He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 61 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

They remained silent the whole way, but Wen Yan's face grew increasingly pale. Wei Jiqing turned to look at her, wondering how she managed to control herself.

The pressure on his hands grew heavier and heavier, until almost half of his body was leaning against him.

Wei Jiqing noticed the thin layer of sweat forming on Wen Yan's forehead and finally realized something was wrong.

[I can hold on for another 45 minutes. Judging by the time, I should have fainted in the carriage. The Crown Prince shouldn't abandon me... right?]

It's amazing that she could still look at him even when she was in so much pain, as if she was assessing whether he was reliable or not.

[It's alright, it's better than sleeping on the streets.]

Wei Jiqing was so angry he almost laughed. She was, after all, his lawfully wedded wife; how could he abandon her?

Without saying a word, he bent down, picked up Wen Yan horizontally, and walked quickly out of the palace.

"The Crown Princess will not force you. Training requires accumulation and cannot be done in a short time."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "If you're feeling unwell, you should say it. I don't know if you're really unable to hold on or if you're just pretending."

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Wen Yan understood immediately.

But since no one pointed it out, she pretended not to understand and obediently agreed.

She wrapped her arms around his neck; they were so close that she could see the side of his neck when she looked up.

Wen Yan looked up and scanned his neck until she saw the faint red mole under his collar. Her gaze lingered for a moment before she turned to his profile and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, suppressed emotions surged with the ripples; she felt both indignant and aggrieved.

Why is she the only one who remembers these things?

The man's shallow breaths soothed her escaping emotions.

With a sigh of resignation: Oh well, it's alright as long as it's you.

Wen Yan didn't want to think about it anymore, so she closed her eyes; it was truly painful.

Although she exaggerated in front of the Emperor, she was indeed in poor health. From the womb, her stepmother had been nourishing her with poison, just in time to give birth to a stillborn child.

After giving birth to Wen Yan with great difficulty, Wen's mother passed away. A faint cry shattered the stepmother's good mood.

She rushed into the delivery room.

Bad news: the baby didn't die. Good news: the mother passed away, and the baby she gave birth to was a girl.

She was so happy she almost set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"Sir, let me help you relieve the pain."

A stream of transparent spiritual energy flowed into Wen Yan's body, and her heavy heart relaxed.

"Sister Xinxin! Lin'er wants that bunch of lotus flowers. Pick them for me, pick them for me!"

I could hear a loud noise from quite a distance.

Wen Yan opened her eyes in annoyance: She hated bratty kids, and she hated normal people pretending to be bratty kids even more.

Wen Xinxin gently persuaded the angry man and instructed the servants to pick lotus flowers for him.

Wen Wanying, who was following behind, was at a loss and couldn't get a word in edgewise. Her voice was completely drowned out by Wen Xinxin's greeting.

She was the first person to see Wen Yan, or more accurately, the first person to see Wei Jiqing.

He stood tall and slender by the lotus pond, his simple white clothes accentuating his elegant and refined appearance. His clear and cool eyes were like the spring water of a snow mountain, detached from worldly affairs.

Wen Wanying's eyes were filled with resentment, and she looked at him as if he were a heartless man.

She was filled with resentment; she had almost gotten the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince as hers.

She ignored the person Wei Jiqing was carrying and stepped forward gracefully, curtsying: "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Wei Jiqing nodded casually, walked past her, and left without even saying goodbye to Wei Yanlin, who was playing around over there.

Wei Yanlin, who was playing around with mud on his hands, seemed to sense something and ran over with mud still on his hands: "Brother Crown Prince."

Wei Jiqing frowned and gave a soft "hmm".

"Brother, you're so shameless, holding onto a woman and not letting go," Wei Yanlin teased, tracing three lines on his face with his index finger.

Everyone knows that the Crown Prince is a germaphobe, but Wei Yanlin always gets all dirty and goes to him, wiping his clothes with filth, which is purely disgusting.

Wei Jiqing initially reprimanded him, but after Wei Yanlin tearfully complained to the emperor, he gained a reputation for being harsh on his younger brother and had his power reduced by more than half, he fell silent.

He admired Wei Yanlin quite a bit; he could pretend to be a fool to such an extent.

My wife is unwell.

Wei Jiqing held Wen Yan steadily, without mentioning putting her down.

Should I say something?

"too……"

"I can hug ten of you right now." His voice was indifferent and devoid of emotion.

Okay, I'll shut up.

Wei Yanlin wanted to say something, but Wei Jiqing cut him off: "Fifth brother is always dirty, which is really annoying."

Wei Yanlin looked incredulous, her lips trembling as if she were about to cry.

“If you want to take it, take it from me openly and honestly. Pretending to be respectable is the behavior of a lowly reptile, which I find shameful.”

Wei Jiqing stared directly at him, her words merciless, deliberately hitting his sore spots, giving off a feeling that nothing mattered after failure.

I admire the web crawler's sense of conviction.

For a fleeting moment, Wei Yanlin's face contorted in a ferocious expression, but he quickly regained his smugness.

He loathed that haughty expression; soon, he could crush the noble Crown Prince into the mud.

"So, my sister's here too?" Wen Xinxin seemed to have just noticed Wen Yan and walked over to greet her generously, immediately launching into a accusation: "Sister, how could you let the Crown Prince carry you around in public like that..."

"Is my sister saying that my sister is impolite?" Wen Yan asked, her eyes brimming with tears and her face pale.

Wen Xinxin gritted her teeth: "How could this be? I..."

“My mother passed away early, and how can a stepmother possibly take care of everything? I will go to the Emperor right now to ask for a governess. It is my sister who has disgraced the Minister’s family.”

He buried his head and wept bitterly.

Wei Yanlin frowned, turning to look at Wen Xinxin's face with a questioning expression.

Is this the arrogant and domineering older sister you were talking about?

"The Crown Princess is unwell, and besides, I am very fond of her. How could this be considered ostentatious?"

"Besides, the Fifth Princess Consort did not bow to me and the Crown Princess, but instead became aggressive and verbally abusive. What are her intentions? I think you should learn etiquette yourself, Wen Shi."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Wen Yan looked up at the right moment, her eyes filled with tears, her nose pink, looking pitiful.

She struggled to jump down, knelt down, and said in a panic, "Your Highness, please forgive me. My sister is used to being carefree. She always speaks to me with the same etiquette in the mansion. She meant well and had no ill intentions."

[She harbored ill intentions, but I was full of them.]

Wen Yan turned around and gave Wen Xinxin a reassuring look, nodded slightly to Wei Yanlin beside her, and then said, "The Fifth Prince can't do without Second Sister. What will he do if she goes to the palace to learn etiquette?"

Her words were incredibly moving; she was genuinely concerned for Wen Xinxin.

Wei Yanlin felt even more that Wen Yan was a good older sister.

Perhaps Xin Xin is overthinking things?

Wen Yan silently counted in her mind: [Oh no, I'm going to trick you again, little sister, three, two, one.]

Wei Jiqing was still wondering when he suddenly collapsed to the ground. He quickly pulled her into his arms and patted her face, calling out, "Wen Yan? Wen Yan?"

There's no sound, am I really dizzy?

The farce quickly came to an end, leaving everyone with fodder for gossip in teahouses and restaurants.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Wen Yan propped herself up in bed, looked at the sunset by the window, and blinked blankly.

[It's afternoon now, and this dizziness has lasted a bit longer.]

He raised his hand to rub his bumped forehead and found a layer of green ointment on his hand. He glanced around and met Wei Jiqing's eyes as he entered.

Wei Jiqing walked to the bedside and sat down, looking at her hand. A red mark on her delicate white fingers was quite unsightly.

Why didn't you say you were burned?

He raised his eyelids, his deep gray eyes seeming to draw her in.

Wen Yan looked into his eyes, her gaze calm and unwavering.

She thought he had fallen for her so quickly.

Composing herself, Wen Yan cautiously asked, "Actually, it doesn't hurt like this."

[This counts as an injury? I had tons of injuries when I was a kid, look at my back.]

Wei Jiqing was somewhat shocked, and felt a strange sense of unease, as if she shouldn't have been so indifferent to her injuries and her suffering.

"Don't do anything to hurt yourself next time." All my emotions were condensed into a single word of advice.

[Since harming someone always comes at a price, compared to this burn, I've still come out ahead. This is the most worthwhile deal I've ever made.]

The girl's heart leaped with joy, as if she were genuinely happy about it.

A tingling sensation ran through the man's heart, and a strange emotion welled up within him.

More than the scars, he felt sorry for her not realizing she was suffering, and even more sorry that she was genuinely happy because the suffering brought her such insignificant reward.

If he can't hear her heart's voice, is there no one in the world who understands her?