He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 72 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

What's that saying again? It's more gratifying to see your opponent fail than to succeed yourself.

Wei Jiqing opened the remaining letters; Prefect Wu had even prepared evidence.

He even found the people to submit the evidence; all he had to do was watch the show.

A hint of bewilderment crossed her cool, aloof face.

What if his subordinates are highly efficient, making him seem useless?

After a moment of contemplation, Wei Jiqing wrote a letter, a lengthy three thousand words, all praising Prefect Wu.

When Prefect Wu received the letter, he was stunned. It was just a matter of hiring someone; was the Crown Prince really making such a fuss?

However, he didn't think too much about it and simply regarded Bai as a close friend of the Crown Prince, so he treated him with even more care.

On the first day of the eighth lunar month, at the welcoming banquet, Wen Yan was choosing a dress to wear that evening when she heard light footsteps. She looked up and saw Wei Jiqing carrying a box of pastries.

Wen Yan put down the dress in her hand, stepped forward, and sweetly called out, "Husband."

"Let me guess what it tastes like today?"

Wei Jiqing stopped unpacking the pastries, looked down at her pretty face, and waited for her next words.

"Barley and red bean or jujube paste with walnuts," Wen Yan blurted out, as she only liked those two flavors.

You can only choose one.

She hesitated for a moment: "Barley and red beans?"

Her dark eyes were moist, and she looked at him expectantly with her lips pursed.

Wei Jiqing's eyes darkened slightly, and his thin lips curled up: "You guessed wrong."

"what?"

Before she could even be surprised, the man grabbed her waist and bit her neck with his cool lips.

"This is punishment." The cold voice was like branches tapping on bamboo joints.

Wen Yan blinked. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy, tingly and numb.

She gave him a gentle push, and Wei Jiqing got up.

His pale fingers brushed across the tender flesh of her neck, his actions suggestive.

But Wen Yan felt something was off. It felt like... like a ferocious beast marking its territory.

Wei Jiqing's attitude towards her changed after they shared a room together last time.

Although it was still very good—bringing her pastries, giving her little trinkets, and trying to make her happy—she just felt that something was different.

Wen Yan didn't dare to look into his eyes, turning her head away to expose her slender, delicate neck. The tender white skin she touched turned pink under her fingertips.

She deliberately tried to break the tense atmosphere: "Is that jujube and walnut paste?"

Her voice trailed off in a trembling tone, her fingertips gripping the hem of her skirt, her posture awkward.

"Guessed it right."

As soon as the words left her lips, Wen Yan's head tilted to the other side with a gentle touch, and Wei Jiqing bit her again.

The tingling sensation returned.

"Why this time?" Wen Yan was bewildered for a long time.

"This is a reward."

Wen Yan:……

Wei Jiqing gently ruffled her hair, a silent gesture of comfort, tinged with a smile: "Are you angry?"

"No."

Wen Yan pouted.

"Wei Yanlin is back."

"Ah."

"He brought a woman with him."

"Um?"

A gossip-loving glint lit up her fair face.

Wei Jiqing's expression was indifferent, and he didn't want to say more. But after noticing Wen Yan's interest, he continued, "They were brought from Jiangnan. They said they were my saviors and have settled them in the main courtyard."

He paused for a moment, his eyes showing a hint of disdain: "He took the girl's body, but in public, he called her his cousin."

"Ha, I wonder where he found this adopted sister."

Wei Jiqing composed himself, smoothing out the wrinkles in her collar with his slender fingers, pulling it up slightly to cover the pink marks.

He clearly had little interest in this matter.

My gaze swept over the dresses before me: the moon-white embroidered shirt and skirt were elegant and unique, the gold-embroidered ruqun was understated yet luxurious, and the pale yellow silk dress was bright and charming.

Which one does Yan Yan like?

Wen Yan was also troubled. She liked them both and couldn't make up her mind: "I like them both. What do you think, my husband?"

His eyes swept over a row of clothes before landing on Wen Yan: "Yan Yan, you'd better try them all on."

"it is good."

After saying that, she picked up her pale yellow dress and walked towards the screen, completely unaware that someone was following her.

The blurry shadows through the thin gauze had a unique charm. He slowly reached out, his slender fingertips stopping at her slim waist, his palm loosely cupping her as if he were grasping that smooth, delicate skin.

His deep gray eyes darkened, staring intently at the figure.

After calming down for a moment, he cursed himself for being shameless, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, feeling like a lecherous scoundrel.

I was really stunned.

"How is my husband?"

Wen Yan came out, twirled in front of him, and said excitedly.

As for why he was in front of the screen, she was blind and couldn't see.

Wei Jiqing stood there dumbfounded. Was this how you were supposed to wear this outfit?

Her long legs were faintly visible beneath the thin gauze skirt, her waist was cinched tightly, and the thin fabric on her chest bulged out, revealing red mandarin ducks beneath.

Wei Jiqing felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Is the size of the clothes wrong? Why are they so tight?

Wen Yan secretly raised an eyebrow. Not bad, it seems that the homemade light gauze nightgown is working very well.

"Yanyan, this outfit..."

He didn't know how to say it, but he just didn't want outsiders to see such an alluring Wen Yan.

"What's wrong? Does it look bad?" Wen Yan touched her dress and asked in confusion.

"nice."

Wei Jiqing pressed down on her twisting waist, grabbed her hands that were groping her body, and with a tearing sound, her collar ripped open.

Wei Jiqing: ???

He didn't use any force!

Wen Yan: Not bad, not bad.

In the end, Wen Yan looked on with a pitiful expression as Wei Jiqing piled all the clothes into the closet and then locked it.

Wen Yan secretly glared at him: Man, you'll regret this sooner or later.

Wei Jiqing ignored her resentful look and explained dryly, "The weather is getting colder, and this fabric is fragile and doesn't keep out the cold."

Wen Yan said in a huff, "I know, I won't wear it anymore."

Wei Jiqing: That's not necessary. You can wear it in front of him.

Welcome banquet.

Wei Yanlin walked over arm in arm with Wen Xinxin, but they ran into Wei Jiqing halfway there. Wei Jiqing scoffed and walked away.

Wen Xinxin, on the other hand, was insanely jealous as she looked at Wen Yan's increasingly rosy face.

The Crown Prince was pure and abstinent, and Wen Yan was the only woman in his courtyard. All the beauties bestowed by the Emperor died suddenly.

Compare yourself.

Ah, Wen Xinxin felt bitter. What a joke it was that he only loved her.

Wei Yanlin is not even as good as the top guy.

She recalled how, a few days ago, when she went to see Brother Yifan, the man spoke to her gently and softly, worried that she had been wronged...

A hint of hesitation flashed across Wen Xinxin's face. Yan Lin and Brother Yi were both very nice. What should she do?

Wei Yanlin noticed the woman beside him was in low spirits, frowned, and patiently said, "Xinxin, don't overthink it. I brought Ayue here just to find her a home."

"Hmm." Wen Xinxin replied indifferently.

Ha, so all she chose were dung and rotten mud?

For an orphaned girl whose family was destroyed to become a concubine for a powerful man is simply a stroke of good luck, like the heavens opening their eyes and their ancestors' graves emitting auspicious smoke.

Still dreaming of becoming a concubine?

I bother.

Wen Xinxin glared at the person following behind her until she trembled weakly, at which point she felt much better.

As long as Wen Xinxin is around, this bitch will never get ahead.