After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Shi Wanyue put her on the bed and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Then Shi Wanyue turned around to turn off the lights. Wen Zhimiao rolled over on the bed holding the quilt, and for the first time he experienced what it felt like to have such a sweet heart.

Shi Wanyue turned off the light and returned to the bed. Wen Zhimiao rolled back and rolled into Shi Wanyue's arms.

But when I thought about how I really looked like a tough girl acting like a spoiled child, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She turned around and took the initiative to hug Shi Wanyue: "Sister."

Wen Zhimiao called Shi Wanyue softly from behind. Shi Wanyue placed her hand on hers and responded gently, "Hmm?"

"It feels like a dream." The person she likes also likes her, and this kind of thing can really make people extremely excited.

Shi Wanyue chuckled: "Fool."

Wen Zhimiao groaned: "I'm not stupid, if it weren't for..."

She thought about it and finally didn't say it out loud, feeling a little embarrassed.

"If Miaomiao hadn't deliberately told me that Lingling said she liked you, I might not have thought about all this, right?" How could Shi Wanyue not know what someone wanted to say.

Wen Zhimiao rubbed her shoulder and did not refute.

Shi Wanyue chuckled softly, turned around, and pressed her lips against Wen Zhimiao's.

The little prince who prided himself on his tallness was pressed under her. She was not as anxious to leave as Wen Zhimiao, and she pressed Wen Zhimiao's arms with both hands.

Wen Zhimiao's useless heart began to beat violently.

Shi Wanyue's fingertips landed on her neck, and then slid down her arm: "There is one thing I don't understand, I wonder if Miaomiao can explain it to me?"

Wen Zhimiao's throat was dry, and she reluctantly said, "What do you want to ask, sister?"

"Where did these scratches and kiss marks on Miaomiao's body come from? Does acting have to go this far?" Shi Wanyue pressed her fingertips on the kiss marks that had not yet disappeared on her arm.

Feelings are something that is brought to light after the fact.

Wen Zhimiao coughed awkwardly: "I..."

"Of course I have to act to this extent. Otherwise, how can they believe that I am uneducated? If they don't believe me, how can those people in the court believe me? Now that they don't believe me, I can't eliminate those people while my mother is still in power. When I ascend the throne, I will have to compete with these people in wits and courage. It's really annoying." Wen Zhimiao muttered.

"Don't change the subject. Where did it come from?" Shi Wanyue saw through her thoughts.

Wen Zhimiao chuckled: "Sister, do you care so much?"

Shi Wanyue tickled her armpit: "Why doesn't Miaomiao want me to care?"

Wen Zhimiao reached out and hugged her: "Of course I did it myself, I'm very good."

When Shi Wanyue heard her words, she felt a little unconvinced: "How could I get these?"

Wen Zhimiao paused and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you."

She sat up, turned her head and tried to reach her shoulder with her lips, and she actually left a kiss mark there.

"As for those on the neck, just pinch them and it will be fine. It's not difficult to make subcutaneous bleeding." Wen Zhimiao explained embarrassedly.

Shi Wanyue reacted and was a little amused: "You are the only one who has so many clever ideas."

Wen Zhimiao chuckled: "Of course."

"Sister, you don't believe me. You should be punished." Wen Zhimiao snorted.

Shi Wanyue smiled and asked her, "How do you want to punish Miaomiao?"

When she really asked this, Wen Zhimiao really couldn't think of what the punishment should be.

"I don't know, let's keep it." Wen Zhimiao said and lay down again.

Shi Wanyue also lay down beside her: "Miaomiao, have you ever thought that you don't need to completely deceive those people with ill intentions, because a large number of them are fence-sitters. If you really succeed in ascending the throne, they won't dare to do anything."

"I know." Wen Zhimiao closed his eyes: "So I need my sister to help me distinguish between those who are fence-sitters and those who are truly ambitious."

"At least the arrogance of the Wen and Su families must be suppressed, otherwise there will be countless Su Jinchengs and Wen Kes."

"Sister, what I want is not internal strife in my own family. Before we can fight against foreign enemies, we must first stabilize the situation at home, right?" After saying this, Wen Zhimiao hugged Shi Wanyue in his arms again.

Shi Wanyue thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense."

"What's more, there is one more thing." Wen Zhimiao yawned and seemed a little sleepy.

"I am not just trying to suppress the Wen and Su families, but also the conservatives behind them who refuse all reforms. Mother has done a lot, and the road has been paved. In other words, it is not my decision to do this. I would have to do it even if I were not a mother."

Shi Wanyue suddenly realized that she had fallen into a misunderstanding. She always thought that everything Wen Zhimiao did was to gain the support of court officials, because His Majesty would support Miaomiao no matter what.

But he almost forgot that Wen Zhimiao and the emperor were of the same mind no matter what.

Everything she did was not only for herself, but also instructed by the emperor.

If Wen Zhimiao didn't do everything that she did today, His Majesty would have sent someone else to do it.

Su Qingluo and Yun Zhou spent many years weakening the conflict between the North and the South, and the two sides were no longer as tense as before.

But new problems always arise. For example, after the opening of trade, the power of local gentry and merchants will become stronger.

By uniting with those old families that were still alive and kicking, a new and complex force was formed, making it impossible for Yun Zhou to carry out the land reform that he had always wanted to implement.

Wen Zhimiao went south this time to pacify the south and to create opportunities for Shi Guanchao and others.

Shi Wanyue hugged Wen Zhimiao: "Miaomiao seems to think a little more than me, and her vision is always broader."

Wen Zhimiao was really sleepy. She reached out and covered Shi Wanyue's mouth with her hand: "It's completely different. Mother and Zhou Zhou know what they are thinking, and they don't hide it from me. Besides, I understand them, but you don't understand Mother and Zhou Zhou."

Shi Wanyue didn't say anything else. She just held Wen Zhimiao in her arms, waiting for her to fall asleep first.

The room next door that originally belonged to Wen Zhimiao was brightly lit all night long.

Wen Zhimiao fell asleep particularly quickly when he smelled Shi Wanyue's breath.

Shi Wanyue also gradually fell asleep.

However, Bian Ruitong and Duan Jiling, who were sitting next to them, did not sleep all night.

Bian Ruitong's mind was filled with what she had seen and heard during the past two days with Wen Zhimiao. When she was in Yunjing, she had only heard a few words from Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue about the absurdity of this world.

But she had never seen it with her own eyes, but in the past two days, she saw it so clearly.

Duan Jiling was sitting next to her, and her feelings became even more complicated.

Black marks appeared on her face and arms, and something seemed to be wriggling under the blood vessels.

The pain made her originally delicate little face look a little distorted.

Gray eyes were bloodshot.

She resisted taking the medicine, and many things vaguely flashed through her mind, including the scene in the Colosseum today and the people who were crying out in pain in the Gu pool.

When the poison took effect on my mother, she looked like neither human nor ghost.

She should hate her father, her mother, and the Presbyterian Church.

Finally, Wen Zhimiao's sunny and warm smile flashed through his mind, and Duan Jiling held on to the edge of the table tightly.

She really liked Wen Zhimiao, and perhaps it wasn't just because of her that she liked her, but because of the sunny aura that she exuded.