Inlaid With Jade - Chapter 98

Chapter 98
A knee pillow

Once one had someone to rely on, one would become fragile, and Li Heming was no exception. But men couldn’t be spoiled. The more Lin Yu pitied him, the weaker Li Heming became. The five-point injury became ten-point pain. He closed his eyes and leaned on Lin Yu, his forehead against her ear as if he were going to faint in her arms.

Lin Yu gently strokes the head on her shoulder, fumbles to untie the loose prison clothes on his body, and says worriedly: “Second Brother, let me see your injury.”

As soon as she opened her mouth, she seemed about to cry. How dare Li Heming show her his scarred body, lest she shed a few more tears later.

He held Lin Yu’s hand, retracting his long fingers into his palm, and whispered: “No need. It hurts a lot when I move.”

Li Heming had been a hard bone since childhood, and his flesh seemed to be embedded with iron. Suddenly, he started to act weak and cry in pain. How could Lin Yu resist? Naturally, she would follow his words.

She dared not to move him anymore and knelt straight, holding his broad shoulders and letting him lean on her. She asked, “Will it be more comfortable like this?”

His wife knelt on the ground and asked if he was comfortable leaning on her. In this world, only Lin Yu would treat Li Heming so well.

Fortunately, he was not a weak-willed waste and was reluctant to let Lin Yu kneel on the ground and talk to him like this. He raised his head from her neck, held his forehead, and frowned pretentiously: “Dizzy, I want to lie down.”

Lin Yu stood up and sat down beside him. Li Heming tilted his body and immediately fell beside her as if he had no strength.

Lin Yu gently held his head and let him rest on her knees.

Li Heming played the role well. As soon as he lay down, he immediately relaxed his eyebrows and found a comfortable position on Lin Yu’s legs. He stretched out his long arms to wrap around her waist, put his face against her soft belly, and closed his eyes contentedly. But then, he seemed to feel something was wrong with the touch in his hand. He touched Lin Yu’s waist back and forth with some doubts. His broad palm finally stopped at her abdomen. He frowned and gently pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

After pinching, his hand moved up to rub her clothes and rubbed her plump chest. His movements were natural and not ambiguous. He measured her body size with his hands as if he were about to make a set of clothes for her.

In this dark prison, Lin Yu honestly didn’t expect him to touch her like this suddenly. Her ears blushed, and she looked at him confusedly: “What’s wrong?”

Li Heming took his hand back with a strange look on his face: “…Nothing.”

What could he say? He couldn’t ask why she didn’t lose weight because of him but instead gained half a pound of meat, which made him look cheap. Lin Yu lived alone well when he was away, so he should have been relieved.

A husband should be generous.

Lin Yu’s hair was long and thick, with a soft strand hanging in front of her chest, just before Li Heming’s eyes. He stretched out his hand, tangled her hair with his finger, and asked, “What’s going on outside recently?”

When Lin Yu heard him ask, she told him all the big and small things outside. Li Heming listened quietly, without any reaction, as if he had expected everything that had happened.

Even when Lin Yu talked about the epidemic in Ji County and the rumors that “the Sixth Prince was unworthy of the position and caused disasters from heaven” were spread everywhere, Li Heming chuckled.

Lin Yu didn’t know what he was laughing at. She stroked his skinny face and said distressedly: “You can still laugh even though you are like this. Is it worth it to sacrifice yourself for him?”

Li Heming pulled her finger next to his face, put it on his lips, and said vaguely, “No.”

His eyes were deep. Lin Yu looked at him for a long time and suddenly understood something. Surprised, she said, “I rem*mber that before I came to Ji County, you roamed around Ji County. Now that the rumors are making a lot of noise inside and outside the capital, were they the trigger you planted at that time?”

Li Heming did not admit it: “There is no evidence. Qiqi can’t wrongly accuse me.”

These words were no different from confession in Lin Yu’s ears. She was frightened and trembling: “How can you be so brave! What if someone finds out…”

She stopped talking halfway. Li Heming’s Northern Office was the Emperor’s eyes and ears. If he didn’t say it, who would know? Wei Lin wanted Zhu Ming dead because of his family feud. He would go with the flow, stir up trouble, and send Zhu Ming to the guillotine even if he knew.

She only said half a harsh word, and Li Heming’s energy immediately dissipated. He coughed twice, closed his eyes, and pretended to be pitiful in a flat tone: “Qiqi, it hurts…”

Lin Yu then comforted him again.

Lin Yu’s worries were not unreasonable, but she underestimated her position in Li Heming’s heart. Li Heming designed himself to be imprisoned and gave up power to Wei Lin so that he could hide behind others and use Wei Lin’s hand to get rid of Zhu Ming.

He took great pains to pave a deadly road for revenge and offered the butcher knife to Wei Lin. Wei Lin did not disappoint him and made known Zhu Ming’s years of corrupting and harming the people, pushing Zhu Ming to the forefront of criticism. Li Heming initially prepared all this for himself.

Without Lin Yu, he would have taken a more dangerous path. Perhaps one day, he would have directly picked up a knife and killed Zhu Ming, or he would have been the second Wei Lin to make a desperate move. Fortunately, there was Lin Yu. She only needed to stand there, and it would be enough for Li Heming to pull himself back from the dead end.