A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 853 Khan's Concern
As soon as Yuan Wuyou entered the tent, Mi Qinlin followed her in out of concern.

The two searched around the tent before finding where the person was hiding.

At that time, the young Khan in the tent was hugging his knees, curling up his usually tall and upright body, squatting in the corner beside the tiger-skin chair.

His eyes were empty and wet, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Wan Yuwu was still wearing the cross-collared black Qiang suit. Because the fabric was close to his body, he looked skinny and had only a skeleton left.

Perhaps he wanted to find his way back to the past, so he even let down his hair which had been tied into a ponytail these days, and let it drape on his temples in the same messy and smooth manner as before. He also let the long braid that reached his waist hang down along his back and almost drag on the ground.

Yuan Wuyou tiptoed to Wan Yuwuyu and patted his shoulder. He immediately shuddered and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't touch me!"

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you. I will stay by your side and protect you."

After saying that, Yuan Wuyou glanced at Mi Qinlin behind him.

If it were just the two of them in the room, she would have many ways to pry open Wan Yuwu's defenses. However, Mi Qinlin was here at the moment, and Yuan Wuyou didn't dare to use force against his Khan because he really wouldn't let her.

So Yuan Wuyou also squatted down in front of the young Khan and looked at his little face buried in his knees. His facial features were gloomy and his eyelids were red. He didn't know how long he had been crying. Even his curly eyelashes had been pressed down by the tears, and each eyelash was clearly visible because it was wet.

He had been crying silently, his tall shoulders were shaking, and he looked very pitiful and helpless.

Yuan Wuyou wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start. He almost went crazy. He raised his hand to pat his shoulder, but he didn't dare to touch him. He pulled it back several times.

As a result, she squatted in front of him and watched him for a long time. Seeing that he just buried his head in tears and his handsome face turned red, she felt really sorry for him.

I really can't bear to watch it. Why does he keep crying? Although Gao Yanzong also loves to cry, Gao Yanzong at least complains about his grievances while crying, unlike Wan Yuwuyu who cries silently.
"Can you please talk to me?"

But the boy still ignored her. Yuan Wuyou simply moved in front of him, put his arms around him, and hugged his shoulders tightly in his arms!
At the same time, Mi Qinlin exclaimed from behind her: "What are you doing?"

But Yuan Wuyou ignored him.

——When the two of them hugged each other with their shoulders level, Yuan Wuyou realized that he was even thinner than he looked, with a protruding back and his collarbones that were as hard as armor through the fabric and hurt Yuan Wuyou.

Caught off guard, he was embraced in the girl's warm embrace. Wan Yuwu struggled slightly in panic, but she held him even tighter.

"I'm here! Nagule, you still have me. Don't be depressed. Just tell me if you have anything to say..."

Wan Yuwuyu put his hand on her shoulder, trying to push her away, but she held him tightly with all her strength, making him unable to move at all.

Plus, he didn't have the heart to struggle hard, for fear of hurting her.

The two looked into each other's eyes. His beautiful phoenix eyes were deep and dark, and his eyelids were red and almost bleeding. Her eyes were firm and her smile was warm.

She called softly again, "Naguru, don't push me away. I don't want to leave you either."

Thinking of what he said, that he was most afraid of her leaving him, his heart suddenly trembled.

Wan Yuwuyu spoke again, already choking with sobs.

"I really... don't have the face to live anymore... Even the people of Zhou know how dirty and lewd I am—"

"Don't say such stupid things! That's their slander. I know you best. I don't care what others say."

Hearing this, the boy tightened his arms around his knees and buried his head even lower, revealing only a pair of crimson eyelids and deep blue eyes blurred by tears.

He said hoarsely:

"Now you know everything... My mother died in such a miserable way, and I... I was also treated like that... You know, my family's reputation is like this, and I am so dirty, how dare I defile you..." Yuan Wuyou shook his head and hugged his thin shoulders even tighter.

"You didn't, don't listen to those people throwing dirty water on you! You are the most innocent, they are the ones who want to harm you..." After a pause, she suddenly looked determined, "I don't care, I just feel sorry for you."

These words touched the pain in his heart.

The young man slowly raised his wet eyelashes, looked over the top of the girl's head, and glanced at the deputy general behind her.

"There are some things I have been unable to say, but now, I..."

Yuan Wuyou turned his head knowingly and glanced at Mi Qinlin who was guarding behind him.

"You step back."

"Ah? Oh oh." Mi Qinlin turned around and walked away in a daze, still muttering on the way, it's over, in front of the Khan, he still can't compare to the trust of the female king!

After everyone left, Yuan Wuyou heard the sound of him lowering the door curtain, then he lowered his head and asked the young man in front of him, "Now it's just you and me. You can tell me anything that's on your mind. I'll listen."

Wan Yuwuyu then lowered his eyes and said hoarsely:

"I have never dared to do that with you... I was afraid that you would know my family's situation, despise me, regret having sex with me, and after being done that with the Xiao family... I would be even more afraid to defile you."

"I've already told you that I don't care. We even said this morning that we'd wait until you're well again. Why are you backing off again?"

"Because of what happened to my family, you know my uncle, my mother... they all went through it. I'm afraid that if I indulge myself, the world will believe that I can marry anyone, and will think that I am a lustful person and despise me. If I and you..."

Having said that, he looked up at her, his eyes wet.

"If I do that with you, others will think I am frivolous and immoral... I am not afraid of being scolded, I am just afraid that one day you will despise me and abandon me. I am not afraid of showing off in front of you, I am afraid that others will humiliate me and think I am a good girl..."

"So that's how it is..." Yuan Wuyou nodded in response, his eyes full of pity. "I understand. I respect you."

As he spoke, Yuan Wuyou loosened his arms around his shoulders, supported his numb legs, slowly stood up, and stretched out his hand to him again: "Get up and sit on the bed."

The boy then wiped the tears from his face, extended his hand to hers, held hers, and used the force to stand up.

Wan Yuwuyou only realized that his legs were sore when he started walking. He had been squatting for too long, and the frustration and tears had consumed too much energy, and his legs were numb and painful like needles.

As a result, he was helped to sit on the bed with trembling legs, and she grabbed his cold hand again.

Yuan Wuyou sat beside him and whispered:

"My hands are a little cold. I need to eat more mutton and red dates to replenish them."

The young man lowered his eyes, still in low spirits, and said nonchalantly, "I have been a vegetarian for three years."

"Hey? I forgot to ask you last time, why are you a vegetarian? No wonder you are so thin, maybe being a vegetarian is not enough for your nutrition? That won't do..."

Wan Yuwu Yu silently pulled his hand out of her palm, and let his hands hang at his sides, his shoulders and back still shaking uncontrollably.

"It is the custom of the Tanguts. To avenge the murder of one's mother is to exterminate one's entire clan. If the revenge is not yet taken, one must eat vegetarian food and observe mourning. Only after the revenge is taken can one return to normal life."

"Observing mourning? Then the mourning period is..." Yuan Wuyou glanced at his waist subconsciously and said with a sigh, "Can we still consummate the marriage?"

"Hmm?" Wan Yuwu Yu looked down following her gaze, his cheeks flushed quietly, then he pursed his lips, his eyes darkening a little.

"In principle, no."