Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

A basin of "cold water" was poured on her, cooling off all the emotions that were brewing in her heart.

"Aqi, I'm from Nanyue." Mu Yao glanced at Ji Qi and saw that his eyes were full of doubt. She gradually became uneasy and stopped talking.

"And then?" Ji Qi remained calm and motioned for her to continue.

"So, could you please not take part in the attack on Nanyue?" Mu Yao finally poured out everything she wanted to say.

A sneering look flashed across Ji Qi's eyes, and a sneer rose from the corner of his mouth. In Mu Yao's eyes, it was particularly distorted. She dodged and did not dare to look directly into Ji Qi's eyes.

"You are doing this for your two husbands from Nanyue, right?" Ji Qi mercilessly exposed her lie on the spot.

Mu Yao was stunned, with suspicion in her eyes and her heartbeat gradually quickened.

Ji Qi observed her reaction, and the air pressure around him dropped instantly.

"Your father said so. Today he introduced your five husbands to me one by one. So are you sure you are from Nanyue?"

As for the two Nanyue men that Mu Yao was going to marry, there were reasons for it, and Ji Qi had no choice but to swallow his anger.

It turned out that Dad had done some ideological work on Ji Qi. In this way, Mu Yao's heart was settled, and she took his big hand and said gently: "Ah Qi, husband and wife are one, I can also be a person from Southern Xinjiang."

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"You are quite adaptable!" Ji Qi disdained such a clumsy excuse, but it was undeniable that the phrase "husband and wife are one" pleased him.

Ji Qi understood Mu Yao's concerns, but this could not change his decision at all. Nanjiang has been located in a remote corner of Yunqi since ancient times, with only one side facing the sea, high temperatures all year round, no four seasons, and extremely harsh geographical location and climate. If it were not for the strong physique and bravery of the tribesmen, this tiger's mouth position would have been annexed by Nanyue or Beiming long ago. He wanted half of Nanyue's territory, and no one could stop Nanjiang from expanding and growing.

He looked at Mu Yao seriously, wanting to let her see his heart through this "window".

"All you want is to protect those two people, not Nan Yue. But those two are not the only ones who are your husbands. Xie Ci is from Bei Ming, Xu Qingcheng is from Dayun, and I... me, have you ever thought about us?"

Ji Qi's words deeply touched Mu Yao's heart.

Yes, she doesn’t only have Shen Chutang and Wei Wushang.

Ji Qi originally didn't want to talk much about state affairs with her, but now he had to speak frankly.

"There are many countries in Yunqi. Right now, Beiming, Dayun, Yunlan and Nanyue are the four countries that maintain a balance. Nanyue is the most ambitious of the four countries. It was he who tried to break the balance first, not Beiming. Didn't your father tell you that Nanyue often used force to provoke us on the border with Dayun? Do you know how many people from Dayun died in every battle?"

At this point, Mu Yao's eyes had become empty. Ji Qi suppressed the tenderness in his heart and continued to cruelly indoctrinate: "Nan Yue Huang Shang Yuanchu was neither kind nor virtuous. He did whatever he wanted with his accumulated ancestral property. Now that Nan Yue Regent is dead, he has become even more unscrupulous. Only by destroying him can Yunqi be peaceful. Or do you want us to all endure it and wait for Nan Yue to make a move first and destroy all of us before you can feel at ease?"

Sadness and helplessness sprouted in her heart. Mu Yao slowly let go of Ji Qi's big hand, speechless.

The night wind blew in through the carved lattice, bringing a hint of coolness. It brushed her face, blowing away the silence in her eyes, but it could not blow away the chaos in her heart.

Ji Qi's eyes were calm, firm, sharp, and full of unquestionable majesty. He calmly said the cruelest words to Mu Yao: "If your two Nanyue husbands are willing to move away, then they can live. If they are unwilling, there is no need for you to marry them."

Seeing Mu Yao remained silent, Ji Qi thought she had not yet come to her senses. With a fierce look in his eyes, he said sternly, "If you dare to choose them, I will kill all five of them."

Tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably, and the dusty pearls fell on her clothes. Every word she heard was heartbreaking. Mu Yao held back the tears in her eyes, sniffed her beautiful nose, and her face was full of tears, broken, and pitiful.

"Aqi, please hug me." Mu Yao stretched out her arms to Ji Qi with a hoarse voice.

Slender, white, and as if it would break if bent.

Ji Qi's expression froze instantly. He leaned forward, slowly put his arms around her waist and accepted her hug.

Not until the smoke from the kitchen gradually dissipated and the Big Dipper was slanting, did Ji Qi pick up the tearful girl who was sleeping and walk towards the bedroom.

The person in his arms was sleeping soundly. Ji Qi carefully placed her on the couch and wrung out a hot towel to gently wipe away her remaining tears.

That night, he sat upright beside the bed and thought all night. Safeguarding the country and establishing a career was what he had dreamed of all his life, and Mu Yao was also what he had been seeking all his life. He wanted both.

There is golden glow in the sky, and the wind and dew are light in the early morning.

Mu Yao opened her hazy eyes and saw Ji Qi sitting beside the bed with his eyes closed.

She touched the unfamiliar bed board beneath her with her hands, her face shy.

Seeing that the snow-white satin beside her legs was pressed down, she sighed, stretched out a small hand from under the quilt, and gently tugged at Ji Qi's sleeves.

"Awake?" Ji Qi glanced at her, stood up and walked into the back room.

Mu Yao saw that his steps were a little unsteady, and she felt guilty. She quickly tidied her clothes, brushed her hair twice, and saw that one of her ponytails was a little loose. She looked around the room, but did not see a dressing table, which surprised her very much. Could it be that Ji Qi never looked in the mirror, so he was so straight?

Then she saw him approaching her with a wet towel in his hand. Was he going to help her wash her face?

He quickly took the handkerchief and wiped it carefully.

Seeing her being so reserved, Ji Qi was displeased and sneered, "I was the one who helped you put on the clown face last night."

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Thank you, dear Emperor!

"Is there a mirror in your room?" Mu Yao wiped her face and turned around to ask.

"No." Usually there were people helping him to wash and groom himself. With so many eyes watching over him, what was the use of a mirror?

"I want a mirror." Mu Yao said firmly. The room was filled with a strong smell of steel, and a thousand crows flew through her heart.

Ji Qi stared at her for a long while, and seemed to understand her thoughts. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes and he said, "I'll help you comb your hair."

"You help me comb my hair? You can braid my hair?" Mu Yao was shocked. Her hair was a ponytail. It was a double braid with layers along the top of the hair, which was very difficult to manage.

"I can."

Seeing Ji Qi's confident tone, Mu Yao felt relieved. She sat at the table obediently and enjoyed the unique imperial service. What Dad said was true. No matter how powerful a man is, he still has to revolve around his wife in the end.

An incense stick of time passed, and Mu Yao slightly adjusted her sitting position. Another half an incense stick of time passed, and seeing Ji Qi still groping her head, she couldn't help but ask, "Ah Qi, are you done?"

"That's all." Ji Qi said vaguely. A raging fire had already ignited in his eyes, and he suppressed his anger and fought tenaciously with the three thousand black hairs. Finally, when the last bit of patience was about to be worn out, he completed this "first creation".

"Give me a mirror so I can take a look." Mu Yao was not very confident in his craftsmanship. It took him three incense sticks of time. Even bleaching and dyeing don't take that long.

Soon, several palace servants brought a huge bronze mirror made of pure gold. The thick golden frame almost blinded Mu Yao's eyes. A piece of horseshoe gold weighs about 258 grams. If converted by this, how many pieces of horseshoe gold would it weigh? She seemed to be unable to estimate it.

"Take a look." Ji Qi urged.

The person in the mirror was still her, her blazing purple dress was impeccable, the only thing that had changed was her mischievous ponytail.

There are no double braids, but there are N thin braids, which are intricately intertwined and entangled by an unknown technique, compiled into two new "ponytails". The top of the hair is full of fluffy feeling, which looks chaotic and orderly, with a unique hazy beauty.

Overall, it has a unique style.

This look is too picky, but fortunately her face is big enough to support this work.

"How is it?" Ji Qi asked, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

"It looks very nice. I like it very much." Mu Yao said while pursing her lips and lowering her eyes.

"You didn't laugh." Ji Qi's face darkened. He had worked so hard to comb her hair for such a long time, but he didn't get the response he wanted.

Mu Yaofu's face suddenly turned red to her ears, and she raised a brilliant smile and said, "Aqi, I'm hungry."

There is always a first time to do anything. No matter what the result is, the intention is worth affirming.