Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 82

Chapter 82

Lu Wenhan died suddenly, and the crisis of Da Mo was solved.

Chu Yi rested for two days and wanted to return to Qianlin, but Sheng Qianheng was very unwilling.

He wrapped his arms around Chu Yi’s waist, bit lightly on the back of his neck, and said, “A-Yi, will you come back?”

Chu Yi had originally wanted to break free, but Sheng Qianheng’s tone was full of dejection. He looked at Sheng Qianheng, who had not been able to sleep well these past few days, and the dark circles under his eyes were alarming. His heart ached.

He really hadn’t figured out whether he should be the Empress of Da Mo or not, but he was also very worried after not seeing Shun’er for several days.

He caressed Sheng Qianheng’s eyes and said slowly, “Shun’er is still in Qianlin. Are you willing to leave him behind?”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head. Shun’er was his and Chu Yi’s child. He naturally loved him very much. “A-Yi, I moved the capital this time because I knew you didn’t like this harem. In the future, if you’re idle and bored, you can just call for a carriage and go to Qianlin to see your older brother…”

Chu Yi had never thought that the reason for Sheng Qianheng’s move of the capital was this. He was a little surprised.

Between the two of them, he had always been the one to escape, the one to distance himself from Sheng Qianheng.

He also couldn’t say what he was afraid of. He was afraid that the emperor would ultimately be heartless and extremely cold.

But Sheng Qianheng had treated him to the extreme.

He was afraid that Sheng Qianheng would have three palaces and six courtyards, and in the end, he would be abandoned.

But Sheng Qianheng’s harem now only had him.

As for the matter of Ruotao, it would be clear in the future.

After a long thought, Chu Yi stood on his tiptoes slightly and took Sheng Qianheng’s lips. “My body is not well, and Shun’er is still young. I’m afraid Shun’er can’t take such a long journey…”

Sheng Qianheng’s eyes suddenly lit up. He held Chu Yi tightly, on the verge of tears. “A-Yi, I will not fail you!”

Chu Yi let out a soft laugh. He patted Sheng Qianheng’s back, as if coaxing Shun’er. “You’ve been busy dealing with Lu Wenhan these past two days and haven’t had a full night’s sleep. Is there anything else important to deal with today?”

Sheng Qianheng took Chu Yi’s hand and stood before the desk in the imperial study, flipping through the already opened memorials. After confirming that there were no major matters, he continued to hold Chu Yi. “They are all irrelevant matters.”

Chu Yi nodded. He rubbed Sheng Qianheng’s hair. “Shall I sleep with you for a while?”

Sheng Qianheng pressed his lips together. “No… way!”

Chu Yi sighed. He tugged on Sheng Qianheng’s earlobe and reprimanded, “What are you thinking about all day? I just saw that you were tired and wanted to catch up on sleep with you!”

Sheng Qianheng immediately leaned down, picked up Chu Yi, and ran toward the rear hall. He said foolishly, “It’s my fault. My mind is full of being intimate with you!”

After taking off their clothes, the two of them lay on the bed, hugging each other to sleep.

Ruotao had gone through a thousand hardships to give birth to a prince, but she had never expected that she couldn’t even get Sheng Qianheng to come.

It had been nearly five days since the little prince was born, but Sheng Qianheng didn’t care at all. He had never set foot in her hall, let alone the matter of her being able to be promoted after giving birth to a prince.

She lay on the bed, looking at her son, who was sleeping soundly in the cradle, and only felt a terrible headache.

How on earth could she get Sheng Qianheng to look at him more?

The maid serving Ruotao pushed open the door, walked to the bed, and reported the news she had spied on one by one.

Ruotao’s eyes suddenly turned crimson. She threw the soft pillow on the bed.

She roared, “He came to seduce His Majesty again? Didn’t he already leave? Why did he come back? Did you see that he still has a child in his belly?”

The maid shook her head.

She estimated the dates. Chu Yi’s pregnancy should only be a few dozen days more than hers. She had had a premature birth because of the bumpy journey to move the capital.

But Chu Yi’s belly was already flat. Could it be that he had had a miscarriage long ago?

Excellent! Then her child would be the true eldest prince!

She laughed out loud. “What a vixen. He’s just a man, and he still wants to compete with me! In terms of fertility, I am a woman. In the future, I will definitely be able to bear His Majesty his child again!”

Seeing this, the maid immediately reminded her, “Your Ladyship, you should be more careful. Don’t let others hear you!”

Chu Yi had heard that Ruotao had had a difficult labor a few days ago. Now that he had some free time, he thought of going to see her.

He was just standing at the door of Ruotao’s hall. The maid guarding the door had not yet had time to open it for him. He clearly heard Ruotao’s words.

If he hadn’t heard wrong, this child was indeed not Sheng Qianheng’s blood.

But for now, there was no solid evidence. He still needed to take it slow.

He pretended that nothing was wrong and entered the hall, slowly walking to the cradle to look at the newborn child.

Seeing Chu Yi come so quietly, Ruotao was a little guilty. She feigned a calm expression and said, “Greetings, Empress. Please forgive this concubine for not being able to get up and bow due to my poor health.”

Chu Yi felt a little uncomfortable with the title of Empress. He reached out and pinched the child’s little hand. “It’s fine. I heard you had a difficult labor. This Palace specially came to see you.”

Ruotao quickly sat up, staring at Chu Yi’s every move, deeply afraid that he would harm her child. “Thank you for Your Ladyship, the Empress’s concern. This concubine is already fine. It’s just that this child has made me suffer a lot… Didn’t Your Ladyship, the Empress, also get pregnant before? But now?”

Chu Yi was glad that Shun’er was still in Qianlin. If he had been left in this harem, he would probably have been plotted against.

He feigned a look of recalling a sad event. “How can this Palace have such good fortune as you?”

Ruotao’s guess was not wrong. She thought that even if Chu Yi was really pregnant, how could a Kunze give birth to a child alone without the comfort of a Qianyuan?

She couldn’t stop the corners of her lips from turning up. “Your Ladyship, don’t be sad. There will be more children in the future.”

Chu Yi glanced sideways at Ruotao’s triumphant look and only felt that he had misjudged her before.

He picked up the child and sniffed the scent on him.

The child born from the union of a Qianyuan and a Kunze would have a scent that was roughly a mixture of the two’s xìnxiāng.

But the scent on this child had no connection with Zhuǎnrìlián. He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, “Ruotao, what kind of scent is your xìnxiāng?”

Ruotao had not learned many characters since she was a child and naturally did not understand the matter of xìnxiāng. She only thought that Chu Yi had lost his child and was very fond of her child.

“This concubine does not know. It should be a floral scent.”

Chu Yi nodded. He coaxed the child for a while and then placed him back in the cradle.

She pretended to chat idly with Ruotao about parenting, but in reality, she got a lot of information.

After he left, he immediately ordered Moshu to go and check if there were any guards in this palace whose xìnxiāng was similar to a floral scent.

Chu Yi had originally wanted to return to Qianlin earlier, but with this hidden danger of Ruotao not yet eliminated, he really couldn’t feel at ease.

Sheng Qianheng had originally ordered people to secretly investigate the matter of Ruotao, but no matter what, he couldn’t find a single clue, as if someone was obstructing him from behind.

These past few days, he had some free time and investigated with Chu Yi again, barely finding an imperial guard.

Sheng Qianheng deliberately summoned Ruotao to wait in Yangxin Hall and then sent for the imperial guard.

On this day, Ruotao had deliberately put on makeup and perfume, thinking that if she could get Sheng Qianheng’s pity, she would surely be able to have a child.

She heard the sound of someone entering and thought it was Sheng Qianheng.

But when she looked up, it was actually her childhood sweetheart!

She immediately asked in a low voice, “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be patrolling the palaces?”

The imperial guard shook his head. He hadn’t even had time to explain when Ruotao continued, “Go quickly! Don’t let anyone see you!”

The imperial guard took Ruotao’s hand and said, “I have done nothing wrong. Why don’t you tell me when I can see the child?”

Ruotao didn’t know when Sheng Qianheng would arrive. She tried to break free from the hand that was holding hers and whispered, “Tonight. You can come quietly!”

The imperial guard: “Then you wait for me!”

Just as the two of them were being affectionate, Sheng Qianheng immediately entered the hall. Seeing the two of them pushing and shoving, he asked, “Zhen’s Daying and an imperial guard are being so indecorous. What is the meaning of this?”

The two of them immediately knelt and paid their respects.

Ruotao looked up and smiled faintly. “Your Majesty, this concubine has just given birth and my body has not fully recovered. I almost couldn’t stand steadily. Fortunately, this guard supported me, so I wasn’t injured.”

Sheng Qianheng raised an eyebrow, stared at the imperial guard, and asked, “Is that so?”

The imperial guard: “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Sheng Qianheng continued to press, “Daying Li, you may rise.”

Only then did Ruotao stand up. She wanted to step forward but saw Sheng Qianheng raise a hand to keep her at a distance. She could only lower her head and complain, “Your Majesty, the little prince has been born for several days, and you still haven’t given him a name…”

Sheng Qianheng seemed not to hear Ruotao’s words and instead asked the imperial guard, “What’s your name?”

The imperial guard: “My surname is Liu, and my given name is Qing.”

Sheng Qianheng immediately said, “Alright, Zhen has already thought of a name for the little prince!”

Ruotao immediately asked with concern, “Can you tell this concubine?”

Sheng Qianheng walked to the imperial guard’s side and asked, “Zhen asks you, what do you think of the little prince’s name being Liu Feng?”

Ruotao and the imperial guard were so scared that they immediately knelt again.

The imperial guard: “Your Majesty, you are truly too kind to this subject…”

Sheng Qianheng sat on the dragon throne, wrote a few characters, and then said, “Why would that be? Your son, how can he have Zhen’s surname?”

Ruotao immediately moved forward and explained, “Your Majesty, this concubine has been wronged. The little prince is indeed Your Majesty’s blood!”

Sheng Qianheng raised a hand, signaling for the evidence to be presented.

Chu Yi then led his men into the hall, bowed, and said, “Your Majesty, this is a man’s clothing found in Daying Li’s room. It even has the character ‘Qing’ embroidered on it!”

Ruotao glared fiercely at Chu Yi. “Your Majesty, this is slander.”

But the imperial guard stared at the clothing, as if he had something to say.

Sheng Qianheng signaled for him to speak.

After the imperial guard had carefully examined the evidence, he immediately pressed Ruotao, “Whose clothing is this! Tell me! Is the child mine or not?”

Ruotao was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to react! How could there be such a stupid person!

She kowtowed and begged Sheng Qianheng, “I hope Your Majesty will investigate! This concubine has been wronged!”

Chu Yi looked at Ruotao and said in a low voice, “Could it be that this Palace has deliberately wronged you?”

“There are only the two of us in this harem. Who else could it be but you?” Ruotao collapsed to the ground and fought to the death. “You’re just jealous that I gave birth to a prince and are afraid that I’ll steal your favor!”

Chu Yi couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at Sheng Qianheng and asked, “Your Majesty, Daying Li is cursing me for not having the good fortune to bear an imperial heir for you. Isn’t she also cursing Your Majesty!”

The imperial guard had long since put life and death aside. He moved to Ruotao’s side, grabbed her hair bun, and asked, “Tell me! Is the child mine! Have you been fooling around with other guards!”

Ruotao pushed away the imperial guard, no longer daring to look at Sheng Qianheng. She could only whisper, “Your Majesty, this guard has gone mad! This concubine is innocent…”

Sheng Qianheng stood up, supported Chu Yi, and had him sit on the dragon throne with him. He then summoned an old and experienced matron from the palace to examine her.

Ruotao was puzzled. What was the meaning of this?

The matron led Ruotao to be examined.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the matron reported, “Your Majesty, from this old servant’s experience, Daying Li has been with a man these past two days. There is still some semen residue in her body…”

Chu Yi’s brows furrowed tightly. How could Ruotao not cherish her own body so much? How long had it been since she had given birth?

Ruotao had no more to say, but the imperial guard stepped forward and slapped her. “Alright, so there really is someone else! You bitch!”

Sheng Qianheng summoned the guards and had the two of them thrown into the dungeon.

He looked back at Chu Yi’s furrowed brow and asked, “Why are you so worried?”

Chu Yi sighed. “She doesn’t cherish her own body so much. It’s only been a few days since she gave birth, and yet…”

Sheng Qianheng cupped Chu Yi’s face and said, “I’ve just proven my own innocence, and our A-Yi doesn’t care at all? You’re still thinking for her!”

Chu Yi lightly patted Sheng Qianheng’s chest and said, “I knew long ago that you hadn’t touched Ruotao. Don’t be so petty! I’m just lamenting that all women in this world are burdened by fate…
Back then, Lady Lu suffered the pain of diǎnqī and was even pregnant with her husband’s younger brother’s bastard. I don’t know her situation now.
Now, Ruotao, in order to become a consort, did not hesitate to fool around with several guards and get pregnant.
But clearly, they could have lived different lives.”

Sheng Qianheng held Chu Yi, releasing his xìnxiāng to soothe his low spirits. “A-Yi, I know you always think for others. But you have to think more about yourself!”

Chu Yi nodded. He kissed Sheng Qianheng’s lips and said, “Tomorrow, I want to go back to Qianlin. Do you want to come along?”