Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 7

Chapter 7: Marking the Gland

Chu Yi feigned a calm smile, took Sheng Qianheng’s hand to lift the veil past his eyes, and looked directly into his. “Does Your Majesty not believe this subject?”

Sheng Qianheng didn’t intend to make things difficult for Chu Yi; he simply didn’t want the only person close to him to leave. “How could I not? Zhen just wanted to remind my beloved consort that the wedding is imminent. It would be best to behave.”

Chu Yi couldn’t see clearly through the red veil, but he could vaguely detect a hint of warning in the other’s words. He took off the veil and handed it back to the maidservant. “Your Majesty, this subject will naturally know my place…”

A single glance at the wedding attire revealed it was meticulously crafted by the palace’s finest embroiderers. It was a pity that the person who would wear it was not marrying the one their heart delighted in.

Chu Yi couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret. When he looked back at Sheng Qianheng, their eyes unexpectedly met.

Sheng Qianheng lowered his gaze, took up his brush, and finalized the title and rank on the imperial edict. Then he spoke, “Chu Yi, do you have someone you love?”

Chu Yi froze. He had just been standing beside the tyrant, grinding ink for him. “This subject has never had anyone I loved before…”

The moment he said it, he regretted it. He should have just said he loved Sheng Qianheng, even if they both knew it was a lie.

Sheng Qianheng hadn’t expected this answer. “You don’t have to lie to Zhen…”

“In the past, I was always by Your Majesty’s side. This subject had almost no leisure time to consider matters of the heart.” Chu Yi was telling the truth. The book never mentioned whether he had a secret love, male or female. “What this subject says is true.”

After writing down the title, Sheng Qianheng grabbed Chu Yi’s wrist, looked into his eyes, and demanded, “If you have no one you love, why have you repeatedly tried to flee the palace?”

Chu Yi subconsciously swallowed. As expected, the tyrant had noticed…

“Your Majesty, this subject has not…”

Sheng Qianheng let out a soft chuckle. “Someone, bring it in.”

Chu Yi stared at the eunuch’s uniform presented by the maidservant. He now understood that he was being watched. There must be an informant in Jingyang Palace.

He should have realized it sooner. How could a tyrant who controlled everything not have people watching him?

He smiled faintly. “What is Your Majesty’s meaning in this?”

Sheng Qianheng: “It was found in your bedchamber. Don’t you recognize it?”

Chu Yi couldn’t decipher Sheng Qianheng’s tone for a moment. Who was the informant in Jingyang Palace? Ruotao?

“Which little eunuch’s clothes are these?”

Sheng Qianheng’s hand, gripping Chu Yi’s wrist, tightened slightly. He lowered his gaze to the blue veins that bulged slightly under the pressure. With a sharp tug, he pulled Chu Yi into his arms and spoke in a low voice by his earlobe, “But it seems that your scent is on those clothes…”

A chill ran down Chu Yi’s spine in an instant. Perhaps it was because Sheng Qianheng was deliberately lowering his voice, and his breath happened to fall on the side of his neck, but he suddenly had the illusion of being pounced on by a hungry wolf.

“Your Majesty, isn’t it only natural for a little eunuch who serves this subject to be stained with my scent?”

Sheng Qianheng naturally knew Chu Yi was acting, just gambling on whether he would believe him.

He detested people who told casual lies, yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate Chu Yi.

“How close would one have to be to be contaminated with such a strong scent? Or perhaps, closer than Zhen?”

Chu Yi truly couldn’t stand Sheng Qianheng’s oppressive atmosphere. He turned slightly to the side and sighed, “Your Majesty, if you don’t believe this subject, are you going to resort to torture to extract a confession? Are you going to choke this subject again like last time?”

Sheng Qianheng released his hand. The finger marks on Chu Yi’s wrist were exceptionally clear. “That is not Zhen’s intention.”

Chu Yi rubbed his wrist, his head bowed. “Then what is Your Majesty’s intention?”

Sheng Qianheng was at a loss for words. Seeing Chu Yi’s low spirits, he slowly released his xìnxiāng to soothe him.

The scent of Zhuǎnrìlián slowly enveloped Chu Yi. Seeing that Sheng Qianheng wasn’t speaking, he turned and walked to the wedding robe, asking in return, “Then does Your Majesty love this subject?”

Sheng Qianheng’s gaze followed Chu Yi. This was a question he couldn’t answer either…

“It is enough for you to stay by Zhen’s side.”

In the vast Yangxin Hall, there was almost no sound apart from their conversation.

“Then is Your Majesty willing to trap this subject in this deep palace, never to leave for all eternity?”

Chu Yi didn’t know why he dared to question Sheng Qianheng like this.

Perhaps his subconscious always felt that this tyrant wasn’t actually that tyrannical. If he didn’t think about that time he was nearly choked to death…

Sheng Qianheng was rendered speechless by the question. This imperial palace was like a deep cage that had imprisoned him for twenty-two years before he reached his current position. Chu Yi had supported him all the way, so he had naturally assumed Chu Yi would not leave.

He just wanted to keep one person…

Back then, he couldn’t keep his mother. Now, he had to hold on to Chu Yi, no matter the means!

Before Sheng Qianheng even realized it, his xìnxiāng had already rushed toward Chu Yi.

“Try on this wedding robe. If it doesn’t fit, I’ll have the embroiderers alter it.”

Chu Yi raised his hand to pick up the robe, but the next moment, he felt his entire body go soft. He seemed to smell that faint incense on Sheng Qianheng again, yet he was standing several steps away from him.

Could Sheng Qianheng have drugged me? With some kind of instant knockout powder?

He turned and glared at Sheng Qianheng. What a petty man!

Sheng Qianheng, having been glared at for no reason, simply averted his gaze and sat back down on the dragon throne.

Chu Yi’s legs were truly weak, and he couldn’t stand steadily. He propped himself up on the tray held by the maidservant. “Your Majesty, this subject is not feeling well. May I be excused?”

Sheng Qianheng’s peripheral vision caught Chu Yi’s hand brushing against the maidservant’s fingertips. It was a trivial, almost unnoticeable detail. But in Sheng Qianheng’s eyes, it seemed like a grave crime.

He strode to Chu Yi’s side and took his hand, holding it in his palm. “Chu Yi, I want your eyes and your heart to be filled with only Zhen!”

Chu Yi’s thoughts gradually slowed. He looked up at Sheng Qianheng’s tightly furrowed brow. “Isn’t Your Majesty being a bit too tyrannical? Your Majesty has never even admitted to loving this subject.”

Sheng Qianheng took a deep breath, only now realizing that his xìnxiāng was affecting Chu Yi. At this moment, Chu Yi was unconsciously releasing his own xìnxiāng.

He immediately dismissed everyone. “All of you, withdraw.”

Sheng Qianheng raised a hand, intending to pull open the collar of Chu Yi’s clothes to check his gland, but his hand was caught by Chu Yi.

Chu Yi stared at the tyrant with a look of terror. That night had indeed left some rather unpleasant impressions…

Sheng Qianheng: “Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”

Chu Yi only felt that the moment Sheng Qianheng drew near, the dizziness intensified. He steadied himself by holding onto the tyrant. “Dizzy…”

Imperial Physician Xu had specifically instructed him before that someone like Chu Yi, who had differentiated due to external forces, would be exceptionally sensitive to xìnxiāng. He would only gradually stabilize after experiencing at least three Rain and Dew Periods.

And the fact that Sheng Qianheng was able to relieve his passion during the outbreak of his Rain and Dew Period without forming a permanent mark showed that the compatibility between them was not low.

In other words, Sheng Qianheng’s xìnxiāng was no different from an aphrodisiac to Chu Yi…

Sheng Qianheng always lost control of his temper and his xìnxiāng in front of Chu Yi, and he himself didn’t know why.

“Shall I help you?”

Chu Yi found that sentence strangely familiar but couldn’t recall from where.

He took a few steps back. “How does Your Majesty intend to help?”

Sheng Qianheng chose his words carefully before speaking. “Is the back of your neck slightly hot? Shall I take a look for you?”

Only with Sheng Qianheng’s prompting did Chu Yi realize that the heat was indeed coming from the back of his neck. He raised a hand and pulled his collar open slightly. “It is a bit hot…”

He slowly turned around, pulling the collar of his clothes open a little more. “See if I’m having an allergic reaction.”

Just as Sheng Qianheng had thought, Chu Yi’s gland was flushed red, different from how it was during his Rain and Dew Period.

At this moment, the gland was a faint lotus-pink, and the surrounding blood vessels seemed to be pulsing faintly. The light scent of his xìnxiāng drifted to Sheng Qianheng’s nose.

He lowered his head slightly and placed a light kiss on the gland.

The moment Chu Yi felt it, his entire body stiffened. He had never thought of the back of his neck as a sensitive area before. But now, Sheng Qianheng’s small gesture sent a tingling numbness through his entire body.

“Your Majesty… are you done?”

Sheng Qianheng held his breath for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was almost unsteady. “Not yet… It might hurt a little… bear with it.”

Chu Yi was about to turn around when Sheng Qianheng’s hand forced his neck to tilt up slightly. He felt Sheng Qianheng’s breath on the heated spot on his nape, and a sense of discomfort arose. His already muddled thoughts instantly lost the ability to think.

He didn’t feel any pain and slowly said, “It doesn’t hurt…”

The next second, he felt Sheng Qianheng’s kisses gradually become tinged with lust. His sharp teeth would occasionally grind against the back of his neck. Chu Yi felt that illusion of being pounced on by a hungry wolf deepen.

Sheng Qianheng’s breathing by his ear grew heavier, causing his own breathing to become labored. His Adam’s apple bobbed weakly, and his vision began to blur. Chu Yi felt his legs grow weaker, forcing him to lean against Sheng Qianheng behind him, as if entrusting his entire being to him…

The moment Sheng Qianheng bit down, the taste of blood filled his mouth. His own Passion Tide Period, which had been on the verge of erupting, became almost impossible to suppress.

The instant Chu Yi felt the pain in the back of his neck, his thoughts returned for a moment. He mumbled, “It hurts… mm…”

Sheng Qianheng knew that for a first marking, he must have been too rough. The base instincts of a Kunze were almost impossible to suppress.

His xìnxiāng slowly flowed into the gland. Only after the marking was complete did Sheng Qianheng reluctantly place one last kiss.

After licking away all traces of blood from the gland, he looked up at Chu Yi’s flushed earlobe and, in that instant, took it into his mouth.

Chu Yi felt as if everything before him was a white haze. He didn’t know when his clothes had become damp… His body felt as if it were completely controlled by Sheng Qianheng!

He could neither dodge nor break free from Sheng Qianheng’s restraint. He could only complain in a low voice, “A-Heng, it hurts…”

(Reviewer, please be lenient. It’s only above the neck…)

Only then did Sheng Qianheng calm down. He closed his eyes and took a long time to quell the turmoil within him.

Chu Yi’s mind was much clearer now. He covered the back of his neck and turned around, staring at Sheng Qianheng with pressed lips, not saying a word.

The moment Sheng Qianheng opened his eyes, Chu Yi precisely let a single tear fall. “A-Heng, you bit me and it hurts…”

The impulse he had just suppressed was almost broken. Sheng Qianheng raised a hand to caress Chu Yi’s cheek. “I’ll be more careful next time?”

There’s a next time? Chu Yi thought. Does this tyrant have some kind of biting fetish?

But since Sheng Qianheng was being so affectionate now, it was for the best. He rubbed his cheek slightly against the tyrant’s palm and lowered his eyes, feigning grievance. “A-Heng, you were so scary just now. Be gentler next time, okay?”

Translator’s Notes

1. Zhuǎnrìlián: This appears to be a fictional plant name, likely Sheng Qianheng’s xìnxiāng scent. It literally translates to “Sun-Turning Lotus.”