Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 20

Chapter 20: The Secret Room

Chu Yi quickly jabbed the person behind him with his elbow. As the person stumbled back, he swiftly tried to run toward the entrance he came from.

The person stood up and pressed a mechanism to close the door. Seeing the entrance quickly blocked, Chu Yi could only tell Lianfang and Moshu to go back quickly and try their best to conceal his escape.

Chu Yi figured that if there was a mechanism to block the door, there must be one to open it.

He covered his front with his hands, slowly turned to face the person, and, with the faint light, managed to make out that it seemed to be Sheng Qianheng.

However, this Sheng Qianheng had disheveled hair and seemed to have a lot of stubble.

Chu Yi wasn’t sure. He opened his mouth and asked softly, “Sheng Qianheng?”

Sheng Qianheng pressed a mechanism to lock another door that no one usually knew about, then turned to face this sudden intruder.

He had been tormented by his Passion Tide Period these past few days, and to his surprise, it was more unbearable than in previous years.

Therefore, he had to lock himself in this secret room. He was just about to get through his Passion Tide Period…

He raised his crimson eyes and stared intently at the already tattered Chu Yi. The moment he heard Chu Yi’s voice, an uncontrollable desire surged between his teeth.

He walked toward Chu Yi step by step until he stopped in front of him.

Only now was Chu Yi certain it wasn’t his imagination. This room was indeed filled with the unique floral scent of Sheng Qianheng.

When Sheng Qianheng stepped into the sunlight streaming from the only window in the room, he finally saw that Sheng Qianheng’s face was bound with an iron mask.

The mask was not what Chu Yi had imagined. It seemed that Sheng Qianheng’s mouth was also gagged with an iron ball, forcing him to keep his mouth open.

Intuition told Chu Yi that Sheng Qianheng’s current state was not like usual; instead, he was more like a wild beast.

He swallowed nervously. The moment Sheng Qianheng stood before him, he looked up into his eyes and asked again, “Sheng Qianheng, what… what’s wrong with you?”

Sheng Qianheng couldn’t speak because of the device on his face. By the time he wanted to reply, he realized that he had let Chu Yi see him in such a sorry state.

He quickly turned his back and squatted down, trying to hide himself.

Although Chu Yi was terrified by Sheng Qianheng’s appearance, he had no way to retreat. He could only step forward to check on him.

He walked up to Sheng Qianheng, saw the strap tied at the back of his head, and untied it.

The sound of the mask hitting the floor was loud, even a bit jarring. Chu Yi couldn’t imagine how heavy it was.

He slowly squatted down, placed a hand on Sheng Qianheng’s head, and gently stroked it. “A-Heng, what’s wrong with you?”

Sheng Qianheng let the mask fall to the floor. His crimson eyes seemed to glow red. The moment he saw Chu Yi squat down, he immediately pushed him to the ground.

He straddled Chu Yi, gasping for air.

His body had already captured Chu Yi’s xìnxiāng. The restlessness that had been suppressed for days seemed to ignite at this moment. He leaned down and bit into Chu Yi’s gland, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

Chu Yi was pinned to the ground by Sheng Qianheng. The moment the back of his neck was bitten, he felt like a fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others…

He could neither push away the Sheng Qianheng before him nor wake him up. He could only call out Sheng Qianheng’s courtesy name over and over again.

“Nianqing, it hurts…”

“Nianqing, wake up, it’s me, Chu Yi…”

“Sheng Nianqing…”

The moment Sheng Qianheng regained his senses, he realized something was wrong.

He looked up at Chu Yi’s vacant eyes and called his name softly, “A-Yi, wake up… Chu Yi…”

Chu Yi didn’t know when he had woken up. He only knew that when his thoughts returned, he was being held tightly in Sheng Qianheng’s arms.

His vision was blurry with tears. He said coldly, “It hurts… Sheng Nianqing…”

Sheng Qianheng knew that he had no control during his Passion Tide Period, so he had ordered a craftsman to make this mask to avoid hurting anyone.

But today, he had actually hurt his own Kunze, hurt Chu Yi.

He leaned down and kissed away the tears at the corners of Chu Yi’s eyes, whispering, “I’m sorry…”

He carried Chu Yi out of the secret room through the passage and back to Yangxin Hall, immediately summoning the imperial physician.

After Imperial Physician Xu finished applying medicine and bandaging Chu Yi’s wound, he gave the maids some instructions.

Seeing that Sheng Qianheng was not in a good state, he also took his pulse. “Your Majesty, the Passion Tide Period has passed smoothly. But this old subject has something to say, though I am unsure if it is appropriate…”

Sheng Qianheng’s thoughts were all on Chu Yi; he had no time to worry about himself. “Speak quickly.”

Imperial Physician Xu: “Your Majesty, now that you have formed a mark with Consort Hui, a Qianyuan with a Kunze will have a different Passion Tide Period than before. Forcibly suppressing it will damage the foundation of your body. Your Majesty must take care of your dragon body. There is another matter. If Her Ladyship does not help Your Majesty relieve your Passion Tide Period for a long time, the Qianyuan may develop a seeking-mate syndrome… Your Majesty, none of the past sovereigns of our dynasty have ever had seeking-mate syndrome…”

Sheng Qianheng: “Zhen understands. You may withdraw.”

After his wound was bandaged, Chu Yi fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, Sheng Qianheng was like a wolf, tiger, or leopard, wanting to tear him to pieces…

In the dream, he was still the Prince Regent who intended to rebel. Sheng Qianheng let him collude with the rebels, then captured him and the rebels together.

Sheng Qianheng personally took a knife and cut off his limbs one by one. Blood flowed freely, dyeing the ground beneath him red…

When he woke up with a start, his forehead was covered in sweat. Chu Yi sat on the bed, hugging himself helplessly.

Tears fell like a broken string of pearls, hitting the quilt like soybeans and leaving small marks.

Sheng Qianheng, who had been reviewing the memorials that had piled up for days, immediately noticed that Chu Yi was awake. He stood up and quickly walked to the bed to sit down.

Just as he raised his hand to comfort Chu Yi, he was dodged.

The bloodstains on the gauze wrapped around Chu Yi’s neck gradually deepened. His heart ached.

Sheng Qianheng knew that Chu Yi was terrified, and it was his fault.

He slowly released his xìnxiāng. Seeing Chu Yi gradually relax, he reached out and patted his back, coaxing, “Did you have a nightmare?”

The scent of Zhuǎnrìlián gradually brought Chu Yi back from his terror. But the moment he looked at Sheng Qianheng, his pupils unconsciously dilated. He scrambled back until his back hit the headboard, with nowhere else to go.

“Don’t come near me…”

Sheng Qianheng felt that Chu Yi’s fear was excessive. He stood up and took several steps back. “I won’t come near…”

The floral scent gradually calmed Chu Yi’s emotions. He slowly looked up at Sheng Qianheng, his gaze instantly drawn to the lower lip that Sheng Qianheng had bitten until it bled.

“Sheng Qianheng, you’re bleeding.”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head and gave a faint smile. “It’s nothing. Did you have a nightmare?”

“I… you…” Chu Yi looked at the Sheng Qianheng before him and quickly separated him from the person in his dream. He covered the wound on his neck and then continued, “Sheng Qianheng, why do you keep biting my neck? It’s useless!”

Just as Sheng Qianheng was about to turn around, he was stopped by Chu Yi. He slowly walked forward, his gaze falling on the gauze wrapped around Chu Yi’s neck.

He had just passed his Passion Tide Period. To him, Chu Yi was like a good medicine that could soothe his restless emotions, but also arouse a desire that he could barely suppress…

In Chu Yi’s eyes, he was still a Zhongyong who was not controlled by xìnxiāng. Biting his gland was useless in his eyes. Perhaps he shouldn’t have hidden Chu Yi’s identity as a Kunze in the first place. But how could he tell him now? Since he had already hidden it, he had no choice but to continue hiding it.

Chu Yi took a deep breath and moved closer to the edge of the bed. Only then did he notice the marks left by the mask on Sheng Qianheng’s cheeks.

He didn’t understand why Sheng Qianheng seemed to have become a different person in that secret room. Could it be that he was really like a beast? Did “tyrant” mean tearing and biting people, drinking blood? A vampire? And that unique mask Sheng Qianheng wore?

His thoughts were a mess; he couldn’t make sense of it.

It wasn’t until his gaze was drawn to a sudden wet spot on the quilt that Chu Yi looked up at Sheng Qianheng. He was actually crying silently.

Chu Yi was instantly flustered. He wiped away Sheng Qianheng’s tears with the pad of his thumb and asked, “You’re the one who bit me. I haven’t even had a chance to feel wronged, and you’re the one crying?”

Sheng Qianheng had rarely cried since meeting Chu Yi. He knew that crying was useless; no one would pity an abandoned child from the Cold Palace.

He could only turn all the grievances and humiliation he had suffered into the driving force to move forward.

But today’s loss of control had hurt Chu Yi. “I’m sorry… will you leave me?”

Chu Yi had always been soft-hearted. He wanted to change this flaw, but how could he not be moved when Sheng Qianheng was squatting before him, crying his heart out?

He sighed and said slowly, “I won’t… Why are you always worried that I’ll leave? Is there something about me that makes you feel insecure? I haven’t even settled the score with you for hurting me…”

Sheng Qianheng hadn’t expected to be crying silently either. His vision was blurry with tears. He wanted to look into Chu Yi’s eyes but couldn’t see clearly.

“It’s my fault. These past few days, in order not to hurt anyone, I locked myself in that secret room… But why did you appear there?”

Chu Yi unconsciously wrinkled his nose, knelt up, and reached out to wipe away Sheng Qianheng’s tears, feeling extremely guilty. “Sheng Qianheng, what’s wrong with you? Why were you wearing that strange mask?”

Sheng Qianheng tried to read something from Chu Yi’s face, but he seemed genuinely worried about him. “That mask is to prevent me from biting myself and others… But you took it off so easily.”

“I just saw that you were uncomfortable wearing it.” Chu Yi’s thumb caressed the marks left on Sheng Qianheng’s cheek. “I never thought that after taking it off, you would be like that…”

Sheng Qianheng looked at the bleeding gauze on Chu Yi’s neck, then turned to get the ointment prepared on the desk. “Let me change the gauze for you, okay?”

Chu Yi felt as if he was about to have PTSD. Sheng Qianheng had bitten his neck twice. He really didn’t understand what kind of fetish this was. He raised his hand and loosened the gauze wrapped around his neck. Seeing the blood, he couldn’t help but shiver.

Only after Sheng Qianheng had changed the gauze for him did Chu Yi breathe a sigh of relief.

The two of them faced each other in silence. Chu Yi’s gaze unconsciously fell on the dried blood on Sheng Qianheng’s lips. He leaned in and reached out to touch those thin lips.

The dried blood had turned dark. He gently scraped it off with his nail. The sound of Sheng Qianheng swallowing by his ear made him feel a little hot…

He quickly sat back in his original position, awkwardly stroking his sideburns. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about it again!”

Ever since he had been intimate with Chu Yi, Sheng Qianheng had never shied away from his desires.

If he wanted it, he would do it. He nodded affirmatively.