The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

"Don't abandon me." Wen Huai hugged her tightly, the hot breath sprayed on her ears, "Aunt, do you know?"

"After I turned eight, my birthday wish was for my aunt to hug me again."

When Chu Bainiao heard this, all her resistance stopped for a moment. She turned around and saw the boy's bloodshot eyes, half of which were filled with joy and half with pain.

Full of confusion and puzzlement.

She sighed, pried open her brother's hand, turned around and hugged him.

"I'm sorry," she said with some remorse, "Xiao Huai, I felt that you had grown up and needed to keep a distance."

With sobs ringing in his ears and a wet feeling on his shoulders, Wen Huai cried, "But Wei Shubai was still able to hug you when he was eight years old. Why? Why did he keep his distance from me?"

Chu Bainiu choked. She couldn't say that she really raised Wei Shubai as her son, and senior brother?

no way.

She could only hug her brother and comfort him quietly.

Wen Huai was tired of crying, so he leaned against her side and held on tightly, "Aunt, can you please stop rejecting Xiao Huai? Xiao Huai just saw that the window couldn't be opened, and thought that Aunt regretted and didn't want me anymore."

Chu Bai Niao was also tired. She could only kiss her senior brother on the forehead and coax him, "No, I won't abandon Xiao Huai."

"Then will my aunt marry me?" Wen Huai asked expectantly.

Chu Bainiao nodded hesitantly.

At the hour of Yin, Wen Huai put on his clothes and left through the window.

The old emperor's health was getting worse and worse. Several assassinations occurred in the capital. The curfew became more severe, and Wen Huai could no longer go out in the middle of the night.

Wei Shubai looked serious, he was hesitating whether to postpone the wedding date.

Chu Bai Niao looked at the snow falling in the courtyard and said while holding the hot water bottle, "There's no need to postpone it. We have to get married sooner or later, right?"

Since his mother said so, Wei Shubai naturally gave up the idea of ​​postponing it. He just thought about sending more people to keep an eye on the wedding day just in case.

Chu Bainiao exhaled, and the breath turned into white mist and quickly dissipated.

The old emperor can only live for a dozen days at most. Why would he delay the throne? He would have died before the New Year and ascended the throne after the New Year. By the time Wei Shubai gets married, the situation would have been settled.

She walked into the house. Although Wen Huai could not come in person, he sent her a lot of sour words every day.

What's more, when he occasionally had a day off, he would run to the general's mansion pretending to look for Wei Shubai.

She held it in too tightly and even broke the skin on her lips.

But he still insisted, staring at her with his eyes wide open, "Let Xiao Huai take a look, auntie, let Xiao Huai help you take a look at the wound?"

As we talk, we are about to get started.

It looks like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.

Chu Bainiao thought about it, and although her face looked calm, the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

The situation in the capital was tense, and by now every household had already lined up.

Win and rise to prominence.

If you lose, your entire family will be executed.

Because her senior brother wanted it so badly, Chu Bainiao also started embroidering a purse.

Wei Shubai walked in with a solemn expression, "Mother, Wen Huai Xiumu was assassinated today."

Chu Bainiao stood up quickly, but she felt something was wrong. She had just looked at her senior brother's face the day before and there was no bloody disaster.

She calmed down a little and sat back down, "Go to the Duke's Mansion to check on Xiao Huai's condition."

Wei Shubai asked blankly, "Mom, aren't you going?"

Chu Bainiao shook her head, making it clear that there was nothing for her to do there. She felt awkward seeing that family.

A guilty conscience.

As Wei Shubai rode away, he was still thinking, it's all over, Wen Huai is finished, there's no chance at all. Thinking back to when he was at the hunting ground, his mother rode away on her horse without saying a word, and now that she was being assassinated, she actually sat back and embroidered calmly...

What was it that was embroidered? A purse?

Oh my god, Wei Shubai sat up straight on the horse.

Who is his mother embroidering a purse for?

Do you have someone you like? Who is it?

It couldn't be that I embroidered it for him, right? I never embroidered anything for him since he was a child.

When they arrived at the Duke's Mansion, Wen Huai's room was filled with a strong smell of medicine. Wei Shubai sat beside him and dismissed the servants.

"Really hurt?"

Wen Huai shook his head expressionlessly and looked towards the door again. Wei Shubai pouted, "Don't look, my mother is not here."

Wen Huai was stunned for a moment, seeming a little uncertain, "My aunt didn't come? Does she know that I was assassinated?"

Why don't you come and see him?

Doesn’t aunt miss him?

Wei Shubai poured himself a cup of tea and said, "I know. My mother asked me to come and see you."

Seeing Wen Huai staring at him expressionlessly, Wei Shubai felt a little embarrassed, but what could he do? "Don't look at me like that. What can I do if my mother doesn't come over? Wen Huai, I'm not saying anything."

He whispered, "My mother is not interested in you, so you should give up your thoughts as soon as possible."

Wen Huai sat up from the bed, stared at him, and asked, "How do you know that my aunt is not interested in me?"

That was of course because his mother was embroidering purses for other men.

Wei Shubai hesitated for a while but still didn't say it out loud, fearing that his brother would be even more sad if he said it out loud. He said vaguely, "It's just boring anyway, so you should give up on it as soon as possible."

Wen Huai lay down expressionlessly and turned over silently.

He just felt a pain in his chest.

Why didn’t his aunt come to see him after he was assassinated?

Doesn't my aunt like him anymore?

Why did Wei Shubai ask him to give up?

What did my aunt say to Wei Shubai in the mansion?

Wen Huai gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead.

I clearly said before that I would not abandon him and would marry him.

fraud.

Wei Shubai looked at Wen Huai who had his back to him and said speechlessly, "Are you childish? I came to you today to discuss serious matters."

Wen Huai said in a dull voice, "Just what you say."

Both the Duke's Mansion and the General's Mansion placed their bets on the Second Prince, with the General's Mansion in the open and the Duke's Mansion in secret.

Wen Huai's assassination today was actually directed and acted by himself. He reduced his presence in Shangjing, lurking in the dark and waiting for the critical moment to give the opponent a fatal blow.

The winter rain was wet and cold, and large numbers of troops were galloping on horseback in Shangjing City.

Chu Bainiao sat in the mansion drinking tea, looking at the raindrops dripping from the eaves with an expressionless face.

In the evening, Wei Shubai walked in wearing blood-stained armor and grinned, "Mom, it's done."

Chu Bainiao nodded slightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

She looked at her adopted son, who looked tired but could not hide his excitement, and after a moment's hesitation she asked, "Where's Xiao Huai?"

"Wen Huai?" Wei Shubai asked, "Wen Huai has returned home."

Chu Bainiao clasped her fingers tighter in her sleeves, "Is there anything wrong with him recently?"

"Something wrong?" Wei Shubai scratched his head. "No, he's the same as usual."

Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of her, Chu Bainiao returned to his room and fell into deep thought as he looked at the letter sent by his senior brother half a month ago.

[System, why didn't Senior Brother send me any more letters? ]

[The Second Prince also succeeded today, isn't the matter over? ]

System (pointing at itself): Are you asking me?

System: [Maybe he is busy? ]

Chu Bainiao put the letter back into the box with some depression.

The system cautiously shrank into a small dot of light.

At this time, the Duke's Mansion, which should have been in a festive mood, fell into a depressed atmosphere.

Duke Wen raised his whip and lashed at Wen Huai fiercely, "Rebellious son! What did you say? Say it again?"

Wen Huai was whipped again. After several whips, his back was already covered in flesh and blood. His face was pale, but his eyes were dark and determined.

He spoke word by word: "My son has obtained the imperial decree granting marriage."

"My son wants to marry Madam Wei!"