Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 79

Chapter 79: Breastfeeding

The moment Chu Yi finished speaking, he felt a warm current brush past his earlobe. He was already a little shy, and his cheeks were like the morning glow, flushed with a crimson hue. Now that Sheng Qianheng was sitting behind him, he should be able to see it clearly.

Sheng Qianheng pressed his lips together slightly, his breath catching. His gaze fell on the back of Chu Yi’s neck, and in that instant, it seemed he could no longer look away.

He leaned down and placed a light kiss. “Brother, if you’re not willing, I won’t force you again…”

Chu Yi suddenly turned his head. He looked at Sheng Qianheng’s current appearance, which was completely different from his previous life.

His gaze was slightly out of focus. After a moment, he finally asked, “At that time, you formed a permanent mark without any regard for my wishes. I was a little resentful. But now I ask you, are you willing to form a permanent mark with me?”

Sheng Qianheng opened his mouth slightly but couldn’t reply for a long time.

After experiencing such a change, Sheng Qianheng only felt that everything he had thought of seemed to have brought unnecessary trouble to Chu Yi.

His brows furrowed tightly, not knowing if he should continue to pester Chu Yi…

In an instant, only the sound of their breathing rose and fell in the room. Outside, a gentle breeze blew, lightly tapping on the window, making a faint sound.

Chu Yi looked at Sheng Qianheng, seeing his preoccupied look. He could only drag his tired body and slowly turn around, cupping Sheng Qianheng’s face. “What are you thinking about?”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head slightly and sighed deeply. “All the suffering you’ve endured these past few days is because of me. If I hadn’t formed a permanent mark with you, Jiang Xinrui wouldn’t have used a drug to forcibly strip it away. If I hadn’t gotten A-Yi pregnant, you wouldn’t have to suffer the pain of childbirth…”

Chu Yi pinched the flesh on Sheng Qianheng’s cheek. He only stopped when Sheng Qianheng repeatedly cried out in pain.

He endured the pain in his body and reprimanded the dejected Sheng Qianheng, “Sheng Qianheng! Listen to me! I, Chu Yi, was indeed branded with a permanent mark without my knowledge, but everything I experienced was voluntary. I would never have a child for someone I don’t love. Do you understand?
As for the suffering I’ve endured, it’s all the doing of those villains like Jiang Xinrui. It has nothing to do with you.”

Mentioning Jiang Xinrui, Chu Yi finally remembered his actions that day. He didn’t know if Jiang Xinrui was dead or alive.

He asked weakly, “Was Jiang Xinrui still alive that day…?”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head. “The imperial physician had a look. He had lost too much blood and died.”

Chu Yi lowered his eyes slightly. After quickly composing himself, he pressed Sheng Qianheng again, “Sheng Qianheng, you’re a father now. Are you still thinking of abandoning us and leaving?”

Sheng Qianheng had never had such an intention. He quickly replied, “How could I! I’ve never had any intention of leaving you. I wish I could hide you so that no one else can see you in the slightest!”

Chu Yi lightly pressed his red lips together, only feeling extremely astonished. He had no idea that Sheng Qianheng had such thoughts. Could it be that he wanted to imitate the ancients and hide his beauty in a golden house?

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt an itch in his throat and immediately coughed nonstop. After a moment, a sudden pain from his lower abdomen made him lose all ability to move.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper. Sheng Qianheng raised a hand to pat Chu Yi’s back and asked, “Are you uncomfortable anywhere? You just gave birth to Shun’er and still need to rest well. Chu Rui said this is called confinement!”

After catching his breath, Chu Yi lay completely in Sheng Qianheng’s embrace and whispered, “My stomach hurts. Rub it for me~”

Sheng Qianheng immediately reached out to caress Chu Yi’s abdomen, rubbing it in circles. Although Shun’er had already been born, Chu Yi’s abdomen was not as flat as before, and there was still a lot of soft flesh.

Chu Yi took a deep breath of the xìnxiāng on Sheng Qianheng, his thoughts gradually becoming hazy. He muttered, “Sheng Qianheng, let’s start over, okay? I don’t want to hold a grudge against how many people you have in your palace anymore, as long as you don’t fail me. I, Chu Yi, only have one heart. Once I’ve given it to you, there’s no room for anyone else.”

Sheng Qianheng’s nose stung. He lifted his head slightly, his other hand caressing the back of Chu Yi’s neck, and responded to his sincerity word by word.

“Brother A-Yi, if you believe me, I will not fail you!”

Chu Yi hummed lightly, then rested his head on Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder and slowly fell asleep.

After holding Chu Yi for a moment, Sheng Qianheng got up and tiptoed out of the hall.

He touched the stubble on his cheeks, feeling a sense of self-loathing. After quickly washing up, he stood up and went to Chonghua Palace to see Shun’er.

Before he could even push open the door to Chonghua Palace, he heard the incessant crying from inside.

Chu Mingzhao noticed someone push the door open. Seeing that it was Sheng Qianheng, she immediately stepped forward and tugged on his sleeve. “Royal Aunt! Younger brother is crying nonstop. Nothing can soothe him! And because younger brother is crying, little An’er is crying too! Please hurry and soothe younger brother.”

Sheng Qianheng thought, So it’s a little boy.

The maidservant, holding Shun’er, bowed, then slowly stepped forward, intending to hand the red-faced, crying Shun’er to Sheng Qianheng. However, Sheng Qianheng was not very familiar with newborns, and in an instant, he was flustered.

Only after the maidservant had carefully taught him how to hold a baby did he slowly extend his hands, tremblingly take Shun’er, and carefully hold him in his arms. Sheng Qianheng held his breath, not daring to make a sound.

Shun’er had been born prematurely. In his arms now, he was as light as a feather, as if he were nothing.

Sheng Qianheng and Shun’er’s eyes met. In that instant, Shun’er actually stopped crying and stared intently at Sheng Qianheng, his eyes clear and bright, not blinking at all.

He gently extended a finger and slowly wiped the drool from the corner of Shun’er’s mouth, his voice soft and gentle. “You and A-Yi are so alike. How can I ever bring myself to scold you in the future? Hmm?”

Seeing that Shun’er was no longer crying, Chu Mingzhao exclaimed, “Royal Aunt, the moment you hold him, younger brother stops crying. It’s so magical!”

Sheng Qianheng was also very shocked. Could it be that Shun’er could recognize him?

He looked up and signaled for the maids to withdraw. Then, holding Shun’er with one hand and taking Chu Mingzhao’s hand with the other, he led her to sit down and rest.

Chu Mingzhao pinched Shun’er’s little hand and said, “Younger brother, he’s even smaller than when little An’er was born!”

Sheng Qianheng’s brows furrowed slightly. Seeing Shun’er’s brows gradually relax, he replied in a low voice, “That’s right. Shun’er is not yet full-term, so he’s smaller than when little An’er was born.”

Chu Mingzhao hadn’t seen Chu Yi in many days. Her father-king had said that her Royal Uncle had just given birth to her younger brother and still needed to rest and recuperate, so it was not convenient to disturb him.

But did Royal Uncle not even come to see his younger brother?

Chu Mingzhao was very puzzled. “Royal Aunt, is Royal Uncle alright? He doesn’t even come to see his younger brother… My mother-consort never came to see little An’er back then, and then…”

Sheng Qianheng looked sideways at Chu Mingzhao, whose entire eye sockets were flushed red. He raised a hand to rub the back of her head and comforted her, “Your Royal Uncle is just too tired. He just woke up not long ago. Shun’er is making such a fuss. Royal Aunt will take care of him. We won’t disturb your Royal Uncle’s rest.
But our Zhao’er is so sensible. I think your mother-consort must be very pleased.”

Chu Mingzhao looked at Sheng Qianheng and asked, “Really? Will mother-consort really be happy?”

Sheng Qianheng nodded. He looked at the tears sliding down the corners of Chu Mingzhao’s eyes, immediately reached out to wipe them away with the back of his hand, and said, “She raised Zhao’er to be so sensible. She must be pleased.”

Perhaps his mother’s spirit in heaven could also see his actions. He hoped that his mother was also pleased.

Outside, the ink-black color slowly climbed up the horizon, gradually smudging into an exquisite ink wash painting.

When Chu Yi woke up again, it was also the xū hour.

He didn’t look up, but just slowly turned over. The moment he faced outward, he felt a soft object seem to be randomly grabbing at his neck.

Chu Yi immediately opened his eyes and saw Shun’er lying flat beside him.

He propped himself up, reached out to caress Shun’er’s cheek, and his eyes instantly stung. This was the child he had gone through so much trouble to give birth to.

He pinched Shun’er’s hand, and in a moment, his fingertip was held by that tiny palm. He leaned down and gently kissed that little hand, the smile on his lips hard to conceal.

Ever since Sheng Qianheng had held Shun’er, he had been unable to put him down. Shun’er seemed to truly recognize him. The moment he put him down, Shun’er would start crying his lungs out again.

He had no choice but to carry Shun’er and return to Chu Yi’s hall.

Seeing that it was time to feed Shun’er, he could only place him on the bed next to Chu Yi.

He had thought Shun’er might start crying again, but unexpectedly, he just stared at Chu Yi without a word.

Seeing this, Sheng Qianheng immediately went out to warm the goat’s milk for Shun’er. When he returned to the room, he saw the heartwarming scene on the bed.

He walked forward, sat on the bed, and covered the back of Chu Yi’s hand. “Look, Shun’er really looks just like you.”

But Chu Yi shook his head, his brows slightly furrowed. He looked at the child’s eyes and brows. Although they bore some resemblance to his own, the lower half of his face was a perfect copy of Sheng Qianheng’s, as if it had been traced from him.

Chu Yi, thinking he still didn’t know Shun’er’s gender, reached out and gently lifted the baby’s diaper. After a careful look, he smiled faintly and said softly, “It’s a boy.”

Sheng Qianheng rubbed the back of Chu Yi’s neck and asked, “If Shun’er were a girl, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to discipline her at all when she gets older.”

He picked up Shun’er, cradling his head in the crook of his arm, then took the bowl of goat’s milk and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

Chu Yi rested his chin on Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder, watching his actions, and was unconsciously moved.

This was all he wanted: one person, three meals, four seasons.

He saw Shun’er drink half and spit out half and couldn’t help but laugh, gently chiding, “Why aren’t you eating properly? Hmm? Be careful, or your father-emperor will punish you!”

Sheng Qianheng couldn’t bear to. After half the bowl of goat’s milk was finished, he wanted to get up and burp him.

But Chu Yi was looking at Sheng Qianheng with eager eyes, so he had no choice but to hand Shun’er to him.

Chu Yi’s entire body was stiff as he held Shun’er. The baby’s body was just too soft. He didn’t dare to use any force. Only after Shun’er was resting on his shoulder did he gently pat his back.

Sheng Qianheng held them both in his arms, thinking to himself that if he and Chu Yi were just an ordinary family, perhaps they could have had such a peaceful life long ago.

Not long after Shun’er finished his milk, he lay on Chu Yi, yawned, and fell asleep.

Chu Yi carefully carried him to the cradle that had been placed by the bed, covered him with the prepared bedding, then turned and hugged Sheng Qianheng.

He tilted his head up slightly and kissed Sheng Qianheng’s lips. “How wonderful it would be if it could always be like this.”

Sheng Qianheng cupped the back of Chu Yi’s neck and deepened the kiss, only releasing him after a silvery thread trickled from the corner of his lips.

The two of them looked at each other, both a little overwhelmed by their emotions. The room was already filled with the scents of Zhuǎnrìlián and Danshen, intertwined…

Chu Yi reached out and tugged on Sheng Qianheng’s lapels, his chest heaving. Perhaps because his hands were trembling slightly, he failed several times.

Sheng Qianheng immediately reached out and caught his wrist, shaking his head. “A-Yi, you mustn’t! Your body hasn’t recovered yet…”