Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 78

Chapter 78: A Glimmer of Hope

Chu Yi felt as if his body were becoming lighter and lighter. He looked up, and all around him was pitch black.

He slowly sat up and called out in a low voice, “Sheng Qianheng? A-Heng?”

There was no response from anywhere. He could only stand up, hug his arms, and slowly walk forward. But after walking for several li, he still couldn’t see the end.

Suddenly, a strong light appeared. Chu Yi instantly couldn’t open his eyes and could only raise a hand to cover them. By the time the light had dissipated, he was already in another place.

He looked down and saw that his clothes were brand new. Chu Yi was still pondering what had happened when he was drawn by the sight of the person standing before him.

He looked up and saw “‘Sheng Qianheng’.” Before he could even speak, his chin was pinched by “Sheng Qianheng.”

“Sheng Qianheng” was dressed in a black and gold dragon robe, looking at Chu Yi with cold eyes, devoid of any love. “Chu Yi, why are you unwilling to marry Zhen?”

Chu Yi was completely puzzled. He had already given birth to a child. What trick was Sheng Qianheng playing on him?

He wanted to explain, but his lips seemed to be out of his control and spoke on their own, “I would rather I were not a hostage of Qianlin. Sheng Qianheng, you and I are ultimately not on the same path.”

“So what if you are a hostage of Qianlin? Zhen does not mind your identity. As long as you are willing to stay by my side and marry me, Zhen can smooth everything out for you!” Sheng Qianheng leaned down and took Chu Yi’s lips, wantonly turning and stirring, giving him no chance to resist. “Qingci, just say the word!”

Chu Yi bit down hard on Sheng Qianheng. The taste of blood was between their lips and teeth. He pushed away “Sheng Qianheng” and said, “I am your older brother, your teacher! What on earth are you doing?”

Sheng Qianheng reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips and sneered, “Qingci, don’t you understand? I love you, I adore you, and I only want to marry you as my wife!”

Chu Yi looked at these scenes, which were completely different from what he had experienced, and only felt a splitting headache. He seemed to have forgotten all of this…

“Nianqing, don’t be so stubborn! Da Mo has never had a precedent for a male Empress!”

Sheng Qianheng walked forward and pressed Chu Yi onto the bed. He easily restrained his hands with one hand, then tore open his collar and bit down on his Zhongyong gland.

He had originally thought that this was his dream, but Chu Yi only felt that the pain from his gland was far greater than usual, so much so that tears streamed down his face.

By the time Sheng Qianheng stood up, Chu Yi was once again like a string puppet, saying, “I am just a Zhongyong. No matter how many times you mark me, it will be useless. Sheng Qianheng, why must you be like this? Even if you want to marry a male wife, you should marry a Kunze…”

Sheng Qianheng’s gaze was fixed on the permanent mark he had left on the back of Chu Yi’s neck. He said slowly, “Even if you are unwilling, you must enter the palace as a consort. Otherwise, Zhen will lead troops to unify the unconquered Qianlin. What does Qingci think?”

Chu Yi stared blankly at the sinister face of “Sheng Qianheng” before him and only felt that it was unfamiliar. He hadn’t even had time to speak before everything before him suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, a fierce wind roared, stirring up a sandstorm that rushed straight at Chu Yi’s face, forcing him to frown and squint.

When he reached out, he realized that his clothes had changed again. At this moment, he was dressed in red, which was quite like wedding attire.

Only after the wind had subsided did Chu Yi look up to find “Sheng Qianheng’s” figure.

Chu Yi looked in disbelief at the corpses strewn across this battlefield. The yellow sand had actually been dyed a crimson red, and the overwhelming smell of blood almost made him vomit.

He looked at Sheng Qianheng, who was dressed in armor and was fighting bravely with his sword. Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. When he looked again, he realized that the person fighting Sheng Qianheng was his older brother, Chu Rui.

Chu Rui and Sheng Qianheng were evenly matched. Both were already panting heavily. “Sheng Qianheng, what on earth have you done to Gu’s younger brother?”

Sheng Qianheng sneered, “He is Zhen’s wife! What does it have to do with you!”

The two swords were at a stalemate. The two of them had already been blinded by the killing, completely disregarding the heavy casualties on the battlefield.

Chu Rui: “He is unwilling to marry you. Gu has come this time to welcome him back to Qianlin in glory!”

Sheng Qianheng: “Zhen will not let you succeed! He is already Zhen’s consort!”

Chu Yi ran forward, wanting to stop the two of them, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead and couldn’t move. He watched as the two of them were covered in wounds but still refused to give in. The number of fallen soldiers on the battlefield was almost piling up…

Why was there such a baseless battle? Was it all because of him?

He was a hostage of Qianlin, Chu Rui’s younger brother.
He was also Sheng Qianheng’s teacher, a mentor and a friend.

Whether it was this extremely real dream or everything outside the dream, Sheng Qianheng and Chu Rui were ultimately at odds like this…

Chu Yi only felt that it was extremely absurd. It turned out that a battle could be started because of one person, and these many fallen soldiers were all victims of a senseless disaster.

He lifted his leg and ran forward. The red long robe danced in the wind, like the blood on the ground, exceptionally glaring…

By the time Chu Yi stood between the two of them, both Sheng Qianheng’s and Chu Rui’s swords were stabbing toward the other.

Both of them had the intention of killing the other.

When the two swords pierced Chu Yi, he only felt his thoughts vanish.

He looked at Sheng Qianheng’s trembling pupils, smiled faintly, and said, “Don’t fight anymore…”

Sheng Qianheng suddenly pulled out his long sword, then immediately threw it away and picked up Chu Yi. The blood seeping from the wound was covered by the crimson robe, as if he had not been injured.

His red lips trembled slightly. He said in a low voice, “A-Yi, Zhen ordered you to stay in the palace. Why are you here?”

Chu Yi coughed up blood. He only felt the scenery before him become more and more blurry. Even in a dream, this feeling of approaching death was too real.

His limbs were already cold, and he no longer had the strength to speak. He could only stare blankly at the kneeling Chu Rui before him and hear his trembling voice, “Yi’er, why are you like this? Gu just wanted to take you back…”

Sheng Qianheng held Chu Yi tightly in his embrace, but his gradually cooling body made him afraid.

He was already talking nonsense. “Qingci, Zhen will never force you to do anything again! As long as you are happy! Don’t abandon me! Chu Yi! Do you hear me! I just want to keep you! Why is it so hard! Ah!”

Chu Yi could no longer hear anything. He only felt that all of this should not be like this.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear a faint voice by his ear.
—Are you willing to die like this?
—Don’t you want to change all of this?
—If you die, what about the soldiers who died in battle because of you?
—Qianlin and Da Mo will be enemies for generations!

Chu Yi was unwilling for everything to be like a dream. He thought to himself, I am not willing. There must be a solution!

The voice gradually became clearer. Chu Yi only felt as if a hand were gently caressing his forehead. “I will give you a chance! It’s just that this body of yours is already dead and needs to be reshaped! Are you willing to wait a few years?”

Chu Yi: I am willing! I can wait as long as it takes! As long as I can change all of this!

At the end of the twentieth century, in 1998, a son was born to the Chu family.

Father Chu named him Chu Yi, wishing him a peaceful life.

Chu Yi grew up step by step, went to school, graduated, and got a job.

Only when his body was reshaped was he summoned back.

It was just that he had already forgotten everything and only remembered that his name was Chu Yi. He had come to a strange world and met a decisive sovereign.

Chu Yi only felt that everything in this dream was heartbreaking. He slowly looked up, looking at the unfamiliar hall around him, and was once again filled with terror.

He wanted to reach out and check if there were still any wounds on his body, but many images flashed through his mind. In an instant, he had a splitting headache and could only close his eyes and gasp for air.

Chu Yi cried silently. By the time he had gradually sorted out his thoughts, all the reasons were suddenly clear at that moment. Only then did he understand that he was not some outsider who had transmigrated into a book. He was Chu Yi, the complete, original Chu Yi…

He wanted to reach out and wipe away the tear stains but found that his hand was tightly gripped by Sheng Qianheng.

Sheng Qianheng had originally been lying by the bed, taking a short nap. The moment he felt the pad of Chu Yi’s thumb move, he instantly shot up and asked, “A-Yi, you’re finally awake…”

Chu Yi looked at Sheng Qianheng’s face, which was full of stubble, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes, and only felt a pang in his heart.

Whether it was the original “Sheng Qianheng” or the one before him, they both loved him.

It was just that they had not understood love back then and had used the wrong method.

He wanted to get up, but the pain from his lower abdomen came again. Only then did he remember that he had gone through a thousand hardships to give birth to Shun’er.

He had only been dazed for a moment when Sheng Qianheng’s tears dripped onto the back of his hand.

Chu Yi immediately reached out to caress Sheng Qianheng’s cheek and said, “Nianqing, I’m back.”

Sheng Qianheng had been on tenterhooks these past few days, always afraid that Chu Yi would sleep on and never wake up.

He sobbed uncontrollably. “A-Yi, I’ll go and call for an imperial physician.”

Chu Yi reached out and scraped Sheng Qianheng’s nose. “Hold me!”

Sheng Qianheng immediately got on the bed and held Chu Yi loosely. He was afraid of touching Chu Yi’s abdomen and causing him more pain.

But Chu Yi complained. He wrapped his arms tightly around Sheng Qianheng’s neck and said, “Hold me tighter!”

Sheng Qianheng could only do as he was told. The two of them held each other tightly, as if they had both been reborn.

The candlelight in the room flickered, and the floor brazier was burning brightly. The two bodies were pressed tightly together. Even though they were covered in a thin layer of sweat, neither was willing to let go.

Chu Yi smelled the xìnxiāng on Sheng Qianheng and only felt his originally anxious heart instantly calm down.

There was still time for everything. He had, by a strange combination of circumstances, changed the original tragedy.

He lightly kissed Sheng Qianheng’s neck, sucked gently, and the sound of Sheng Qianheng’s Adam’s apple bobbing by his ear was exceptionally clear. Chu Yi let out a soft laugh, released Sheng Qianheng, looked at his haggard face, and asked, “How many days have I been asleep?”

Sheng Qianheng: “Three days.”

Chu Yi lifted his head and kissed Sheng Qianheng’s lips. “Have you not closed your eyes for three days?”

Sheng Qianheng wanted to dodge Chu Yi’s gaze, but Chu Yi actually pinched his chin and continued to press, “Nianqing, I’m back. I won’t leave again!”

Sheng Qianheng’s tears fell like rain for a moment. He looked at Chu Yi’s slightly terrified face and didn’t want him to see him in such a sorry state. Thus, he could only gently bury his head in the crook of Chu Yi’s neck, trying his best to lower his voice and sob softly.

Chu Yi raised a hand to gently caress the back of Sheng Qianheng’s neck, slowly releasing his xìnxiāng to dispel the unease and panic around him. He hummed a nursery rhyme that he had often hummed to soothe the frightened Sheng Qianheng as a child, his voice low and gentle.

After Sheng Qianheng had composed himself, he finally sat up and looked at Chu Yi. He didn’t know what to say for a moment.

It was Chu Yi who looked around the room and saw no cradle. Shun’er seemed not to be in the room. “Where is Shun’er?”

Sheng Qianheng was slightly dazed. He had been guarding by Chu Yi’s side all these days. He hadn’t even looked at Shun’er much…

He coughed slightly and said, “The wet nurse is taking care of him.”

Chu Yi naturally understood Sheng Qianheng’s every move. He squinted and saw Sheng Qianheng’s guilty look.

He ordered Sheng Qianheng to help him sit up and then asked, “You haven’t even taken a good look at Shun’er?”

The corners of Sheng Qianheng’s lips twitched slightly. He whispered, “I have, of course I have!”

Chu Yi didn’t believe him. He asked, “Boy or girl?”

Sheng Qianheng was suddenly stunned. The midwife had congratulated him at that time. Had she said it was a little prince or…?

He had only been focused on Chu Yi. How could he have had the mind to care about anything else!

Chu Yi sat up against Sheng Qianheng’s embrace, pinched his arm, and chided, “Shun’er is also your child. How can you be so unconcerned? I went through a thousand hardships to give birth to him!”

Sheng Qianheng leaned his forehead against Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder and said with a wronged expression, “A-Yi, I was so afraid you would leave me… Shun’er is our child, but he made you suffer so much.”

Chu Yi sighed, turned his hand over to rub Sheng Qianheng, and said, “Shun’er was very well-behaved in my belly. It was only because he was fed that contraction-inducing drug that…”

Sheng Qianheng immediately covered Chu Yi’s lips. “Some things are in the past. Let’s not bring them up.”

Chu Yi nodded. He smelled the faint bitterness in Sheng Qianheng’s xìnxiāng. It must be that after such a roller coaster of events, his Passion Tide Period was approaching.

He pulled open his collar slightly and said, “A-Heng, are you willing to form a permanent mark with me again?”