Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 32

Chapter 32

For a moment, Chu Yi didn’t know how to react other than to sigh. He hadn’t even had time to digest this sudden mpreg setting…

He had indeed prepared himself for a life without children ever since he became aware of his sexual orientation. But even if he were to have a child, he had only ever considered adopting one.

He inadvertently looked up and saw a figure in the doorway. He couldn’t help but worry that the walls had ears. If his words were overheard and reported to Sheng Qianheng, it would be evidence for a crime punishable by a thousand cuts, leaving no intact corpse.

He had Lianfang go and see who was standing at the entrance of the bedchamber.

Hearing Lianfang’s approaching footsteps, Sheng Qianheng stepped into the bedchamber. He looked at Chu Yi’s clothes, which had yet to be changed, and asked, “Why haven’t you changed your clothes yet? Are you waiting for Zhen to change them for you?”

Chu Yi hurriedly stood up and stood properly. He felt uneasy, and his right eyelid twitched inappropriately. Could Sheng Qianheng have heard his complaint about not wanting children?

“I’ll change now…”

Lianfang was about to help Chu Yi change, but Sheng Qianheng raised his hand and dismissed everyone.

Chu Yi subtly glanced up at Sheng Qianheng and saw his solemn expression. Seeing him slowly approach, he could only raise his hands, untie his belt, and take off the eunuch’s uniform.

“Why did you suddenly come to my Jingyang Palace? Weren’t you busy reviewing memorials?”

Sheng Qianheng pinched the pad of Chu Yi’s thumb and said directly, “I saw that you seemed very worried about the matter of heirs in Yangxin Hall, so I came to see you…”

Chu Yi’s heart seemed to skip a beat. Sheng Qianheng had indeed heard his words.

He held Sheng Qianheng’s hand back, his own trembling unconsciously. He asked tentatively, “A-Heng, what if I don’t want to give birth?”

Sheng Qianheng was silent for a moment. He reached out to help Chu Yi take off the eunuch’s uniform and whispered, “Why are you unwilling? Is it because you’re afraid? Or because you don’t…”

Chu Yi immediately interrupted the next word that was about to come out of Sheng Qianheng’s mouth. He rested his forehead on Sheng Qianheng’s shoulder and said in a muffled voice, “Who in the world wouldn’t want to have a child with their partner… But even for a woman, childbirth is like stepping one foot into the gates of hell. I am just a Zhongyong. I’m afraid… afraid that I won’t be able to accompany you for a lifetime…”

Chu Yi had roughly flipped through the palace regulations book. It said that a Zhongyong’s womb was underdeveloped, and even if they got pregnant, it would be difficult to carry the baby to term. He could hardly imagine what would happen in the case of a difficult birth in ancient times, with its extremely poor medical technology.

Besides, he wasn’t lying to Sheng Qianheng. He was just genuinely afraid of an accident.

Chu Yi’s body trembled slightly. Sheng Qianheng gently soothed the back of his neck and looked down at the top of his head. “A-Yi, if you’re afraid, then we won’t have a child. It’s fine… In the future, if there’s anything you’re unwilling to do, you can just tell me directly. I am the emperor. No one can force you except me.”

Chu Yi’s eyes were vacant, his thoughts jumbled. Why was Sheng Qianheng so indulgent with him? Was it because he loved him? He had never truly felt it… All he felt was the coercion and temptation of imperial power…

But if he didn’t love him, then why did Sheng Qianheng become so angry every time he saw someone else have the slightest contact with him?

Perhaps, in the end, it was nothing more than a sense of possessiveness…

He compromised a step and said, “A-Heng, when I’ve resolved my inner conflict one day… we’ll have a child then, okay?”

Chu Yi looked up, stood slightly on his tiptoes, and placed a kiss on Sheng Qianheng’s lips, his gaze fixed on Sheng Qianheng’s slightly reddened eyes.

In a moment, Sheng Qianheng leaned down and stole Chu Yi’s breath away.

This was a kiss with a hint of punishment. The tip of his tongue drove straight in, as if wanting to explore every inch of his mouth.

The palm pressed against his lower back tightened, pulling Chu Yi into his embrace. Sheng Qianheng panted slightly and whispered, “Kiss me.”

Chu Yi had always passively received Sheng Qianheng’s demands. If he were to take the initiative, he was at a loss for a moment. He bit the corner of his lip, looked up slightly at Sheng Qianheng’s thin lips, and slowly pressed against them.

Gently, he bit and ground.

He raised his hands to wrap around Sheng Qianheng’s neck, making him lower his head to be closer to him. “A-Heng, a kiss… we have to do it together… Besides, I don’t know how to kiss either…”

Sheng Qianheng stared at Chu Yi’s flushed cheeks and earlobes, directly lifted him by the waist, and placed him on the bed. “Do you know what I’m thinking right now?”

Chu Yi shook his head. “I don’t know…”

Sheng Qianheng gently stroked Chu Yi’s sideburns, kissed his eyes, and said, “I’m thinking, if you were already pregnant right now, would you be willing to not have this child?”

It was as if Chu Yi had a thousand words stuck in his throat, but he couldn’t utter a single one. At this moment, he was certain that Sheng Qianheng had heard everything he had said just now. That was why he was so clearly testing him now.

“You heard everything when you were standing outside just now, didn’t you?”

Sheng Qianheng: “Yes…”

Chu Yi unconsciously avoided Sheng Qianheng’s gaze and stammered, “A-Heng, I don’t want to hurt your feelings… The matter of a child is just not in my plans for now. If he comes, I…”

The scent of Zhuǎnrìlián had originally been gently lingering around the two of them. But at some point, a hint of bitterness seemed to have seeped into the floral fragrance, faint yet making one’s heart tremble slightly.

After smelling the abnormality, Chu Yi lowered his eyes slightly, retracting his gaze from the distance. But unexpectedly, what he saw was Sheng Qianheng’s eyes, filled with glistening tears. He was instantly flustered and asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Sheng Qianheng stood up, not wanting Chu Yi to see. His voice was low. “It’s nothing. Sand got in my eyes.”

Chu Yi took Sheng Qianheng’s palm, moved in front of him, and raised a hand to wipe away the tear at the corner of his eye with his thumb. “We’re both inside. Where did the sand come from…”

Sheng Qianheng deliberately threw a small tantrum, pushing away Chu Yi’s hand. “If I say it’s sand, then it’s sand that got in my eyes!”

“Alright, we’ll listen to our Your Majesty.” Chu Yi sighed. In the gaps of time he was unaware of, Sheng Qianheng’s every move also affected his thoughts. “You just asked me if I would be willing to not have the child if he had already come. If he really came, do I look like that kind of heartless person?”

Sheng Qianheng tried his best to suppress the curve of his lips and sobbed, “Don’t think you can just coax me with a few casual words… Do you know how much my heart ached when I heard you outside just now?”

Chu Yi: “How much did it hurt?”

Sheng Qianheng: “It hurt a lot!”

After several days of confinement, Chu Yi’s restriction was lifted. However, he still lay lazily in Jingyang Palace, with no intention of escaping for the time being.

Ever since he had discussed the matter of heirs with him, Sheng Qianheng seemed to be in a good mood and had stayed in his Jingyang Palace for several days in a row.

Fortunately, he hadn’t pestered Chu Yi to do it, otherwise Chu Yi would have to worry constantly about whether he would really get pregnant.

Only after having Lianfang take his pulse these past few days to confirm there was no pregnancy pulse did Chu Yi secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

He silently prayed, Child, please find a good family to be reincarnated into!

Perhaps because he had nothing to do, Chu Yi recalled the disgusting merchant from the Flower-Filled Pavilion that day.

That person had said he was the Imperial Censor. These past few days, the idle gossip in the palace also seemed to mention that the Imperial Censor had proposed the selection of consorts.

Was the broad-shouldered man in Yangxin Hall that day that disgusting merchant?

Moshu, who had been out gathering intelligence, happened to enter the bedchamber to report, “Your Ladyship, the Imperial Censor seems to be the person we met in the Flower-Filled Pavilion… He has one main wife and countless concubines, and is debauched beyond measure…”

Chu Yi hadn’t wanted to bother with matters that didn’t affect his survival. But since that person had submitted a memorial for the selection of consorts, which would affect his position in this harem, he couldn’t be blamed for being merciless.

He changed into a little eunuch’s uniform again and swaggered toward Yangxin Hall.

Sheng Qianheng had some free time today and had already ordered someone to prepare the palanquin to go to Jingyang Palace. He happened to run right into the disguised Chu Yi.

He propped his hand on the palanquin, his fingertips tapping lightly. “Which palace’s little eunuch are you?”

Chu Yi looked up and met Sheng Qianheng’s eyes. “Jingyang Palace’s.”

Head Eunuch Liu was on leave today. The little eunuch accompanying him didn’t recognize Chu Yi and thought he was just an ill-mannered little eunuch. He warned, “Seeing His Majesty, and you still don’t kowtow!”

Chu Yi looked at the unfamiliar little eunuch with a shocked expression, then looked at Sheng Qianheng for help. Unexpectedly, Sheng Qianheng said, “The little eunuchs of Jingyang Palace are indeed quite presumptuous!”

Chu Yi gave a cold smile. It was his fault for not wanting to wear the cumbersome consort’s attire and putting on this eunuch’s uniform instead.

He had no choice but to kowtow and pay his respects. “May Your Majesty have ten thousand fortunes and golden peace.”

Sheng Qianheng: “Rise.”

After getting up, Chu Yi turned and walked away!

Sheng Qianheng, on the other hand, got off the palanquin, followed closely behind, and grabbed Chu Yi’s wrist. “What are you trying to do with this disguise today?”

Chu Yi “tsked,” then glared at Sheng Qianheng. “Your Majesty, this servant still has to go back to Jingyang Palace to serve Consort Hui.”

Sheng Qianheng knew he had angered Chu Yi. He leaned down, slipped his arms under his knees, and picked him up, walking all the way back to Yangxin Hall.

The accompanying little eunuch was dumbfounded, thinking that Jingyang Palace had produced a servant who had climbed the dragon and attached himself to the phoenix. Wouldn’t Consort Hui be angered to death?

After struggling for a while, Chu Yi gave up as Sheng Qianheng still held him firmly.

“Your Majesty, are you not afraid of gaining the title of a fatuous ruler? Actually carrying a little eunuch.”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head. “What’s there to be afraid of? What if Zhen enfeoffs another consort?”

Chu Yi smelled the scent on Sheng Qianheng and felt very agitated. After arguing with him for a long time, he was finally allowed to get down.

He walked slowly, with Sheng Qianheng following far behind him.

Unexpectedly, he ran into the disgusting merchant at a corner…

Chu Yi was in a eunuch’s uniform. The merchant berated, “Which little eunuch is so ill-mannered as to bump into this official?”

Chu Yi smelled the scent on the merchant and felt disgusted. His stomach instantly churned as if the seas were overturning. He couldn’t even speak before he started to dry heave.

The merchant immediately grabbed Chu Yi’s collar. In a moment, he recognized him. “Yo, the little beauty from the Flower-Filled Pavilion? Don’t you like the xìnxiāng on me? I was just thinking that day that I hadn’t had a taste of you!”

Sheng Qianheng had just caught up with Chu Yi when he saw his pale face being held by the collar by the Imperial Censor.

He said coldly, “My man. What is my beloved Minister Lu doing?”