong become so stingy? She won't even share half of her couch with me?"

Rainwater seeping through the window cracks soaked half of Ji Xiaosong's sleeve.

She turned her head to avoid his burning gaze and chuckled softly.

"You're joking, sir."

She suddenly spun around and broke free of her restraints, saying, "If a man is hiding in the room of a girl who is not yet married, and this gets out, the Censorate will probably bury you alive in their memorial tomorrow."

Wu Chufeng chuckled softly, releasing his grip on her hands, a hint of helplessness and doting flashing in his eyes.

He took a half step back, letting the rain splash down the window frame and wet his clothes, but he remained standing still.

“Songsong is truly heartless.”

He sighed, feigning grievance, and gently stroked her wrist, which had been pressed against the window frame, with his fingertips. "The sound of the rain is disturbing, and the front hall is cold. Aren't you afraid that I'll catch a cold and the Emperor will notice something amiss when I go to court tomorrow?"

Ji Xiaosong glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. She turned and took a thick fox fur cloak from the cabinet, unfolded it, and tossed it directly into his arms.

The weather in Beijing is very changeable at this time of year; you can experience both summer and winter directly during the day and at night.

"If the Vice Minister has caught a cold, it is his own fault for being weak, what does it have to do with me?"

Wu Chufeng caught the cloak, lowered her head and sniffed it; the fox fur still retained the scent of agarwood that she often used.

His smile deepened, but he feigned a sigh: "Songsong won't even give me a new cloak, it's truly disheartening."

"Stop talking so much."

Ji Xiaosong snorted and walked to the door, calling over a servant. "Take Lord Wu to the front hall to rest, and prepare some hot tea and charcoal. Don't neglect him."

The servant responded respectfully, bowing his head and not daring to look at him any longer.

Wu Chufeng stood still, staring intently at her: "Songsong, aren't you going to see me off personally?"

Ji Xiaosong raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped the door frame with her fingertips:

"If you continue to dawdle, I will have someone throw you out the back door."

Wu Chufeng chuckled softly and finally stepped towards the door.

After seeing Wu Chufeng off, Ji Xiaosong then planned to go find Wu Wenxuan.

Now that Wu Chufeng has so blatantly castrated Wu Wenxuan, Wu Daniu and Wang Cuihua will not let him off easily.

They won't have a good attitude towards themselves either.

She doesn't care about these things, but if things get too tense, there will be a lot of trouble later.

She has never liked trouble.