Differentiation, I'm so hot

Xiao Yu, unrepentant, rolled back into Wei Shuang's arms, and an arm was torn open inside the black tornado.

"My preferences have already been revealed to Wei Shuang, so this won't make a difference." Xiao Yu happily hugged Wei Shuang's waist, buried his head in her chest, and intoxicated by the pleasant scent of wine on her body.

Perhaps it's because they're about to differentiate, but Xiao Yu has become increasingly reliant on the scent of Wei Shuang these past two days.

"If you stay like this, you'll easily become a target for thieves." Wei Shuang stiffened, feeling the warmth of the person nestled in her arms, her face filled with worry.

“Yes, I have long been targeted by thieves.” Xiao Yu grabbed Wei Shuang’s arm and placed her hand on the slightly warm spot on the back of his neck. “The brand, it’s been five years.”

"...This is the last time." Wei Shuang shut up as if she were a thief crying "stop thief!"

Having stolen a kiss, Xiao Yu went to court in high spirits. He diligently handled government affairs for seven or eight days, eagerly awaiting good news.

However, differentiation has been delayed, and Xiao Yu's twentieth birthday is fast approaching.

"If we don't differentiate, I'll arrange a marriage for Wei Shuang." Xiao Yu muttered to himself, threatening his own body.

After threatening him, he tried to salvage the situation in his mind: pointing it out to Xiao Yu.

As I was thinking, the snow began to fall.

The snow outside was falling heavily, and as far as the eye could see, everything was white. Xiao Yu, dressed in black, stood in the courtyard holding a small tiger doll sewn by his mother. Before he knew it, most of his body was buried in snow, with only his amber eyes showing.

Xiao Yu stood in the snow for an unknown amount of time. The palace lanterns lit up and went out. Xiao Yu, who had returned to the age of eight, felt a sharp pain in his leg bones. His fingers, which were wrapped around the doll, were frozen red and his fingertips were burning hot. He pressed them into the tiger eyes of the doll and stared motionlessly at his mother's coffin inside the house.

The scene shifts to New Year's Eve again. The city is engulfed in gunfire and it's snowing heavily. Xiao Yu is nestled in Zhang Nuanhe's fox fur, held in the arms of its owner. Underneath the cloak is an extremely impatient face, with bloodstains still clinging to it.

Wei Shuang.

"Your Majesty, I welcome you back to the palace."

"My father and brothers are finally dead too."

Wei Shuang, who was carrying the person into the carriage, paused. He had no choice but to lift his cloak and look at the forehead of the boy in his arms.

Extremely hot.

Xiao Yu woke up when her elbow slipped from the golden nanmu wood table.

"Oh dear! Your Majesty, your hands are hotter than the tea in this old servant's hands. You are busy with state affairs, but you must take good care of your health. Please summon the imperial physician..." A shrill voice rang out in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Inside the hall stood a square table made of golden nanmu wood, piled high with scattered folded documents. Behind the pile of documents, the face of a beautiful woman with sleepy eyes slowly emerged.

Thin lips, white teeth, and peach blossom eyes.

Long eyelashes drooped down, obscuring a small mole under her left eye.

Perhaps the threat worked, Xiao Yu finally showed signs of differentiation in the past two days. However, he was drowsy and weak, with recurring low-grade fever. The medicine did not help, and he could only muster some energy when Wei Shuang was by his side.

Today, on the few steps back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation after court, Xiao Yu walked unsteadily, and Feng Shun, who was serving him, hurriedly called for the imperial carriage to carry him back.

"It's alright, go and warm me a bowl of ginger soup." Xiao Yu leaned weakly on the imperial desk, forcing himself to stay awake. He raised the corners of his mouth and gently touched the newly delivered secret letter from the Regent with a brush dipped in red ink. The crimson ink spread and smudged above Wei Shuang's name.

Xiao Yu pressed his right index finger to the corner of his eye, looking down at the letter stained with ink, staring intently at the prey beneath the red ink on the letter.

"How is Ji Lian doing?" Xiao Yu asked, taking the ginger soup as if it were a casual question.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, on the day you are divided, the palace will be completely surrounded by the Imperial Guards, and the Prince will not be allowed to escape." As he spoke, Feng Shun also became excited.

Xiao Yu knew he was no match for Wei Shuang, so he prepared a backup plan, intending to strike first after the division.

Xiao Yu also gave himself a final deadline. Regardless of whether he splits or not, after the birthday banquet, he would light incense in the bedroom to make Gan Jun soft and aroused, and he would take the antidote, waiting for Wei Shuang to fall into the trap.

It will be soon.

The heat from the fox fur in his dream hadn't dissipated, making Xiao Yu so agitated that he slightly lifted his collar, picked up a piece of hard shell from the table, and fanned himself with it.

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On September 16th, an imperial edict was issued, canceling the banquet celebrating the emperor's birthday.

Xiao Yu has differentiated.

Ji Lian led the Imperial Guards to wait outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation as promised to protect Xiao Yu's safety, and Wei Shuang was also ordered to accompany him.

A large group of people stood outside the palace. Inside, the two imperial physicians, Zhang and Li, were attending to him. Eunuch Feng, who had never seen the separation of the emperor from his concubine, was full of worry and paced back and forth anxiously.

"Your Majesty has had a high fever since this morning, and we didn't even think about it being related to a disease. May our ancestors and all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens protect Your Majesty and keep you healthy!"

Disliking Feng Shun for being too noisy, the two imperial physicians joined forces to drive the anxious eunuch Feng out of the palace.

As soon as Feng Shun stepped out of the palace gate, he caught sight of Wei Shuang. Thinking of Xiao Yu's plan, Feng Shun instinctively grabbed Wei Shuang's arm.

“…Don’t rush.” Wei Shuang had to speak up, because due to the brand, even though they were destined to be the same kind of godfather, he could not enter the inner room for the time being.

"How can our family not be anxious!" Feng Shun's double anxiety quickly infected Wei Shuang. He tightened his face and stood behind Feng Shun, who was peeking through the crack in the door, looking around dignifiedly.

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Inside the tightly closed bedchamber, Xiao Yu was suffering within the imperial tent.

"It's so hot..."

A few strands of bright yellow gauze curtains hung down beside Xiao Yu's neck. He tilted his head back and breathed heavily. His sickly pale face looked rosy with a hint of lust.

Xiao Yu had been confined to the palace for many years, which had given him the illness of an emperor. His thin body was sensitive to cold and heat, and the inexplicable surge of heat within him was unbearable, causing the emperor, who lay on the bed with his eyes closed, to furrow his brow.

The wide sleeves of the robe that should have been neat on her arms were now disheveled and rumpled up to her upper arms. Xiao Yu’s slender fingers tore open the collar of her undergarment, and sweat dripped down to her jawline and into her chest. Her back, pressed against the mattress, was also damp and hot.

Xiao Yu had never imagined that differentiation would be so difficult; her chest felt like it was burning with heat.

"Imperial Physician, is my body unable to withstand the differentiation...?" Xiao Yu couldn't help but worry, "I'm so hot."

"Your Majesty, it's normal for your body to be more aroused during your first heat cycle. Please don't worry." Imperial Physician Li dampened a cloth and wiped Xiao Yu's arm to relieve the fever.

Finally, after half an hour of torment, the first wisp of fragrance slowly escaped from the back of her neck. Xiao Yu smelled the osmanthus fragrance from Wei Shuang's mouth.

The osmanthus fragrance is so sweet and cloying, it's like the scent on your body has been infused with the fragrance of Wei Shuang.

Xiao Yu blushed at the thoughts that were running through her mind.

Xinxiang found a breakthrough, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus quickly filled the curtains. The incense that suppressed Gan Jun's passion burned in the room, and Xiao Yu's mind went blank for a moment. He groaned and felt his body getting hotter and hotter, his lower abdomen tightening, his legs becoming weaker and weaker, and his consciousness becoming unclear.

The two imperial physicians inside the room exchanged a glance, their expressions changing simultaneously. Physician Zhang quickly used a cup of cool tea to extinguish the incense burner in the hall, while Physician Li hurriedly lifted the curtain to check Xiao Yu's pulse.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu struggled to open half of her eyelids, but her body felt incredibly heavy, as if she were paralyzed and unable to exert any strength.

What's going on? People are dying because of the differentiated treatment?

His own body was so weak... He still wanted to sleep with Wei Shuang.

Xiao Yu then thought again: Fortunately, his plan was to divide and conquer before proceeding. The medicine and ointment were under his pillow for later use. In his current state, let alone capturing Wei Shuang, he would be unable to move and could only let Wei Shuang do as she pleased.

The incense burner had gone out, but the scent of the incense still lingered in the hall. As soon as Xiao Yu opened the curtains, the fragrance rushed into her nostrils, stirring up a surge of incense within her glands. This caused Xiao Yu to clench her legs tightly and groan in pain.

His body was damp with sweat, which poured down his face.

"Fragrance..." Xiao Yu immediately realized that it was because of the incense burner.

Strange, the incense was burned into the aphrodisiac incense he was preparing to use against Wei Shuang?

"Your Majesty, the fire in the furnace has been extinguished. You...you were not careful...you were transformed into a Kun. The incense prepared by the Imperial Hospital to suppress your desire for yin was not only useless, but it also aroused your fertility..." Imperial Physician Li knelt beside the dragon bed, his face full of disbelief as he answered tremblingly.

There are two types of incense for suppressing breath, one for the Gan Jun and one for the Kun Zhe. Using them interchangeably will only have the opposite effect. Unfortunately, no one expected Xiao Yu to differentiate into a Kun Zhe, so the incense for suppressing breath burned in the hall for half an hour.

The drug-induced menstrual period, coupled with the onset of menstruation, is difficult to completely suppress with drugs. Xiao Yu suffered from cold in his childhood, and his headaches would linger in snowy weather. This had been the case for many years, resulting in a weak constitution. Only by nourishing him with various precious medicinal herbs in the palace could he recover some of his vital energy. If he were to differentiate into a male heir, he might be able to withstand the fierce effects of the drugs.

However, Xiao Yu was born as a Kun, and his weak constitution would only become more difficult to manage. If a strong medicine were administered now, the excessive potency would damage his body, which would be a capital offense. Neither of the two imperial physicians dared to use it recklessly.

During the rain and dew season for the Kun (female) element, only by using the incense of the Gan (male) element to soothe and calm the body can one avoid harming it.

The Regent and His Majesty are of one mind... with their past connection, it couldn't be more fitting.

The two imperial physicians exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and said, "Your Majesty, your condition during your period is critical. I'm afraid we'll need the Prince to come into the palace to assist you."

Xiao Yu's ears were ringing. Deep in the heat of the moment, his cheeks were flushed with desire. He couldn't hear clearly because of the ringing in his ears. He could only vaguely hear something about a prince, a god, and a critical situation. The gist of it was that he wanted Wei Shuang to come into the house to help him.

Xiao Yu's remaining consciousness suddenly shook his head.

In my current state, how can I possibly outdo Wei Shuang... She's just a fat duck delivered to my door.

Before long, his vision blurred, and the fragrance of osmanthus grew stronger. He grabbed the sleeve of one of the imperial physicians and, panting heavily, whispered, "I can do it, but not Wei Shuang. Wei Shuang wants to have my child. She's wicked. The door is open, but not Wei Shuang. I can't take advantage of her."

With his words flowing in disarray, Xiao Yu appeared to be completely out of his mind.

The two imperial physicians were not the emperor and were not influenced by the incense of the female, but their years of medical experience allowed them to see at a glance that Xiao Yu's post-differentiation period was coming with a fierce tide of passion.

Inside the hall, Xiao Yu's breathing grew increasingly heavy, and the sounds of bedding and clothing rubbing together amplified the suggestive imagery.

With concern, Physician Zhang lifted the curtain and saw Xiao Yu curled up in pain, her neck flushed an ambiguous red.

Seeing the dire situation, the imperial physicians steeled themselves, kowtowed heavily to the ground, and spoke again: "Your Majesty, your health cannot be delayed any longer. The capable minister is outside the palace. We humbly beg Your Majesty to set aside past grievances and summon the Regent to the palace to assist you!"

Stop throwing a tantrum! Tell me what you had to say to the Regent after you've calmed down!

The two imperial physicians, speaking from the bottom of their hearts, humbly kowtowed, their heads contorted in despair.

After a long wait, a voice filled with extreme grievance finally came from inside the dragon tent: "Summon them!"

A note from the author:

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[Sprinkling flowers] If all goes well, the next chapter will be a paid chapter~ It will most likely be updated early Sunday morning [Pity]