A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Under the watchful eyes of a large group of guards, Wutong carried the bastard back to the side hall and sat on a stool in silence.

That bastard couldn't stay still; he had already jumped out of her embrace and gone to play with the palace maids.

After finishing his official business, Nanxing rushed over in a great hurry and stormed into the room to question her.

Where did you go at noon?

Wutong glanced at him leisurely. "Just looking for a cat."

"You swear you didn't lie?"

"I swear I didn't lie."

Nanxing breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to her, hugged her tightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Do you know how afraid I was of you leaving?"

"Can't we go back to how we were before?"

"what?"

Wutong raised her head, looked into his eyes, and said, word by word, "You give me freedom, and I treat you as a friend. Respecting each other and caring for each other is what a normal relationship is. How is the way you treat me now any different from how I treat my cat? You don't love me; you treat me like a pet."

Nanxing was momentarily stunned, but then she came to her senses and said coldly, "There are more than one couple in this world. Everyone's love is different. Why should I be the same as them? I love you, and no matter what I do, I will always love you."

"But I don't want this kind of love... Trust me this once, I won't run away."

Wutong didn't want to continue the stalemate with him. Time was running out, and she had to leave. Unfortunately, the entire palace was filled with his men, and while she was only average in terms of fighting skills—she could handle two or three, she would be helpless against thousands of soldiers.

If this continues, no one will benefit.

However, Nanxing seemed to be bewitched, staring at her obsessively, weaving a web of gazes that trapped her by his side.

He raised his hand, stroked her soft hair, and smiled, "You are the person I least want to lose in this world, but definitely not the person I trust the most. If you insist on freedom, that's fine too. When my queen bears children for me, I will give you your freedom."

"Are you crazy!" Wutong slapped his hand away forcefully.

Nanxing laughed heartily, and there was a hint of Duan Yanxi in his eyes back then.

"Putting aside whether we are suitable to be husband and wife, having children is already so difficult these days, you are clearly making things difficult for me."

Wutong said indignantly.

Nanxing disagreed.

"That's for ordinary people, it's not difficult for us. Besides, why do you think we're not suitable to be husband and wife? Are you afraid I'll have three wives and four concubines? I won't have a harem of three thousand like a typical emperor. I only love you, and I don't want anyone else but you."

If Wutong were still the naive girl she was when she first transmigrated, she would probably be incredibly moved by such a promise from a dignified emperor.

However, she witnessed firsthand how Nanxing transformed from an introverted child into the autocratic emperor he is today. Instead of being happy because of his words, she felt immense pressure.

couple……

She tried hard to imagine what it would be like if she married him, but her imagination seemed to freeze at that moment, and she couldn't piece together a complete picture.

How could those two possibly become husband and wife?

Wutong shook her head vigorously, both to tell him and to herself—it was impossible.

Nanxing looked down at her, his gaze as intense as ever.

Back when she saved him, he told himself that no matter what he had to go through or how much he had to pay, he had to have her.

Even though the sycamore tree is no longer the same as it used to be, he is no longer the same person he used to be.

He lifted Wutong's chin, and when she tried to pull away, he firmly held it, forcing a kiss onto her lips. Then he released her and patted her shoulder, his tone relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

"Go and eat."

After dinner, Nanxing had something to attend to and left the side hall.

Wutong sat alone at the empty dining table for a long time. Wangbadan meowed and rubbed against her legs. She didn't even look at him, lost in her own world.

As the night passed and dawn broke, it was a brand new day.

As soon as Nanxing got up, he went to the morning court. Recently, there have been many troubles in the Central Plains. Some people don't have enough food, some don't have enough drinking water, and some have been hit by torrential rain that has washed away their shacks.

He never bothered to even glance at these ant-like people who had no other needs than survival. In his eyes, they were like a different kind of creature altogether.

But as an emperor, he had to deal with such matters. Otherwise, if everyone died, his country would cease to exist.

So they distributed grain and water, dredged the waterways, and performed rituals to pray for the rain to stop; whatever was expected, it happened.

By the time he walked out of the Golden Palace, half of the morning had already passed.

He stood on the steps, looking at the red-tinged Haoshan Mountain in the distance, his expression unreadable.

"Your Majesty, would you like to have your meal? Breakfast is ready."

The guard said respectfully.

Nanxing was already hungry, but had no interest in eating. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's go to Wutong's place."

He knew she was still angry with him, and he knew she didn't want to see him.

But he didn't want to leave her for a moment. Even enduring her indifference was better than being alone.

The guards escorted him to a side hall, and from a distance they could see a slender figure standing at the entrance.

Nanxing thought the person looked familiar, and when she got closer, she realized it was indeed Wutong. She quickly ran over and asked, "What are you doing standing here?"

Before she could answer, he began to berate the palace maids and guards.

"Are you all blind? How could you leave her standing here alone in the wind? Didn't you tell her to go inside? You didn't even put on a coat."

The palace maids and guards were forced to kneel on the ground and apologize desperately after being scolded by him.

Nanxing refused to give up and wanted to punish them with a cane.

Wutong reached out to stop him and said softly, "Don't blame them. I wanted to stand here and wait for you to come. You usually arrive much earlier, why are you so late today?"

"I've been a bit busy today..." Nanxing replied, feeling something was off about her. "Why did you insist on waiting for me? Is something wrong?"

Could it be that you're trying to persuade him to let her go to southern Xinjiang again? Don't even think about it!

Seeing his expression turn sour, Wutong knew he had misunderstood and explained with a smile.

"It's just because I wanted to have a meal with you, don't overthink it."

Nanxing looked at her suspiciously.

"You're not lying to me?"

She used to avoid him like the plague, so why would she suddenly want to have dinner with him?

"No."

Nanxing still didn't believe it, so he raised his hand and touched her head. Her temperature was perfectly normal.

This is weird...

Wutong had no intention of explaining, and said that she was hungry, pulling him into the dining room to eat.

The table was laden with dishes, but unfortunately they had gone cold. Wutong had them removed and replaced with fresh ones, showing no impatience whatsoever.

Nanxing stared intently at her, suspecting she had a scheme.

Could it be that this woman is trying to gain my trust and favor through such means, so that she can take the opportunity to escape?

It must be so.