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Yu Tingwan sat under the window and taught Ruyi "Han Feizi". Yu Xin didn't like Legalist theory, so he didn't teach much. She also paused occasionally at this moment, which was not as smooth as before.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking that Pei Zhi was the most familiar with this, so she would ask him when he came back next morning, but for some reason, it was almost noon and there was no one around.

As if she had a tacit understanding, she suddenly raised her head and caught a glimpse of someone standing quietly at the door of the palace, looking at her.

Before Yu Tingwan opened his mouth, he saw Pei Zhi asking all the palace people to go out. He only came over when there were only two people left in the big jiao room.

"Did you change your clothes in Xuanshi Hall today?"

When she saw the man in front of her dressed in purple, with the sword and purse on his waist missing, she felt inexplicably panicked. She was held down by the shoulder just as she was about to get up.

"Wanwan, someone told me," Pei Zhi said in a dry voice, "that this hairpin was given to you by Que Wen."

In his open palm, there lay a peach wood hairpin that had been split into several parts. The wooden thorns dug into his flesh and blood oozed out, but he was unaware of it.

Yu Tingwan's ears rang, her mind went blank, and she finally understood why Pei Zhi wouldn't let her stand up.

Her whole body felt weak now, and she held his sleeves tightly with both hands.

There is only one thought in my mind, this is deceiving the king.

According to the laws of the Wei Dynasty, she should take off her hairpin and go barefoot, kneel down to plead guilty, in order to ask for tolerance and not to harm her family.

"Your Majesty, I..." Yu Tingwan reacted suddenly, took off the jade hairpin that was tied up in her bun, looked up at the man in front of her with disheveled hair, "Your Majesty, I am guilty, and my brother does not know about it."

With tears in her eyes, she saw him turn his face away to hide his expression, and then smiled lightly after a while: "Aren't you going to excuse Que Wen?"

Pei Zhi's heart felt cold. Yu Tingwan had previously regarded him as the king of Wei, but now he was regarded as the emperor, which meant that he was not her husband.

If he hadn't held her down, she might have just knelt down to apologize.

Even Pei Ke knew how to provoke Yu Tingwan to assassinate him. Everyone knew that she was the emperor's weakness, but she didn't know it.

What did she just think she would do? After deposing, should we still punish Pingyang Marquis for his crimes?

Pei Zhi's hands were shaking violently, and he held a loose strand of her hair, "Wanwan, we are a married couple, don't be afraid of me."

He tried his best to calm down and said warmly: "Wanwan, Que Wen lied to you, right?"

Yu Tingwan was stunned, shocked by his extremely calm eyes, like a pool of stagnant water.

She didn't plead for Que Wen just now because she knew that mentioning those two words would be like adding fuel to the fire. Now that he was asking her, tears fell from her eyes, and she shook her head while choking.

Pei Zhi's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he sat stiffly beside her. He held her in his arms as usual, with a hint of pleading in his eyes, and whispered: "Wanwan, did he lie to you?"

"It doesn't matter, I know it." He bent down to kiss the person in his arms on the cheek and the corner of the mouth, and repeated in a low voice: "I know that Wanwan will not do this to me. It is someone else who deceives you."

Yu Tingwan's throat tightened. She had never seen Pei Zhi look like this. His emotions were like boiling water under ice. Now the thin layer of ice was about to burst.

She didn't dare to move and allowed the man holding her to kiss her with increasing force.

Pei Zhi did not cover her lips and waited for her to admit that she had no knowledge. As long as she said so, he would treat the evidence as false.

After waiting for half an hour, he didn't hear her say a word, so he just accepted it.

"Don't be afraid at night, I will take care of it." A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he wiped away a few tears from the person in his arms with his fingertips, and murmured: "We will do the same as before, we will have a rest tomorrow, and we will go to Taiye Enjoy the flowers by the pond, or go to the Kaishan Pavilion, and I'll play the piano for you."

"You asked me to accompany you to the Shuijing Tower to listen to a play before. I was always too busy. Tomorrow I will ask them to go to the palace to perform for you. What do you want to hear?"

"The Yuefu Ling has newly arranged music and dance. Do you want to go see it?"

Pei Zhi's face became increasingly ugly, and finally he lowered his eyes and said, "Wanwan, why don't you talk to me?"

Yu Tingwan's breathing became more and more rapid, and her mind was filled with the words "deal with it." She closed her eyes and thought, she knew how he would deal with it.

"I know." She let go of the man's purple sleeves with her fingers, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "I'm sorry."

Pei Zhi's lips turned white and he stopped her softly: "Don't talk nonsense every night."

"That hairpin is what I want, and no one offered to give it to me."

As soon as Yu Tingwan finished speaking, he saw the expression of the person in front of him was frozen, his eyes were like ice cracking, and the strong love and hate all poured out along the cracks as if they had substance.

Pei Zhi felt as if a piece of flesh had been cut out of his heart, and he let go of his hand around her waist in pain.

He knew it all, but he didn't want to see it, so Yu Tingwan insisted on explaining it clearly.

"Didn't you lie to me all the time before?" His voice was hoarse. "When we were in Jingzhou, we mentioned our children. At Shuijing Tower, we pretended to call me husband, and said that we wanted to send me a true lovesickness poem."

"You give me a lotus sachet, a plum blossom picture, stay up late with me, play chess, and talk about writing and painting with me."

"You said you were worried about my health and didn't allow me to leave the house, but you promised me anything." He thought of those days, when Yu Tingwan was afraid that his wound would open, and the way she used to be charming and affectionate with him at night became completely different. He glared and chuckled: "Were you very lucky to have that hairpin at that time?"

"You also gave me a bird, saying it looked like me." He heard Ah Qing calling when he came, "I thought that even if you don't like me, at least you take me into consideration."

Piles and piles of things floated in his mind, and they all turned into sharp blades, and the exit made his throat burst with blood.

Pei put his fingers on the case and suddenly stopped talking. He frowned and frowned, as if he was enduring something. After a moment, he covered his chest, blood overflowed from the gap between his lips, coughed, and vomited a pool of blood.

Yu Tingwan was so frightened that she wanted to get up and call the imperial doctor, but her sleeves were pulled. The man in front of her was pale and looked at her steadily: "I'm fine, I don't need the imperial doctor."

Pei Zhi's voice was hollow, his fingers were cold, he held her wrist tightly, and asked in a low voice: "Aren't these all fake? Why don't you lie to me again today?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, and seemed frightened by the sight of him spitting out blood, his face turned pale. Pei Zhi stood up and left, cleaning the blood from the corners of his lips. When he came back, he saw her sitting at the desk in shock.

"Your Majesty, I didn't lie to you." Yu Tingwan finally said, "I wanted to throw away that hairpin yesterday."

"What a coincidence." The corners of his mouth twitched, the kind of smile he would make when he sees a child lying poorly.

"I..." Yu Tingwan half-closed her eyes, "I previously thought that if you didn't have children, you would have a concubine. As time went by, you felt that I was no good and you might let me make room for your beloved concubine. , so that I can leave without any worries and you won’t look for me.”

Her throat was tight, and she heard the man beside her breathing more and more rapidly. She lowered her head and said, "I asked Que Wen for the hairpin. He had a relationship with his brother and couldn't save his face, so he gave me this thing."

"He and I have nothing." Yu Tingwan knew that Pei Zhi must think they were having an affair. At this moment, his voice trembled as he explained: "I only like you."

Hearing what she said, Pei Zhi's face became paler and paler. When he reached the last sentence, he couldn't bear to interrupt: "That's enough."

"Wanwan, do you know how much that hairpin is worth?" He lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Que Wen Yun travels all over the world, and that hairpin can use up almost all his savings."

"Can't you save face? At this time, you are still trying to excuse him."

His sweetheart, seeing him vomiting blood, was still thinking about finding a way out for other men, and even endured the humiliation and said she liked him.

To make room for his beloved concubine, it turned out that he could not change her mind even though he had said it a thousand times and ten thousand times.

Pei Zhi's tone was calm, his heart hurt so much that he felt nothing.

"Because I am the King of Wei and the Emperor, in your eyes, everything I say is false and everything I do cannot be trusted."

"Even if I block a knife for you, your instantaneous reaction will make you suspect that there is an ulterior motive." He looked at the person in front of him and asked softly: "Does my sincerity look so false?"