Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 69

Chapter 69: Turning Danger into Safety

The moment Sheng Qianheng’s fingertips touched the back of Chu Yi’s neck, he felt that his body temperature was a little high. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against Chu Yi’s, asking in detail, “A-Yi, how do you feel?”

He had only heard a few words from Moshu just now and had rushed in in a panic. Now that he saw Chu Yi, he gradually felt his tense nerves relax.

Only then did he realize that this room was filled with his and Chu Yi’s xìnxiāng. Logically, Chu Yi was taking medicine, and his xìnxiāng should be almost nonexistent. Jiang Xinrui must have used some sinister trick.

Sheng Qianheng held Chu Yi tightly in his embrace, smelling the Danshen scent he had been craving for these past few days. He only felt a rush of blood and almost lost his reason.

Chu Yi’s collar was already loose. He covered the back of his neck helplessly. The heat on his body now was completely different from his Rain and Dew Period. He only felt a pain in the back of his neck…

When he spoke, his voice was already full of sobs. “It hurts… Sheng Qianheng, my gland hurts…”

Sheng Qianheng immediately looked at the back of Chu Yi’s neck. He had originally thought that he might have been drugged by Jiang Xinrui to trigger his Rain and Dew Period.

But at a glance, the permanent mark he had left on Chu Yi seemed to be fading.

He shook his head slightly, thinking it was just his blurry vision from his Passion Tide Period. But when he looked again, the permanent mark had almost completely disappeared.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch it to confirm, the next second, he saw Chu Yi clutching his abdomen, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and whispering, “My… stomach hurts…”

Sheng Qianheng immediately ordered Suifeng to go and call for the physician from his residence.

Half an hour later

The physician knelt by the bed, holding his breath as he took Chu Yi’s pulse. “Your Majesty, the Empress should have taken a long-lost poison and had his permanent mark forcibly stripped.”

Sheng Qianheng glared at Jiang Xinrui, who had already been moved to the entrance of the hall by Suifeng, then turned to ask the physician, “Zhen wants a solution. The Empress’s abdomen hurts right now!”

The physician had asked about the dregs of the tea on the table and said tremblingly, “Your Majesty, this subject has never seen this drug either. In this subject’s opinion, because the Empress’s permanent mark was forcibly stripped, the fetus in his belly suddenly lost the support of the xìnxiāng Your Majesty had left on him, which is why he is in unbearable pain. If you want to relieve it, you should form a permanent mark again… But Her Ladyship is already nearly six months pregnant. It is really not suitable for intense carnal activities.”

Sheng Qianheng had already soothed Chu Yi just now and left another temporary mark. However, Chu Yi’s brows were still furrowed, and he was nestled in his embrace, his breathing so shallow it was heartbreaking.

“Get out.”

The imperial physician bowed. “This humble subject will take my leave.”

Chu Yi smelled the scent on Sheng Qianheng, and the fetal movement in his belly was frequent, as if every movement was tearing at his internal organs.

Even with the temporary mark Sheng Qianheng had left on the back of his neck, he couldn’t ignore the pain.

He felt that Sheng Qianheng seemed to be placing him on the bed. The moment he was about to leave, he looked up with tear-filled eyes and said, “Where are you going?”

Sheng Qianheng rubbed the palm of Chu Yi’s hand, placed a kiss on his already red and swollen eyes, and comforted him softly, “I’m going to handle some things. I’ll be back soon! You and the baby wait for me for a while, okay? I won’t leave you two again… Believe me!”

Chu Yi only felt that his whole body was limp, but the fingers clutching Sheng Qianheng’s sleeve seemed to have endless strength.

Seeing this, Sheng Qianheng immediately leaned down and took his lips.

Chu Yi only needed to wrap his arms around Sheng Qianheng’s neck, and he unconsciously straightened his body and pressed himself against him.

Their lips and tongues churned, and saliva had long since slid down the corners of their mouths.

Sheng Qianheng had never seen Chu Yi so proactive, as if he were eager to strip off all the clothes on his body.

It wasn’t until Chu Yi’s breathing became rapid and he was on the verge of suffocating that he gently caressed his back, slowly let go, and said softly, “A-Yi, I’ll be right back. You have to believe me.”

Chu Yi was panting heavily, his hands still tightly gripping Sheng Qianheng’s lapels, unwilling to let go for a long time. His voice trembled, full of pleading, “Don’t go… I beg you…”

Sheng Qianheng only felt the veins in his temples throb. He looked up at Chu Yi and saw that his face was already much rosier, the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint lotus-pink, and his lips were stained with an indescribable trace of water.

He ultimately couldn’t hold it in. Even a person with a heart of stone could not abandon their beloved. He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then reached out to carefully tidy Chu Yi’s clothes, gently picked him up, and walked slowly to the door. Sheng Qianheng lifted his leg and kicked Jiang Xinrui lightly.

He saw that Jiang Xinrui was still alive and asked, “Jiang Xinrui, what drug did you use?”

Jiang Xinrui’s face was pale. He looked up at Sheng Qianheng’s triumphant expression and felt that the heavens were unjust.

Why was it always Sheng Qianheng who snatched away his love! Perhaps he should have used that love poison long ago. This way, Chu Yi would only have eyes for him. How could Sheng Qianheng be so virtuous now?

He covered his wound and said coldly, “A-Yi is like this. Can’t you guess?”

Sheng Qianheng was hindered by holding Chu Yi in his arms, otherwise he would have definitely kicked him hard.

He looked up at Suifeng. Suifeng immediately squatted down and stabbed him again.

Seeing Jiang Xinrui wailing nonstop, Sheng Qianheng immediately raised a hand to cover Chu Yi’s ears, then continued to press Jiang Xinrui, “Hand over the antidote!”

Jiang Xinrui choked and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, but the corners of his mouth were still as arrogant as ever. He called out loudly, “Sheng Qianheng, what I can’t have, don’t you even think about getting it easily! You can forget about forming a permanent mark with Chu Yi for the rest of your life! Hahahaha, hahahahaha!”

Sheng Qianheng held Chu Yi tightly in his embrace, lifted his leg, and stomped on the dagger. He said hatefully, “Whether Chu Yi forms a bond with me or not, he will never love you! What other tricks can you, Jiang Xinrui, have besides repeatedly using such despicable means?”

Jiang Xinrui only felt the dagger pierce his body a few more inches. The pain made him almost faint. His voice was intermittent, “If it weren’t for you interfering, Chu Yi would have been mine long ago! You’re the villain who snatched away my love! Chu Yi should have been mine long ago!”

Sheng Qianheng looked down at the furrowed brow on Chu Yi’s face, which had just relaxed, and was now slightly furrowed again. He no longer wanted to get entangled with Jiang Xinrui.

He ordered Suifeng, “Take him down and torture him.”

Suifeng, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

On the way back to his residence, Sheng Qianheng held Chu Yi, who was no longer as well-behaved as before.

Chu Yi only felt a faint pain in his abdomen, but it was not as unbearable as the heat on the back of his neck.

He lifted his head slightly, sniffed the gland on Sheng Qianheng’s neck, and, unconsciously, bit down on it. He was greedy for more Qianyuan xìnxiāng, almost obsessed.

A wet kiss gradually fell on the side of Sheng Qianheng’s neck.

Sheng Qianheng’s breathing grew heavier. The blood vessels in his neck seemed to bulge with his several swallows, like boiling water. Chu Yi opened his mouth and gently ground with his canine teeth, as if searching for the hidden fragrance, becoming more and more intoxicated.

By the time Sheng Qianheng reached his bedchamber, he kicked the door open and quickly closed it.

He placed Chu Yi on the bed, immediately squatted down, and caressed Chu Yi’s pregnant belly, saying with concern, “Does your stomach still hurt?”

Chu Yi had suddenly lost his teething stick. He looked at Sheng Qianheng in a daze and shook his head.

He only wanted Sheng Qianheng’s scent. “I want your scent.”

Sheng Qianheng slowly released his xìnxiāng. He hadn’t even had time to get up before he was thrown by Chu Yi to the ground. Fearing that Chu Yi would get hurt, he could only raise a hand to support his waist and abdomen and chided, “Be careful. When you’re sober, you’ll be the one who’s uncomfortable.”

Chu Yi straddled Sheng Qianheng’s waist and abdomen and leaned down to bite his gland. He only felt that his whole body was burning, and his nasal cavity was still filled with the scent on Jiang Xinrui, which he disliked.

But Sheng Qianheng’s scent was too faint!

He wanted more of the scent of Zhuǎnrìlián!

He was not very familiar with controlling his xìnxiāng to begin with. In a moment, Sheng Qianheng’s room was already filled with the scent of Danshen.

Sheng Qianheng had been suffering from his Passion Tide Period for these past few days. How could he resist the temptation of the Danshen scent?

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his breathing grew more and more rapid.

He let Chu Yi do as he pleased, but when a sharp pain came from his gland, his pupils trembled.

Chu Yi seemed to be devouring his flesh and blood. Sheng Qianheng only felt the back of his neck grow hotter and hotter.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Yi finally released him. He looked at Chu Yi’s lips, which were still stained with his blood, and a hint of a wicked idea rose in his eyes.

He wanted Chu Yi. He had been thinking of him every day and every night for these two months.

He, Sheng Qianheng, knew that he would never love anyone more than Chu Yi. Chu Yi had already occupied his heart.

He didn’t care what Chu Yi thought. The one he loved was the one who had entered the palace and become his consort, the Chu Yi who bickered with him all day and tried to escape but was caught by him every time.

He propped himself up, raised a hand to touch Chu Yi’s belly, and choked, “Brother, I love you… I know you’re not conscious right now, and the absurd permanent mark between us has already disappeared. If you’re not willing to form a permanent mark with me, I won’t force you in the slightest. For now, shall I relieve you?”

Chu Yi peeled off the clothes on his body, took Sheng Qianheng’s hand, and touched his own pregnant belly, choking, “My stomach hurts. He’s not moving… What should I do?”

The moment Sheng Qianheng’s palm felt the fetal movement, tears rolled down. This was his and Chu Yi’s child. He hoped that he could come into this world safely.

He followed the physician’s instructions and soothed the fetus and Chu Yi one by one.

Chu Yi was already sobbing uncontrollably under Sheng Qianheng’s manipulation. He begged for mercy several times.

But Sheng Qianheng kissed his eyes and comforted him, “Brother, if you’re tired, then sleep.”

The silver bracelet on Chu Yi’s ankle had not yet been removed. Apart from the delicate sound of water, the sound of the bells was incessant in the room…

Chu Yi woke up three days later.

The moment he woke up, he immediately raised his left hand to his belly and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the child was still there.

He was about to move his right hand when he felt that it was being held.

Only then did Chu Yi realize that Sheng Qianheng was lying by the bed.

He carefully recalled what had happened. He could only remember that Jiang Xinrui had drugged him and seemed to be about to force him. As for what happened after that, he couldn’t remember at all.

He called out softly to Sheng Qianheng, “A-Heng…”

Sheng Qianheng immediately looked up at Chu Yi. His calves were numb, and it took him a long time to sit on the bed. “How does your body feel?”

Chu Yi wanted to get up but was held down by Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder. He didn’t understand what he was doing.

Sheng Qianheng called for an imperial physician.

After taking his pulse, the imperial physician reported, “Her Ladyship’s body has already recovered, but there are still signs of a miscarriage. This humble subject thinks that you need to be on bed rest for half a month to protect the pregnancy. As for the matter of the permanent mark, we still need to take it slow.”

From that long sentence, Chu Yi only heard the word “miscarriage.” He immediately pinched Sheng Qianheng’s hand and asked, “What’s wrong with the child?”

Sheng Qianheng’s face was covered in stubble, his voice slightly hoarse. “It’s fine, don’t worry. It’s just a little affected by that drug of Jiang Xinrui’s.”

He took Chu Yi’s hand and caressed his abdomen together. “The child is still here. He’s not willing to leave us.”

Chu Yi choked for a moment. He looked up at Sheng Qianheng’s haggard appearance and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

After much thought, he could only ask, “A-Heng, let’s give the child a name, okay?”