Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 52

Chapter 52: The Pregnant Man’s Strong Desires

The pad of Chu Yi’s thumb gently pinched Sheng Qianheng’s Adam’s apple, but in a moment, it slipped away.

Hearing Sheng Qianheng’s increasingly heavy breathing, he slowly looked up at his already flushed neck and chuckled. “When did I seduce you? Who was the one who provoked me first? Hmm?”

Sheng Qianheng caught Chu Yi’s mischievous hand, took a deep breath, and said slowly, “A-Yi, don’t challenge my patience…”

Chu Yi was unconcerned. He didn’t believe that Sheng Qianheng could be like a beast. He lifted his head, took his Adam’s apple into his mouth, and gently sucked. “The imperial physician said that all carnal activities are forbidden in the early stages of pregnancy!”

Sheng Qianheng naturally knew. Chu Yi was only two months pregnant now. He naturally couldn’t touch him. But since his desire had already been aroused, he couldn’t just let it be. He had never been one to wrong himself.

He carefully pinched the pad of Chu Yi’s thumb, took his lips into his mouth, and smiled sinisterly. “Brother, do you think you can still escape today?”

Chu Yi unconsciously swallowed, only feeling that there was a killing intent hidden in Sheng Qianheng’s crimson eyes…

He moved his body to the right, trying to slowly distance himself from Sheng Qianheng. But the hem of his clothes was pressed down by Sheng Qianheng. Chu Yi wanted to take off his outer robe, but he was afraid that Sheng Qianheng would have a wicked idea, so he had to give up.

“Sheng Qianheng, calm down.”

Sheng Qianheng’s palm slowly pressed against Chu Yi’s lower abdomen, the warmth spreading to his skin. Chu Yi trembled slightly. He tried his best to lower his breathing frequency, took Sheng Qianheng’s wrist, and changed the subject. “It’s been half a month. The son must be missing his father-emperor…”

Sheng Qianheng nodded and, unhurriedly, lifted the hem of Chu Yi’s clothes, exposing his fair and smooth belly.

He gently scraped it with the pad of his thumb, his gaze drawn to Chu Yi’s unconscious small action of slightly sucking in his abdomen. “What about you? Did you miss me?”

Chu Yi tried to pull down the hem of his clothes but was restrained by Sheng Qianheng’s hands. He could only whisper, “Of course I did.”

Sheng Qianheng rarely saw Chu Yi’s flushed face and couldn’t help but tease him a little more. “How much did you miss me?”

Chu Yi pressed his thin lips together, unwilling to speak. However, Sheng Qianheng’s intense gaze was clearly anticipating his answer. He hesitated several times before finally managing to utter two words, “Very… much.”

Fearing that he would push Chu Yi too far and be unable to do anything more intimate with him, Sheng Qianheng had to shift his thoughts to Chu Yi’s fair lower abdomen. He asked, “It’s so flat. Is our child really in there?”

Chu Yi subtly pushed away Sheng Qianheng’s hand and muttered, “He’s still small. Of course you can’t see it.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he felt a wave of shyness and didn’t dare to look up at Sheng Qianheng at all. Even though he had been pregnant for two months, his lower abdomen was as flat as before, with no discomfort at all. Chu Yi also often secretly wondered if he was really pregnant.

Just as he was lost in his own mental struggle, he was completely unaware that he had been pushed onto the bed by Sheng Qianheng.

It wasn’t until a dense kiss fell that Chu Yi suddenly opened his eyes. He looked down at the crown of Sheng Qianheng’s head and quickly said, “What are you doing?”

Sheng Qianheng licked his lips, smelling that he had already been stained with his own xìnxiāng, and unconsciously smiled. “The imperial physician only said that carnal activities are not allowed.”

The originally cool room was suddenly filled with a scorching heat, making Chu Yi drenched in sweat. He gasped for air, shook his head helplessly, and murmured, “Sheng… Qian… Heng, that’s enough~”

Sheng Qianheng pinched Chu Yi’s hand, intertwining their fingers tightly. Feeling the trembling of his fingertips, he laughed and asked, “A-Yi, is it really enough?”

Chu Yi propped himself up, looking at the extremely impactful scene before him in a daze for a long time.

After a moment, he finally raised his sleeve to wipe the stains from his cheek and stammered, “A-Heng, do you want to…?”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head, his thumb pressing slightly harder. His other hand stroked Chu Yi’s sideburns. “Are you uncomfortable?”

Chu Yi stopped his movements. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he buried his entire head in Sheng Qianheng’s embrace.

Sheng Qianheng chuckled softly, thinking that what the imperial physician had said was absolutely right. The pregnant man’s strong desires were a fact for Chu Yi.

Chu Yi bit Sheng Qianheng’s gland, not caring about the force at all. It was as if he only stopped after tasting a hint of blood on the tip of his tongue. He then opened his mouth and laughed, “My Your Majesty, let me go. I’ve only been out of the palace for a few days, and you’re already tormenting me like this…”

Sheng Qianheng frowned unconsciously. The pain of a Qianyuan’s gland being bitten was immense, but there also seemed to be a sense of pleasure. He looked sideways and saw that Chu Yi’s exposed skin was dyed a seductive lotus-pink before he stopped all his movements.

He raised a hand to rub the back of Chu Yi’s neck, soothing his trembling back from his sobs, and said softly, “Alright, alright. You’re a grown man, yet you can still cry so much.”

Chu Yi panted, pulled open Sheng Qianheng’s collar, and bit down fiercely. He only stopped after leaving a conspicuous bite mark, then lifted his head to look into Sheng Qianheng’s eyes and asked, “You… just sleep in Yangxin Hall today! I’m going back to my Jingyang Palace to rest!”

Sheng Qianheng naturally didn’t hold it against him. He called for a maid to bring a basin of water, carefully washed Chu Yi clean, and helped him change into other clothes.

After being tormented by Sheng Qianheng like this, Chu Yi could only lie limply in his embrace and complain, “Sheng Qianheng, you’re really a fatuous ruler!”

Sheng Qianheng raised an eyebrow and replied, “What’s wrong with being a fatuous ruler? I think being a fatuous ruler is very good. With a beauty in my arms, my body and mind are at ease~”

Chu Yi unconsciously “tsked.” “A fatuous ruler will be impotent sooner or later~”

Sheng Qianheng pinched Chu Yi’s waist and asked, “Are you cursing your husband?”

Chu Yi wrinkled his nose, his face full of disdain. “Who is my husband?”

Sheng Qianheng pinched Chu Yi’s cheek with one hand and took his lips into his mouth. “I am your husband!”

The flesh on his cheek was squeezed, and Chu Yi felt that it was difficult to speak clearly. “Sheng Qianheng, you’re at most a little husband!”

Sheng Qianheng: “But I’m still your husband. We’ve bowed to heaven and earth and are properly married!”

Outside Yangxin Hall, Ruotao waited every day, holding a bowl of cool summer drink, and waited outside the hall door. She had originally thought that in the half a month that Chu Yi was not here, she would finally have a chance to see the light of day. However, Sheng Qianheng did not give her any chance to step into Yangxin Hall…

Now, she could even vaguely hear the sound of the two of them playing and laughing in the hall.

Ruotao closed her eyes, her hands behind her back clenched into fists, her heart filled with a surging tide of hatred.

Liu Deshan smiled awkwardly. “Daying Li, His Majesty has state affairs to discuss. You should go back…”

Ruotao immediately turned and left decisively, without looking back. She tightly gripped the small medicine bottle that Princess Zhaoning had given her and thought to herself, Since Chu Yi is unkind, then don’t blame me for being unjust!

Jingyang Palace naturally had her informant. She had her personal maid give this saffron to the informant and act immediately!

Chu Yi had been intimate with Sheng Qianheng for nearly four hours. He thought of Lady Lu, who was still in her Yanxi Palace. He repeatedly warned Sheng Qianheng that he must castrate Lu Wenhan’s younger brother before he stood up and returned to the palace.

Under the careful care of the imperial physician in the palace, Lady Lu’s complexion had recovered a lot.

Chu Yi looked at Lady Lu’s belly. Although she was less pregnant than him, it was even more obvious. He always felt that something was wrong.

Fearing that Lady Lu would let her imagination run wild when she was alone, he sent Lianfang to take care of her daily life.

In the second year of Jinghe, the eighth month, in Yangxin Hall.

Lu Wenhan’s younger brother knelt on the ground. Lady Lu, being pregnant, was given a seat on the side.

Chu Yi stood by Lady Lu’s side, caressing her shoulder, and advised her not to be too emotional.

Liu Deshan read the imperial edict, “By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor proclaims:
Today, there is a villain, Lu Wenjie, who does not abide by the law and is audacious. In broad daylight, he committed a beastly act, violating his sister-in-law, Lady Lu Xu, causing the victim to suffer physical and mental injuries, and to be in unbearable pain. Such an act has angered both gods and men, and is intolerable by heaven. It has seriously corrupted social morals and destroyed ethical principles.
According to the provisions of the “Da Mo Criminal Law,” those who commit the crime of rape shall be severely punished as a warning to others. However, the Lu family only has one male descendant left, so a glimmer of hope is left for him. He is exempted from the death penalty and is instead sentenced to be a slave in the palace, awaiting orders. But the palace is a place of strict rules. To ensure the purity of the imperial bloodline, all palace servants must be castrated. Therefore, the executioner is ordered to castrate him to eliminate future trouble.
By Imperial Decree.”

Lu Wenjie collapsed to the ground and begged for mercy, “Your Majesty, Your Majesty! This commoner knows he was wrong! This commoner is not yet married and has no descendants. I beg Your Majesty for your mercy! This commoner will definitely not do it again! Spare my life, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty…………”

Lady Lu closed her eyes and clenched her fists tightly, her lower lip almost bleeding.

Liu Deshan: “Take him down and castrate him.”

Lady Lu Xu was enfeoffed as a titled lady and no longer had to bear her husband’s surname. The Jishi Teahouse was handed over to her to manage.

Lady Lu stood up. “This subject’s wife thanks Your Majesty!”

Lianfang helped Lady Lu back to Yanxi Palace to rest.

Chu Yi looked at Miss Xu’s haggard back and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity for her.

Sheng Qianheng wrapped his arms around him and had him sit on the dragon throne. “Lu Wenjie has already been dealt with. Don’t be angry anymore.”

Chu Yi shook his head slightly. He was not worried about this matter. “The imperial physician said that Lady Lu is carrying twins, so it’s showing early… But fortunately, that Lu Wenjie is a Zhongyong, so Miss Xu’s pregnancy doesn’t need to be soothed by xìnxiāng. But with her broken body, I don’t know how much she will suffer during childbirth.”

Sheng Qianheng rubbed Chu Yi’s hand, sighed heavily, and said, “Why don’t you think about what will happen when you give birth?”

Chu Yi was puzzled. He would give birth as he should. Pain was inevitable.

Seeing Chu Yi’s innocent, uncomprehending expression, Sheng Qianheng couldn’t bear to tell him in advance that he would have to use a jade dildo to open the birth canal in the future…

“Alright, don’t overthink it. I’m just afraid you’ll suffer during childbirth.”

Chu Yi tried his best to hypnotize himself, saying that maybe he would be the one who had a painless delivery.

Seeing that Miss Xu’s pregnancy was gradually stabilizing, Chu Yi told her that Consort Wan was Consort Hui. Although Miss Xu found it difficult to accept at first, considering Chu Yi’s several acts of help, even if he was a man, he was not comparable to those beasts.

After clearing the air, the two of them moved back to Jingyang Palace.

Chu Yi was glad that he no longer had to wear women’s clothes. The moment he changed back into men’s attire, he danced gracefully in the hall.

The maid who had replaced Lianfang in serving him saw this, poured a cup of tea, and said, “Your Ladyship, would you like some tea?”

The moment Chu Yi took it, he couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

He found an excuse and said, “I haven’t been back for a few days. Take this teapot and teacups and wash them. Then brew a pot of Longjing… Go on.”

The maid: “Yes, Your Ladyship.”

It wasn’t that Chu Yi was overly suspicious, but he always felt that such an attentive servant was unreliable. Even if she was observant, he was carrying an imperial heir. It was better to be careful with everything.

A few days later, news came from the border that the Prince of Qianlin had passed away.

Sheng Qianheng slammed the table and cheered. He immediately arranged for Princess Zhaoning’s return.

Chu Yi was taking a nap in Jingyang Palace. He had been very sleepy these past few days.

Moshu received a message: the Prince had passed away, and the young heir had succeeded the throne.

He immediately walked up to Chu Yi and called in a low voice, “Your Ladyship, this servant has something to report…”

Chu Yi sat up, a little displeased. What was so important that it had to be reported during his nap?

“What is it?”

Moshu immediately knelt and kowtowed. “Your Highness, this subordinate has been lurking for several years and has finally waited for the Prince’s death! The young heir’s years of deployment can finally be implemented…”

Chu Yi was completely bewildered, what Your Highness? What Prince? What young heir? What was all this?

Just as he was about to ask Moshu what he meant, Sheng Qianheng arrived.

Chu Yi signaled for Moshu to get up, while he went out of the hall to greet Sheng Qianheng.

Seeing Chu Yi’s sleepy eyes, Sheng Qianheng picked him up and said, “Just woke up? Do you want to sleep a little longer?”

Chu Yi rested his head on Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder, smelling his xìnxiāng, and murmured, “Your Majesty, why did you come to my palace at this hour?”

Sheng Qianheng: “To discuss something with you…”

He had just carried Chu Yi past the desk when he smelled something strange, not like the tea Chu Yi usually drank.

Sheng Qianheng placed Chu Yi on the bed, then turned to pick up the teapot on the desk and sniffed it, his brows unconsciously furrowing.

“Summon Imperial Physician Wang.”

Chu Yi stood up, slowly stood behind him, and took Sheng Qianheng’s palm. “What’s wrong? Is there something strange?”

Sheng Qianheng looked at Chu Yi’s flushed face but still asked, “A-Yi, how much of this tea did you drink today?”

Chu Yi: “Half a pot… What’s wrong?”

Sheng Qianheng gently helped him sit down, and the two of them quietly waited for Imperial Physician Wang’s arrival.

He raised a hand to cover Chu Yi’s lower abdomen, only feeling a slight tremor in his heart, his eyelids twitching nonstop…

He hoped he was just overthinking it.