Di Jingcheng naturally wouldn't disregard Azi's health, and he was extremely gentle in every move he made, taking great care of Azi's feelings, and would gently ask her from time to time if she felt uncomfortable.

Azi shook her head weakly, her charming and alluring appearance making people's hearts flutter. The two hadn't been together for a long time, and their passion was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. They were filled with deep affection for each other and were truly inseparable.

Di Jingcheng, mindful of A Zi's health, only went through it once and didn't continue, content with just having his fill.

After their lovemaking, Di Jingcheng got up to clean Azi up, then held her in his arms and lay contentedly on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Ah Zi was breathing slightly, her petite, flushed body tightly enveloped by the man's strong, powerful arms.

"Baby, is anything bothering you?" Di Jingcheng supported himself and pulled her into his arms, his body radiating a soft glow. His lips lingered on her tender cheeks, gently caressing them.

Azi slowly raised a small hand and placed it on the man's arm that was across her waist. She nodded gently and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "It hurts~"

Upon hearing this, Di Jingcheng tensed up, his relaxed expression instantly turning into one of heartache and self-reproach: "Baby, where does it hurt? I'll have Qinghe go and ask Grandpa to come and take a look?"

As he spoke, he looked down with one hand, wondering if he had been too excited and had hurt her by losing control of his strength. But there was no bleeding, and her skin was smooth and soft.

He grew even more anxious and gently stroked her still-flat belly: "Baby, does it hurt here?"

Ah Zi was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. The man was babbling in her ear, one hand groping all over her body. Unconsciously, she grabbed his wandering hand and mumbled, "My back... my back hurts."

Hearing her tired voice, Di Jingcheng felt endless heartache and self-reproach. He gently apologized in her ear, "Baby, I'm sorry. Let me rub it for you. Go to sleep."

The man's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. He gazed tenderly at her sleeping face, his eyes filled with infatuation. He felt that he could never get enough of looking at her, that he would never be able to get enough of her in this lifetime.

He gently massaged her soft waist with one hand, while carefully tending to her stomach, not daring to use too much force. He slowly channeled his inner energy into her waist, the warm power flowing gently into her body.

Azi felt much better in her half-awake state, a slight smile playing on her lips. She snuggled gently into the man's arms and drifted off to sleep. Seeing her comfortable state, Di Jingcheng carefully checked her body again to make sure she wasn't injured before holding her and falling asleep peacefully.

Beijing

In the Jokhang Temple, a dim candle burned in Liu Xinqi's room. The courtyard outside was deserted, but if you listened carefully, you could hear faint, ambiguous sounds coming from inside the room.

It is utterly absurd. This place, which should be a pure land for self-cultivation, is now used for such obscene acts. The Buddhist sanctuary is nothing but a hollow name.

Inside the room, as their passion subsided, Mu Wanyu nestled seductively in Liu Xinqi's arms, her face flushed and alluring. Liu Xinqi's eyes were filled with lust; he rolled over and pinned her beneath him, ready for another round. But Mu Wanyu stopped him, gently pushing against Liu Xinqi's chest and shaking her head weakly.

"I can't come again, I'm pregnant now."

Liu Xinqi nodded, gently stroked her long hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Di Jinghan was rescued. Originally, we wanted to use her as a pawn to restrain Di Jingcheng, which would be beneficial to Bei Xiang. It would also allow you to vent your anger. I didn't expect this."

Mu Wanyu glanced at him with seductive eyes and breathed heavily a few times: "It's alright, our target wasn't her to begin with. Now that Emperor Jingcheng and the Empress are hiding in the mountains and not coming out, and there are heavy troops guarding the area, our people can't get in either. Do you have any other useful information?"

Liu Xinqi affectionately rubbed her nose: "There is one thing, though. The Empress's mother is from the Nalan clan, the rebels of Xijing. Is that good news?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanyu's surprise was written all over her face. Then, her peach blossom eyes filled with excitement as she raised her hand to hug the man's neck: "Is this really true?"

Liu Xinqi smiled slightly: "Of course it's true. If all the officials knew the Empress's identity, then there would be a good show to watch."

Mu Wanyu smiled with satisfaction and excitedly planted a kiss on Liu Xinqi's cheek: "You're so good! If it weren't for them, how could I have been with Yang Mingyue..."

As she spoke, anger welled up within her, and she became even more determined to make things difficult for the two of them.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xinqi felt a pang of guilt. He regretted telling her that Di Jingcheng was the mastermind behind everything, which had fueled her hatred and caused her personality to change drastically. However, he would help her.

"Your most important thing right now is to get well. Leave everything else to me."

Mu Wanyu nodded, moved. Heaven had been kind to her, sending such a good man as Liu Xinqi to her side. But the thought of the child in her womb made her feel uncomfortable. Carrying the child conceived during her rape was disgusting to anyone.

If it weren't for the fact that this child still had some use, she would have gotten rid of him long ago.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanyu and Xin Qi both looked a little guilty and stammered, "By the way, Xin Qi, there's something I need to tell you."

Liu Xinqi lay down beside her, gently inhaling her fragrance, and spoke softly.

Feeling a little guilty, Mu Wanyu turned her back to him and stammered, "...Um...I, you know Li Li?"

Liu Xinqi turned her body around to face him: "What's wrong?"

“I… my father wants us to get married in three days…” Mu Wanyu gritted her teeth.

Liu Xinqi stiffened slightly: "Why? Are you willing?"

Mu Wanyu quickly shook her head, raising her head to look into his affectionate gaze: "Of course I don't want to, but Li Li and I have been childhood sweethearts, and my father also likes him very much. My belly is getting bigger, and if we don't get married soon, not only will I be ashamed, but my father and Li Li will also lose face in the capital. At that time, I will become the laughingstock of the entire capital, and I... don't want that." Mu Wanyu really didn't want to live such a miserable life again.

Liu Xinqi held her arms tightly, his expression sorrowful: "Yu'er, I... I'm so sorry. I can't marry you openly and honestly right now."

"I don't blame you. As long as you have me in your heart, that's enough," Mu Wanyu said emotionally.

"Yu'er, I know your difficulties. I only selfishly hope that you can love me."

Mu Wanyu nodded with tears in her eyes: "The person I love is you. Will you despise me in the future?"

Liu Xinqi hugged her tightly, gently stroking the top of her head with his chin. His eyes were dark and unfathomable, but his words were incredibly moving: "Of course not. I just hope that Yu'er's heart will always be with me."

Mu Wanyu nodded tearfully, stepped out of his embrace, and kissed his thin lips with her eyes closed, clearly from the bottom of her heart. Liu Xinqi opened his eyes and looked indifferently at the intoxicated Mu Wanyu, feeling conflicted. He felt something was strange, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Why his feelings for Mu Wanyu were sometimes strong and sometimes weak was something even she herself couldn't explain.

But he knew he couldn't live without her now.