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

Wutong looked at him silently, and when she noticed that his eyes had turned into the familiar obsession and stubbornness, she knew something was wrong and quickly tried to attract his attention with a topic.

Do you really want me to stay?

Nanxing said affectionately, "Of course."

Wutong pursed her lips and said softly, "It's not that I can't agree to it, but I hope you can do one thing."

"what's up?"

“Shut down Haoshan,” Wutong said. “As long as you do that, I will never leave you again.”

Anyway, there's no possibility between her and Duan Fufeng anymore. If sacrificing herself can change the whole environment, she's willing to live under Nanxing's control.

Unfortunately, the other person didn't seem very interested in her suggestion. He listened attentively until she finished speaking, then looked away, tugged at her collar, and said, "Don't wear such revealing clothes in the future, you'll catch a cold."

Wutong said, "Don't pretend you didn't hear me. I know you heard me."

Nanxing stood up and said, "You must be hungry. I'll have someone prepare a midnight snack. After you eat, get some rest. What would you like to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything. Can you answer my question or not?"

Nanxing walked down the steps, beckoned a palace maid, and instructed her to prepare a midnight snack.

After the palace maid left, he called another palace maid and asked her to go to the side hall where Wutong had stayed last time and fetch a warmer set of clothes.

The latter returned quickly, and Nanxing took the clothes and had Wutong change into them.

Wutong refused to accept it, sitting expressionlessly on the soft couch, and said without moving, "Can you turn off Haoshan or not?"

Nanxing finally reacted, holding the clothes and coldly saying, "Don't mention those two words again."

"Why? Do you know Haoshan is bad too?" Wutong pointed outside the door and said, "Nanxing, don't stay in the palace all day and think the world is at peace. Please drive out and see what you've done to the Central Plains, how many people have died! Do you think the bones on the ground will disappear just because you say don't mention Haoshan?"

"Everyone has their own fate. What do I care about their lives?" Nanxing frowned, his face frighteningly cold. "I told you to shut up, so shut up. If you continue to be so stubborn and ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Wutong raised her eyebrows and looked at him mockingly.

"What, are you going to torture me? Have you forgotten who saved you in the first place?"

She thought she had picked up a dog with a withdrawn personality, but it turned out to be a wolf in disguise, and now it was finally going to turn on her.

Nanxing said, "I don't want to hurt you, but if you keep pushing me, I can't guarantee what I might do, understand?"

A group of palace maids came in carrying food boxes to serve the dishes. Nanxing stopped looking at her and only said something to her with her back turned after all the dishes had been served.

"Have a meal."

Wutong ate her meal numbly, washed up, and went to bed. Nanxing stayed by her side without leaving, even after the lamp was blown out, he still sat by the bed, watching over her without leaving her side for a moment.

When I woke up the next day, the chair next to my bed was empty.

Wutong glanced at the sky and guessed that he should be going to the morning court at this time. He hurriedly put on his clothes and shoes, without even washing his face, and rushed to the side door, intending to take this opportunity to leave.

No sooner had she stepped out of the palace gate than the guards caught up with her and blocked her way with their guns.

“Miss Wutong, the Emperor has ordered that you are not allowed to leave the palace.”

Wutong was escorted back to the palace, where palace maids fetched water to wash her face and do her makeup. She sat in front of the bronze mirror, and her already beautiful face became even more stunning after their skillful touch.

But she had no time to appreciate herself; only one thought occupied her mind—to escape the palace.

When they were having breakfast, Nanxing returned from the morning court session, changed into casual clothes, and ate with her.

Neither of them was in a good mood, and they didn't exchange a single word during the entire meal, but he just wouldn't let her leave.

Wutong deliberately spilled the porridge and dirtied her clothes, thinking that this would surely make him let her go. Unexpectedly, Nanxing directly ordered someone to bring over a screen and told her to change behind the screen.

After finishing his meal, he had his guards move the memorials to the low table in the main hall, where he sat down to review them.

Wutong made an excuse that she was tired and wanted to rest. Nanxing then had a soft couch moved next to the low table, told her to sleep on the couch, and even covered her with a fox fur blanket himself.

Wutong wasn't sleepy at all; she just didn't want to see him. But he was so guarded that she could only curl up in the blanket, close her eyes, and pretend to sleep, secretly rolling her eyes in her mind.

After Nanxing finished reading each memorial, he would glance at her to make sure she was lying quietly in front of him before he could move on to the next one.

Several days passed, and Nanxing followed him like a shadow, making the sycamore tree so dense that it had no chance to escape.

It seems he's become much more wary after what happened last time; we need to think of a solution...

One evening at dinner, Wutong held her chopsticks for a long time without moving, staring blankly at the food on the table.

Nanxing glanced at her and said coldly, "If you don't eat, I'll feed you."

Wutong simply put her chopsticks on the table.

"I'm in a bad mood, I can't eat, and I want to drink some alcohol."

"You can't hold your liquor; drinking too much will harm your health."

"Is it better to hurt my body than to hurt my heart? Or do you want me to become depressed?"

Nanxing lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then had someone bring over a jar of fine Taixi Bai liquor, pouring a cup for each of them.

Wutong tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The spiciness brought tears to his eyes, but he endured it without saying a word. Instead, he called out, "Another cup, please."

The palace maid hesitated and looked at Nanxing. Nanxing raised her chin and said, "Let her drink it."

There's nothing wrong with drinking; when you're drunk, you forget all your troubles, and she's still his sycamore tree.

Wutong drank three cups in a row, her face flushed red, but she remained conscious.

She smashed the cup on the ground, picked up the wine jar, and poured it into her mouth.

Nanxing finally couldn't sit still any longer. He reached out and snatched the wine jar, yelling at her, "Are you crazy?"

"You won't let me drink, is that it? Then you drink it. As long as you finish that jar of wine, I won't touch it."

Since there's no way to escape while he's sober, let's get him drunk and then escape.

Nanxing looked at her drunken face, then at the wine jar in her hand, and drank it down without hesitation.

The maid was stunned and offered worried advice.

Nanxing waved her hand and pushed her away, telling her not to stand there and get in the way.

The maids and guards all withdrew, leaving only the two of them in the hall. Wutong heard the wine gurgling into his mouth, and a trickle that he couldn't swallow spilled from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his sharp jawline, past his constantly bobbing Adam's apple, and finally disappearing into his collar.

The aroma of the Tai Xi Bai wine was very strong, spreading and evaporating in the air, making her feel slightly tipsy. So she pinched her palm hard to stay sober.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nanxing finally finished the jar of wine. He placed the jar on the table, wiped the nectar from his lips with his sleeve, exhaled, and his cheeks flushed slightly, finally looking less cold than usual.

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