The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Shen Kuo's body was suddenly pulled by Wei Jiuzhao with great force, and he was caught off guard and faced Wei Jiuzhao's deep and dark eyes in an instant.

The robe, no longer restraining him, slid off due to inertia, and the soft fabric fell in all directions, revealing his elegant collarbone and his chest that was slightly rising and falling with his emotions.

Shen Kuo lowered his head in astonishment and quickly reached out to grab his slipping collar, but Wei Jiuzhao grabbed his wrist and easily restrained him.

"Wei Jiuzhao is still in the Shen Mansion, what are you going to do!" Shen Kuo lowered his voice, angry and ashamed, trying to force the other party away with his eyes.

Wei Jiuzhao curled the corners of his lips, picked up the belt scattered on the ground gracefully, and tied Shen Kuo's hands behind his head effortlessly. His movements were quick and decisive, leaving him almost no room to react.

"Wei Jiuzhao! Are you crazy?" Shen Kuo struggled hard, but Wei Jiuzhao's strength was so great that it was despairing. His wrists were bound tightly together by the belt, leaving him no room to break free.

Wei Jiuzhao slowly approached him with a dangerous, playful smile. He pressed Shen Kuo against the wall with one hand, and his other hand slowly slid down the side of his neck, his fingertips gently caressing the exposed collarbone. His movements were ambiguous and wanton.

Shen Kuo's face turned red with anger and embarrassment, and his body trembled slightly as he struggled hard, but he was always firmly suppressed by Wei Jiuzhao and was completely unable to escape.

"Wei Jiuzhao! Let me go!" Shen Kuo roared, with a hint of suppressed panic in his voice, his eyes fixed on Wei Jiuzhao.

"Let you go?" Wei Jiuzhao's hoarse voice was full of mockery. His fingers slowly moved down and touched Shen Kuo's skin, which was slightly warm due to his struggle. His movements were unscrupulous. "Kuo'er, I'm not kidding."

The breath was so close, and it sprinkled warmly on Shen Kuo's ear, causing Shen Kuo to tremble violently.

Wei Jiuzhao's eyes suddenly became gloomy and full of possessiveness, like a beast eyeing its prey, not hiding its aggression at all.

"Wei Jiuzhao, what exactly do you want to do?" Shen Kuo clenched his teeth, his voice almost squeezed out of his throat, his anger mixed with a suppressed tremor.

"What do you want to do?" Wei Jiuzhao lowered his head and leaned close to Shen Kuo's ear. His voice was like a feather, gently brushing against his nerves. "I want you to know how much I, Wei Jiuzhao, care about you."

Shen Kuo widened his eyes, and even his struggling movements froze. He had never seen Wei Jiuzhao like this.

However, Wei Jiuzhao did not give him any chance to breathe. His fingers continued to move downwards, and his movements were slow and torturous, as if he was deliberately testing Shen Kuo's limits.

"Wei Jiuzhao! Stop!" Shen Kuo could no longer remain calm and could not help but shout out loud, his voice revealing panic, shame and anger that were difficult to conceal.

Wei Jiuzhao's smile deepened, but his eyes gradually darkened, as if some unfathomable emotion was brewing.

"Stop?" He whispered, his voice dangerously hoarse. "Ku'er, do you think you have the right to refuse?"

Wei Jiuzhao couldn't let go of Shen Kuo's body every time.

"Wei Jiuzhao!" Shen Kuo's voice had softened.

"you can not do that!"

"I...I'm not..."

"let me go……"

Shen Kuo's begging for mercy made Wei Jiuzhao even more excited.

"Shen Kuo."

"This is my punishment for you."

"Punishment for not trusting me."

……

The most unbearable thing in the world is the look of distrust from your lover.

It is like an icy blade, cutting through the burning emotions and piercing the heart, causing pain and unforgettable.

Tongjia Prefecture.

This mansion is a symbol of power, with red doors, high walls, flying eaves and brackets. Every carving and decoration reveals the owner's prominent status.

But today, this magnificent mansion was shrouded in white banners and white lanterns, and a depressing and murderous atmosphere filled the entire courtyard.

The white flags fluttered in the cold wind, like the whispers of ghosts, and the whole mansion was shrouded in a desolate and dead atmosphere.

In the main hall, Tong Jiasuo sat upright on the armchair.

He was wearing plain clothes, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were uncertain, and his gaze fell on the coffin placed not far away. The coffin lid was tightly closed and covered with white silk.

The servants in the mansion knelt aside, not daring to make a sound.

Then he suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Trouble."

There was no pain, no sorrow, only impatience. His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, his eyes were cold, and it was obvious that he did not take Tong Jiaruyuan's death to heart.

Madam Tong Jia sat beside him, silent and quiet, like a cold statue.

Her white hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few scattered silver strands hanging in front of her forehead.

The years have left subtle wrinkles on her face, but those marks have not damaged her beauty. Instead, they have added a soft yet unignorable charm to her.

Her skin is still fair, her facial features are regular, and her eyes and eyebrows reveal a kind of calmness and elegance, as if she can accept any storm calmly.

However, her eyes were disturbingly empty, like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples. It seemed as if she had seen through everything in the world, but had also lost interest in everything.

Staring at the white silk on the coffin, there was neither grief nor resentment in his eyes, only deep numbness and fatigue.

Perhaps, she envied the dead Tong Jia Ruyuan. In this Tong Jia mansion, there was no difference between being alive and being dead.

I do not know how long it has been.

As Shen Kuo followed the servants of Tongjia Mansion into the mansion, he felt a chill coming towards him.

The shadow of the white flag cast a shadow on his face, adding a sense of solemnity. He should have remained calm, but as soon as he stepped over the threshold, a dull pain somewhere in his body made him pause.

Shen Kuo's face flushed slightly, and he lowered his head to hide his momentary strangeness, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart - Wei Jiuzhao is simply a lunatic!

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, took a step forward, and followed the servant to the main hall.

The crying sounds coming from not far away became more heart-wrenching, carrying a grief that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, shrouding the entire Tongjia Prefecture in a suffocating sorrow.

Shen Kuo followed the servant to the main hall. Wherever he looked, he saw the solemnity and oppression of a funeral.

In the main hall, a red lacquered coffin is placed in the center. The coffin surface is as smooth as a mirror, and the surrounding area is decorated with white silk, which is solemn and elegant.

There was a huge brazier in front of the coffin, and burning paper money was flying in the cold air, sparks flying everywhere, occasionally falling to the ground and extinguishing in an instant, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke lingering in the air.

Tall white candles were neatly arranged on both sides, their flames swaying gently in the breeze, making everything around them flicker.

The main hall was already full of people, and familiar faces flashed before Shen Kuo's eyes one by one. Crown Princess Tong Jia Ruyan was supporting Madam Tong Jia and sitting beside her, comforting her in a low voice.

"Shen Kuo, you're here."

Tong Jiasuo's voice suddenly brought Shen Kuo back to that painful memory.