Tyrannical Wang's Beloved Wife

Chapter 488.1: Confession

Jing Wan watched for a moment and then retracted her gaze. The Wu’an Marquis Manor has already fallen to this stage, so it was useless to think more. Just as a certain someone said, they can only slowly make plans, wagering Qi Yuan’s safely, wagering the life and death of countless people, possibly even needing to add on the three hundred thousand soldiers, forming into a gamble. The opening stage was set by Le Cheng Emperor, and although what he arranged was actually a death trap for Fu Yun Ting, getting intervened by Jin Qinwang, unknowingly to Le Cheng Emperor, the stage was already silently changing. Just, no matter what, in war, there will always be death.

“Ah Yuan……….” Jing Wan just now had her line of sight placed on Li Hong Yuan and already clearly sensed something wrong with him, subconsciously recalling his strange condition last time at the estate. Jing Wan immediately leaned over, reaching out to cup his face, forcing him to face her, “Ah Yuan, Ah Yuan……….”

Li Hong Yuan returned to his sense, the negative emotions in his eyes rapidly dispelling. Grasping Jing Wan’s hand, he very naturally kissed her on her lips, “I’m fine.”

In reality, every time at times like this, Li Hong Yuan was all quite dangerous. For the people by his side, no one dared to approach. And it was only Jing Wan that was able to be this ‘unbridled’. However, towards the dangers, Jing Wan perhaps will never know about for her whole life.

Jing Wan pursed her lips, slightly hesitating, “Ah Yuan doesn’t have anything you want to tell me?”

Although it was finally asking, it was still ambiguous.

Li Hong Yuan lightly smiled, “Then what does Wan Wan want to know? If you ask, no matter what you ask, this husband will tell you everything one knows.”

Ask? Ask what? How to ask? To not obediently confess, instead wanting to play this kind of questioning and answering game, really was quite annoying.

“Let’s talk later, this place isn’t the place to talk.” Jing Wan once again chose to be a ‘ostrich’. Probably, in her heart, a secret needed to be exchanged with a secret. Regarding her own matters, it’s not that she can’t let the other party know, just when facing it, she still couldn’t help but cower a little. After all, passing through space and time, ghosts and deities, this kind of thing, wasn’t a small matter. She also wasn’t sure what kind of attitude her husband would have. In the end, her days were too comfortable. She’d already become addicted, becoming greedy.

Li Hong Yuan lightly caressed the side of Jing Wan’s face, “Indeed not the place to talk. However, if Wan Wan wants, anytime will do.”

Jing Wan smiled and leaned against Li Hong Yuan, smelling the unique scent on him, her eyes unconsciously dyed with attachment.

The horse carriage’s curtains were already let down by an attentive person outside, so as to avoid their own master doing something inappropriate in broad daylight. For people like them, it was truly sparing no thought.

When preparing to return to the manor, the inner court attendant by Le Cheng Emperor’s side appeared trembling in fear.

Guard Qian lightly knocked against the horse carriage’s outer frame, “Wangye, his Majesty summons.”

Li Hong Yuan who was currently intimately cuddling with Jing Wan, upon hearing, instantly turned cold, “Return to the manor.”

This meaning couldn’t be more obvious, that was just not meeting.

The inner court attendant watched the horse carriage leave before his eyes, yet simply didn’t dare to stop, hardening his head as he returned to report.

“That bastard!” Le Cheng Emperor nearly fainted in anger. If not for a shred of rationality remaining, Le Cheng Emperor perhaps would’ve already directly went looking, taking out his authority as a father, ruthlessly having the person reprimanded. In reality, never mind putting it into action, if he really were to go looking, afraid it would just be him getting angered even more miserably.

The other titled princes to the side, as well as the other high officials of the court, each and every one all looked down, pretending to not know anything. In any case, the matters between this father and son pair, others all had no way of getting involved in. If one were to get involved, never mind not winning benefits, it was more likely to make Le Cheng Emperor shift his anger. For them, it won’t just be getting lectured a few words by Le Cheng Emperor. Although Le Cheng Emperor might not scold as harshly, but for other things, it won’t just be neither hurting nor tickling like for Jin Qinwang. Perhaps, they’ll end up suffering more losses. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Noᴠelꜰire

Le Cheng Emperor scolded for a full quarter of an hour without catching his breath. He can be said to be quite full of energy. Tsk, his Majesty scolding Jin Qinwang more still had its benefits. Everything else aside, this spirit was just completely different. On normal days, one never sees him this energetic.

Scolding towards the end, his mouth was dry and parched. Le Cheng Emperor flung his sleeve, “Return to the palace.”

*****

After returning to the manor, Jing Wan went to look for something to do. It was obvious, the conversation in the horse carriage previously seemingly got forgotten again.

Li Hong Yuan on the surface appeared as if letting her do as she pleased, but in reality, this probably wasn’t the case, “In any case, there isn’t anything that needs to be done, so how about going to the study.” Li Hong Yuan didn’t allow for an opinion, somewhat unyieldingly having Jing Wan taken into the study. Afterwards, he directly spread out the painting paper, dipping the brush in ink, and just began painting on the paper.

Li Hong Yuan’s movement was very quick. Moreover, at a glance, one just knew that it wasn’t freehand painting, but rather gongbi. In a few strokes, a woman’s outline just appeared. Gradually, Jing Wan just became entranced. Although it was just an outline, but the spirit and form was grasped very accurately. If not her, then who.

Li Hong Yuan although has already studied gongbi for quite some time, it was obvious that Jing Wan has never seen him paint people before.

The entire outline vividly appeared on the paper, and shortly after, he just began applying color. Seemingly without even thinking, Li Hong Yuan just found the colors he needed from the array of pigments. His speed in blending the colors was also very quick. It can be said that he was even quicker than Jing Wan, this ‘original creator’. The colors produced were also quite beautiful, and the outcome made one indescribably pleased.

However, as time elapsed, Jing Wan nevertheless became increasingly silent.

And in about two hours, this painting of Li Hong Yuan’s for the most part was complete.

Lively and full of charm, yet not excessive. Anyone who sees it afraid would all fall for the woman in the painting.

This was her, yet seemingly not her. Jing Wan believed, even if giving her another ten years, she would still be unable to reach this level. After all, for some things, there was still the factor of natural talent.

However, this wasn’t the point. The point was that a certain someone’s ‘natural talent’ was a bit too good. Moreover, rather than saying it was natural talent, it was better to say that it was familiarity, the kind where it was carved into the bones, the brush moving as if possessed, needless to ponder, needless to think, completely just moving to one’s desire. And the things that existed in the heart, that was practically just like it was carved on there. To be able to be carved this deep, don’t know how many cuts there were.

Some things, even if wanting to deceive oneself, in this moment, one seemingly was unable to.

Li Hong Yuan had the brush hung onto the brush rack, and looked towards Jing Wan, his eyes still carrying tender love, “Does Wan Wan have anything you want to ask?”

Jing Wan’s hand tightly clutched the handkerchief, fixedly staring at Li Hong Yuan, her expression hard to describe. Some things, because she’d experienced herself, that’s why it wasn’t hard to guess. After all, if not having experienced before, hearing others say it, one would all feel it was a fantasy story, let alone think about it, “Ah Yuan once met me in the ‘past’, right? And even quite entangled?”

Li Hong Yuan lightly nodded, “Right.”

“When?” Jing Wan had the handkerchief tightly clenched in hand, her fingertips even beginning to turn white.