Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 45

Chapter 45: Arrow on the Bowstring

Chu Yi’s eyelashes trembled unconsciously. His hands grew restless. When Sheng Qianheng pushed open the door and entered, he managed to force a slight smile.

Sheng Qianheng saw Chu Yi’s displeased expression and recalled his chance encounter with Princess Zhaoning on the way to Jingyang Palace.

Could she have come to Jingyang Palace to find trouble with Chu Yi?

He knew that Chu Yi had been in a bad mood yesterday, so he had rushed to Jingyang Palace as soon as morning court was over. The moment he approached, Chu Yi hastily stood up and distanced himself from him. He found it puzzling.

Although Chu Yi had detected a pregnancy pulse in himself, he hadn’t had time to digest it. Sheng Qianheng’s sudden arrival had given him no time to think, making his thoughts even more chaotic…

The moment he lowered his head, his gaze unconsciously focused on his abdomen. He felt increasingly troubled and sighed deeply…

Sheng Qianheng grew worried. Yesterday, he had been forced to stay in Zhongcui Palace to save Princess Zhaoning’s face. But he had no interest in her and could never have been intimate with her.

Fearing that Chu Yi would misunderstand, he quickly grabbed his wrist and explained, “Brother! Last night, I really didn’t do anything with Princess Zhaoning… Really!”

Chu Yi slowly looked up at Sheng Qianheng. Only then did he realize that no one knew he might already be pregnant. Besides, it was also possible that he was not skilled enough and it was a misdiagnosis! A misdiagnosis!

He looked at Sheng Qianheng’s expression and felt that it was even more impossible for him to know! It was just his own guilty conscience! He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But he remembered all the events of last night, and the bitterness and pain in his heart were so real…

The only thing he could confirm now was that Sheng Qianheng had, without him knowing, already taken up residence in his heart.

But so what? Even if he had already developed feelings for Sheng Qianheng, what Sheng Qianheng, as an emperor, brought him was only endless sorrow and heartache…

Furthermore, in just one night, the palace was filled with rumors that Sheng Qianheng had stayed in Zhongcui Palace last night. Some even said that Princess Zhaoning would soon give birth to an imperial heir!

Chu Yi crossed his arms and questioned Sheng Qianheng, “I don’t want to bring up last night’s matter again. But just now, that Princess Zhaoning came to my palace and told me that she had to have a child with you! And told me not to keep you all to myself!”

The deliberately emphasized tone fell on Sheng Qianheng’s ears like invisible knives, stabbing his heart, making him fear that Chu Yi would become estranged from him.

He reached out to touch Chu Yi’s cheek but had his fingers pried away. A wave of pain shot through, but he didn’t complain and continued to explain, “I did go to Zhongcui Palace last night, but that was just to let the people in this palace and even Qianlin know that I wasn’t neglecting this princess from the marriage alliance.
The moment I entered that bedchamber in Zhongcui Palace, I knocked her out… I had no contact with her. You have to believe me, brother!”

Chu Yi squinted, scrutinizing Sheng Qianheng’s every move, but he couldn’t see any possibility of him lying.

He strode in front of Sheng Qianheng, stood on his tiptoes slightly, and leaned close to the side of his neck, sniffing his scent. There was indeed no scent of Princess Zhaoning.

Just as he took a step back, intending to speak to Sheng Qianheng, he felt a palm on his lower back.

Chu Yi looked up slightly and met Sheng Qianheng’s gaze. He whispered, “What are you trying to do? I’m not over my anger yet… Even if you didn’t touch that Princess Zhaoning, so what? Last night, I…”

Seeing that Chu Yi didn’t continue, Sheng Qianheng asked, “What happened last night?”

Chu Yi turned his face away. He wasn’t the type to be overly sentimental. There was no need to complain to Sheng Qianheng about these things. He could only change the subject. “That Princess Zhaoning wants a child of yours~”

Sheng Qianheng rested his head on Chu Yi’s neck, his tone softening considerably. “Then I can only have a child with brother… I am only yours…”

Chu Yi was not used to the itching sensation of the faint breath on his neck. He could only lean back, trying to distance himself from Sheng Qianheng. “You! Don’t think you can get away with it by acting cute…”

Sheng Qianheng lightly kissed the side of Chu Yi’s neck, then bit his earlobe, imitating Chu Yi’s usual coquettish manner, and whispered, “Brother, my heart only has you~ Don’t be angry anymore~”

Chu Yi shrank slightly. His originally tense body instantly went soft. He could only raise his hands to support Sheng Qianheng’s shoulders.

“Sheng Qianheng, have you ever thought about what would happen if Qianlin pressures you to have an imperial heir with Princess Zhaoning in the future?”

Sheng Qianheng immediately cupped Chu Yi’s face and pecked his lips. “I only look at the present. Since I’ve already agreed to the marriage alliance, don’t push your luck!”

Chu Yi felt his nose was already filled with Sheng Qianheng’s scent. His vision gradually blurred, and his body was a complete mess. He barely managed to reply, “Then you shouldn’t push your luck with me either…”

Sheng Qianheng picked up Chu Yi and placed him on the bed. Then he said, “Bring it in!”

He ordered someone to bring the things he had prepared in advance into the room.

Chu Yi’s eyes were hazy. He gazed at the vermilion brocade robe in Liu Deshan’s hands. Sheng Qianheng reached out and took it. Liu Deshan immediately bowed and withdrew.

Chu Yi tilted his head and looked at the vermilion brocade robe, puzzled. “What is this?”

Sheng Qianheng reached out and untied Chu Yi’s belt, slowly helping him take off his clothes. When only a set of inner robes remained, he finally said, “This is the wedding attire I ordered someone to embroider. I wanted to do this last night… to marry my beloved again.”

Chu Yi looked down at Sheng Qianheng’s long fingertips, which seemed to be about to peel off his inner robe. He immediately reached out and pinched them. “Are you just trying to have another wedding night with me?”

Sheng Qianheng smiled faintly. “Everyone says that one only has desires for the person they love, and only brother can make me have such thoughts… Do you want to try?”

Chu Yi sat on the bed, his gaze happening to fall on Sheng Qianheng’s waist.

He looked at the dragon’s claws on the black dragon robe, which were lifelike and eye-catching.

He unconsciously raised his hand and tentatively pinched it. Sheng Qianheng immediately interlocked his fingers with his, coughed, and then helped him change into the silk vermilion wedding attire. “This outfit really looks good on you.”

Chu Yi stood up in front of the bronze mirror and slowly turned around to look at his attire. The vermilion brocade robe seemed to glow with the light of the sunset, making one’s eyes unconsciously drawn to it…

Although the garment was crimson, the fabric was as thin as a cicada’s wing. Chu Yi lifted the hem of the robe, and his fingertips could clearly see his fingerprints through the texture of the fabric…

Not to mention that he was only wearing this one piece of clothing. It probably couldn’t cover anything!

If one looked closely, Chu Yi felt as if he were naked.

When he looked up and met Sheng Qianheng’s eyes, he felt a heat all over his body, as if the blood in his body was surging…

He looked back slightly at Sheng Qianheng’s ill-intentioned eyes and complained, “Although it’s already midsummer, aren’t you afraid I’ll catch a cold and get sick for a few days?”

Sheng Qianheng wrapped his arms around Chu Yi’s waist and whispered, “The weather is very dry. A little movement will make you sweat. No need to worry about catching a cold. What do you say, brother?”

Chu Yi lightly tapped the pad of Sheng Qianheng’s thumb and asked, “Are you a fatuous ruler?”

Sheng Qianheng stuck out his tongue and took the pad of Chu Yi’s thumb into his mouth, whispering, “What’s wrong with being a fatuous ruler? I’d rather indulge in brother’s gentle embrace…”

Chu Yi immediately withdrew his hand and took a few steps back. “But I don’t want to. My back is always so sore…”

With every step he took, the brocade robe fluttered slightly, and the chest under the garment rose and fell with his breathing.

The two red gems under the brocade robe seemed to be even more eye-catching.

Sheng Qianheng immediately stepped forward, picked up Chu Yi, and leaned in to take his lips.

As their lips and tongues mingled, Chu Yi felt that the roof of his mouth was numb, and he could no longer think about any trivial matters.

He raised his hands to wrap around Chu Yi’s neck, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against Sheng Qianheng’s gland.

But in a moment, he was pushed onto the bed, the brocade robe hanging on his snow-white shoulders.

Sheng Qianheng’s kisses were dense, moving all the way down.

It wasn’t until they landed on his lower abdomen that Chu Yi’s thoughts came back to him!

No! Although he wasn’t sure if he was really pregnant… but he couldn’t indulge in pleasure right now. Chu Yi still knew that strenuous exercise was to be avoided in the early stages of pregnancy.

Given Sheng Qianheng’s usual manner, he was always tormented until his waist and abdomen were sore and weak, and he needed to lie down for a few days to recover.

Absolutely not!

The pad of Sheng Qianheng’s thumb had already scooped up some ointment, but his wrist was unexpectedly grabbed by Chu Yi. He asked in confusion, “What’s wrong, brother?”

Chu Yi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. With Sheng Qianheng’s arrow on the bowstring, it was really not good to refuse.

“A-Heng, I’m not feeling well today…”

Chu Yi’s face was flushed, his breathing was even, and his mind was clear. He didn’t look like he was unwell at all.

Sheng Qianheng caressed Chu Yi’s cheek and pressed, “Shall I call for Imperial Physician Xu to take a look?”

Chu Yi shook his head like a rattle-drum. “No need for such trouble… It’s just that I didn’t rest well last night! It’s your fault!”

Sheng Qianheng knew he was in the wrong, but in this situation…

“Brother, but I…”

Chu Yi tried his best to control his gaze, not to look at that wolfish thing. “I’ll help you in another way…?”

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Chu Yi’s skin was fair, and finger marks could easily be left without much force. No matter how much Sheng Qianheng controlled himself, he still couldn’t help but leave red marks…

Chu Yi felt himself sweating. Apart from gasping for air, he had no strength to move…

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He was forced to kneel on the bed, his knees already numb. His voice trembled, “Sheng Qianheng, my knees hurt…”

Sheng Qianheng rubbed the back of Chu Yi’s neck and comforted him, “It will be better in a while.”

Chu Yi didn’t know how long he had endured. It was even more real than the real thing. He cried nonstop.

Both of them were sweating a lot. Their black hair stuck to their backs, like a unique ink wash painting.

The room had originally been filled with a faint scent of gardenias, but in just four hours, it was filled with a seductive scent~

Chu Yi sat on the chaise lounge for a long time, his legs and feet numb. But the moment he stood up, the clothes between his legs rubbed against the broken skin, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

He cursed Sheng Qianheng in a low voice but didn’t expect him to have already returned to the room. “Are you cursing me?”

Chu Yi immediately shook his head and smiled faintly. “How could that be…”

Sheng Qianheng placed the ointment on the table and was about to lift Chu Yi’s pant leg to apply the medicine for him. But Chu Yi stopped him. “I can do it myself! Don’t you have state affairs to attend to?”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head slightly. “I dealt with a lot last night. I have a day off today. It’s my fault that you’re uncomfortable now. I should be the one to clean up the mess… Could it be that brother is shy? A-Yi, is there any part of your body that I haven’t seen?”

Chu Yi couldn’t win against Sheng Qianheng and could only lie on the chaise lounge and let him do as he pleased…