Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Physiology...
Yan Dibai woke up in pain this morning.
She hadn't slept well to begin with, and her dreams were filled with endless rain. As she turned over, a sudden pain shot through her body. She realized something was poking her. With her eyes closed, she fumbled around, twisting her body until she found a red bean under the layers of bedding.
When he opened his eyes, he was immediately puzzled. How did this thing end up in his bedroom?
Yan Dibai lay in the messy bed, squinting as he thought for a few moments, then suddenly shook his head. His confused mind gradually began to form an impression.
It was picked up casually during a walk in the forest during an autumn hunt.
After picking through all sorts of beans along the way, they finally caught Yang Liuqing, who was having an affair with Xiao Yuanjing.
Staring at the bright red beans, Yan Dibai rubbed his delicate lower back, where red marks had been left from the pressure, and casually tossed the beans on the ground before getting up. But as soon as he stood up, a strange sensation between his legs sent a shiver down his spine, and he blankly threw back the covers.
A straight pole stood between his legs.
It is quite different from the soft, flat surfaces of the past.
His mind went blank for a moment. He pulled down his pants slightly and looked again, then stared blankly for a long time. After a while, Yan Dibai suddenly remembered the lewd paintings his father had left behind, and the scenes he had personally witnessed of his father raping palace maids and concubines.
He knew what the eunuch's quarters looked like, and he knew even better what a normal man's quarters looked like.
Sitting on the bed, the boy was momentarily unable to accept it.
No one taught him how.
Driven by instinct, Yan Dibai had a strong urge to destroy this scene, to tell the world, and to tell himself.
He remains the absurd and brutal young emperor.
He clenched his fist, then loosened and tightened it again. He raised his hand, the veins throbbing, and pressed it down violently, savagely wanting only to restore it to its former state.
He let out a painful groan. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and his muscles tensed, almost convulsing.
Yan Dibai almost bit her teeth to pieces; it hurt.
The pain was excruciating, far more painful than the cut he had as a child. But what was most damning was that, just as he was panting and managed a defiant smile, this thing slowly straightened up again, like a sapling that had been broken, and even swayed with his movements.
A damp stain spread across his underpants, accompanied by an indescribable fishy and pungent smell... He slammed his fist on the bed in anger, yet his body trembled and he leaned back repeatedly. It was as if fate had deliberately picked a fight with him, and at that very moment, he heard the call of Wo Xue.
Yan Dibai suddenly felt guilty and hurriedly tried to hide it. This time, the pressure was greater than before, as if some bone had been broken, causing him to tense up and turn pale with pain.
Yan Di Bai Teng didn't bother to wipe the cold sweat from his body, nor did he have the strength to reprimand the worried Wo Xue again.
In the blink of an eye, Wo Xue cried out, "Your Majesty, please forgive me!" and led his men, swords drawn, to break down the door and enter.
Yan Dibai gritted her teeth and mentally cut him into 108 pieces. She hurriedly used the strength she had just recovered to pull a corner of the quilt to cover her waist and below.
Wo Xue grabbed the knife and rushed into the inner palace, only to be hit head-on by a porcelain bottle that made her vision go black. The young emperor, who had been so kind and considerate to the palace servants, disappeared in an instant and turned back into a fierce and evil demon.
"Your Majesty seemed to cry out in pain just now, but where are you injured?" Wo Xue asked tremblingly, clutching her head. Although she was very scared, she did not forget to perform her duties and dared not slack off in the slightest.
Yan Dibai gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, and weakly said:
"I am perfectly fine! Get out!"
"Your Majesty," Wo Xue wanted to say a few more words, but Yan Dibai suddenly went berserk, smashing whatever he could grab. Wo Xue quickly begged for mercy, "The princess will be here soon! Please calm down!"
The boy suddenly stopped, his face expressionless: "Sister?"
"Yes, yes!"
Yan Dibai grabbed the blanket and suddenly roared fiercely, "Who gave you permission to make this decision on your own?"
"...His Majesty adores the princess most, therefore this servant—"
His response was an even higher roar, powerful enough to lift the roof. Yan Di spoke recklessly:
"Whom have I ever shown respect or love? What are you to me! You dare to try and guess the Emperor's intentions like Yang Liuqing?!"
Yan Xifang had just reached the door when she overheard the entire conversation. The maid beside her glanced at her in surprise, quickly concealing the fleeting unfriendly look on her face.
No one knows why the young emperor suddenly went mad. It seems that he can only recover for a few days, not even his own sister.
As the female envoy sighed, Yan Xifang quietly clenched her red armor in her palm. Inside, Wo Xue murmured something like "Your Majesty, please forgive me." Her younger brother roared incessantly, like a dying beast.
It's almost inhuman.
Yan Xifang's chest heaved slightly as she inappropriately recalled his atrocities, which had been passed down by word of mouth.
The maid and Shaolang repeated their words over and over again.
Fortunately, she has a younger brother.
In that instant, Yan Xifang finally made her decision. She dodged the maid's hand that came to help her up, and when she saw Wo Xue staggering out with her head covered in blood, she couldn't help but cover her mouth.
Wo Xue looked up, glancing hurriedly at her face, but instead of her usual fawning smile of relief, she seemed drawn to something behind her, and suddenly smiled as if grasping at a straw:
"Yang Liuqing! Qingniang! His Majesty is looking for you! Go now!!"
As if to testify, a loud shout indeed erupted from inside the hall: "Yang Liuqing!"
Yan Xifang's eyes widened, and she turned around in disbelief.
"Greetings, Your Highness!" A young girl, who seemed to have rushed over, gave her a hurried bow. Her long, untied hair formed a dark silk net against the backdrop of silver-white hair.
She had pupils as black as her hair, and her exposed earlobes and the tip of her nose were tinged with a blood-red hue. In the midst of the swirling dust, her unassuming blue dress was like a single blade of green grass in this vast world.
The girl's hair, carrying a cool fragrance, swept across her white dress. Yan Xifang paused slightly, then picked up the strand of hair from her sleeve.
Smooth and glossy black, just as good as mine.
In the time it took to breathe in and out, Wo Xue closed the door, shutting out the only emerald green.
A soft rustling sound came from inside the vermilion gate. Wo Xue sat slumped for a long while before swaying and apologizing to Yan Xifang.
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Qingqing had no idea what kind of chain reaction this trip would cause.
She was startled by Yan Dibai's roar. The turtle on her leg wasn't clean, and she hadn't even had time to comb her hair. Her eunuch outside was stamping his feet in frustration, but she had no choice. So she hurriedly ran to work.
Her residence was located below and behind Xianning Palace. When Qingqing saw that Yan Xifang was actually there, she was quite worried.
It must be something very serious.
Seeing Wo Xue's face covered in blood but her eyes shining, he became even more worried.
If Yan Xifang can't solve the problem, how much of a difference can she make?
Despite these thoughts, her feet rushed inside first. Yan Dibai had finally started to treat the palace servants better, and her goals were just beginning to progress slowly, with so many potential rivals eyeing her. If things were to revert to the way they were before, she'd rather run away.
Once the door closed, Qingqing, who had experienced this scene many times before, silently glanced back, then stood outside where the floor was a complete mess and whispered:
"His Majesty."
Yan Dibai was still wrapped in the blanket, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do after Yang Liuqing came in. He imagined a whole host of scenarios, but when she actually appeared before him, the sound of her light, fleeting voice sent a chill down his spine. It was as if he were the water, and Yang Liuqing was the elusive dragonfly, its touch alone causing him unease.
Realizing that the spot was about to go down a little, Yan Dibai rushed back, quickly covered herself with another layer of blankets, lowered her face and tightly closed her red lips.
If a naughty child is quiet, something bad is bound to happen.
Qingqing suddenly realized that the problem was probably very serious, so she quickly took a few steps and stopped behind the screen in the inner hall.
"What does Your Majesty want with me?"
Yan Dibai: "..."
Yang Liuqing asked again.
His eyes glanced sideways at the jade screen that vaguely revealed its shape, then he secretly turned his head away, his heart in turmoil.
Yan Dibai didn't know why she was called here.
My first reaction to knowing that my older sister was here was... resistance. Perhaps it was the past, but even though he didn't hesitate to show off his perfect physique, I felt a momentary sense of disgust.
It's hard to explain.
With her jet-black satin hair covering her face, Yan Dibai didn't know whether to stand up and slip away or sit on the bed and wait.
Having lived for nearly fifteen years, this is the first time in my life that I have felt so utterly lost, without a trace of pretense.
From Qingqing's angle, she could naturally see someone sitting on the bed.
Yan Dibai remained silent for a long time, which was highly unusual. She took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, I'm coming in."
The mute person paused for three seconds, then suddenly said:
"no!"
Qingqing was truly puzzled: "Is His Majesty ill?"
Yan Dibai gave a clumsy lie: "...Yes."
"Why would you come to me instead of a doctor for your illness?"
She sensed something was wrong for some reason.
In fact, Wo Xue did find a doctor. But the place was far away, and it took a long time to get there.
Yan Dibai was not about to lower himself to explain this, but this question really stumped him.
The boy suddenly leaned back and remained silent for what felt like half a century.
Qingqing's curiosity was piqued. "Then I'll act as a doctor and examine you. Your Majesty, please don't mind."
Without waiting for Yan Dibai to refuse, she strode inside. Stepping over Yan Dibai's ferocious "Get lost!", the girl had already rushed to within half a zhang of him.
The hem of her light blue skirt swayed gently before her eyes, and two blushes suddenly rose on Yan Di's pale face, but she could not back down. She could only force herself to sit up straight and move to the corner of the bed.
The ground was littered with random things—a piece of porcelain here, a piece of cloth there. There was nowhere to put your feet.
Seeing his strange expression, staring at the blanket as if he were doing something, she couldn't help but raise her voice: "What is Your Majesty doing?"
What are you doing?
Yan Dibai gritted his teeth, making a final, much weaker struggle:
"Get away!"
Qingqing: "...Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? Don't you want the physician to examine you? I'll do it."
That hit the nail on the head; Yan Dibai's breathing suddenly quickened. He wanted to refuse again, but Qingqing tiptoed over without a word and placed her knees on the messy bedding.
She smelled of soap, as if she had bathed early that morning. Yan Dibai remained silent, forcing a smile, and gripped the quilt tightly with both hands.
The boy's pajamas were loose, and Qingqing knelt above him, looking at his upper body through the collar. Apart from being thin, he looked fine.
The hands and exposed wrists were neat and tidy, without a single scratch or bloodstain.
Then… she carefully examined his subtly shrinking posture.
The second half?
Qingqing wasn't thinking about anything else at the moment. She leaned forward slightly towards his hand:
"Your Majesty won't say, is there a problem with your leg?"
The girl's breath tickled the back of his hand, making it even itchier. Yan Di's forehead was beaded with sweat for the third time, and he silently pulled the blanket straighter.
Clearly, this was a case of trying too hard to hide something, and Qingqing's gaze was inevitably drawn to a certain spot by this feigned indifference.
She paused, her straightforward gaze sweeping around in all directions before finally settling on the center.
One second.
Two seconds.
...ten seconds.
The room was quiet except for their gradually synchronized breathing. Yan Dibai unconsciously swallowed, his gaze fixed intently on the girl's motionless hair. The veins on his beautiful hands throbbed slightly, revealing his unease.
Below that were the quilts that had been pulled up and straightened.
Because Xianning Palace has underfloor heating, the blankets and mattresses aren't very thick. To cover that part, you have to pull the blankets up.
So why did Yan Dibai make such a ridiculous statement?
A flash seemed to appear before Qingqing's eyes, and she slowly raised her head. Suddenly, she met a pair of bright, phoenix-shaped eyes.
The dark, shimmering water reflected the calm, shallow pool.
She saw a face as beautiful as peach blossoms and plums, more beautiful than the spring morning, bathed in the rosy glow of the evening sunset.
A breathtaking and unforgettable sight, a rare and magnificent spectacle.
No one spoke.
Qingqing was stunned.
Perhaps it was this expression that gave the strange atmosphere a chance to breathe. Yan Dibai stared intently at the girl whose eyes were wide open like two round bubbles, the tingling heat rising and falling in her body.
Ironically, he was suddenly filled with anger, and his right hand was itching to push Qingqing's head away.
But the next moment, Qingqing withdrew her gaze, and her voice suddenly became calm.
"I'll go get the doctor."
The budding romance vanished instantly. The girl left decisively, leaving Yan Dibai stunned for a full five seconds before he finally reacted, both anxious and angry:
"What kind of doctor are you calling me! Get your ass back here right now!"
Qingqing's ears hurt a little, and thinking about it, it made sense. He most likely had a wet dream, and it's no wonder he was embarrassed to talk about this physiological reason.
She turned a corner and said, "I'll pour some water for His Majesty."
Yan Dibai frowned as he watched her squat down, brush her loose hair aside, and calmly rummage through the ruins to find a golden pot and a barely broken teacup.
I shook it; there was still water.
Qingqing took the cup over, deliberately ignoring his strange behavior: "Your Majesty, please moisten your throat."
Yan Dibai remained motionless.
She was about to place the cup on the bedside table when, suddenly, her hand was grabbed unexpectedly. Qingqing could no longer restrain herself; her ears burned. Yan Dibai sneered:
"Yang Liuqing, why are you hiding?"
Like a mischievous child determined to get revenge, the boy raised an eyebrow with ill intent. Qingqing roughly understood his unease and discomfort.
With a pat on the back of Yan Dibai's hand with his left, he calmly sat up straight and asked in response to Yan Dibai's surprised expression:
"Then what is Your Majesty afraid of?"
Yan Dibai frowned: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Qingqing turned around, quite calmly: "Your Majesty dares to undress in public, why don't you dare let people notice your change?"
She glanced at that spot, then at Yan Dibai's shocked eyes. Suddenly, she smiled slightly.
"His Majesty doesn't seem to be a congenital eunuch."
His pupils dilated and his eyes suddenly fixed, his gaze turning sinister, as if he wanted to stalk Qingqing.
Yan Dibai slowly curved her lips into a smile:
"You know quite a lot."
Qingqing lowered her head: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I was just guessing."
"Ha," he blinked innocently, "then do you even understand what I want to do right now?"
"Your Majesty," Qingqing paused. Sure enough, the quilt was flung into the air, bound by immense force. The young man, dressed only in his nightgown, sat on her waist like a wild beast, his neck flushed.
It's that same posture again.
She instantly understood what Yan Dibai was planning, and a wave of nausea and disgust washed over her. Before he could undress her, Qingqing suddenly arched her back and hugged him tightly.
Yan Dibai froze abruptly, looking at Qingqing in disbelief.
The girl smiled at him, revealing a hint of barely perceptible timidity.
"pain."
pain.
Crisp and crisp. These words pierced my heart, sending a tingling, indescribable sensation through me.
Yan Dibai almost forgot his idea of trying it on Yang Liuqing. He just realized there was a loophole in his statement, and before he could even move, he felt pain. Qingqing pulled off the burlap from her sleeve and took the opportunity to wrap it around Yan Dibai's eyes. As he tried to pull it off in displeasure, Qingqing held it tightly in her hand.
"Your Majesty, I am not one of your concubines."
Men driven by lust are generally unable to control themselves, especially when it's their first time experiencing such an impulse.
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on someone who was just about to drift off into a sweet dream. Yan Dibai replied almost without thinking, "You can be."
The girl's voice clearly betrayed surprise: "Really?"
Whether it's true or false, it's up to him to decide.
An ordinary person would have continued to go along with it at this point. But having dealt with Yang Liuqing for so long, Yan Dibai became more alert in this situation.
Regardless of whether it was a long-term strategy to reel in a big fish, let's just talk about Yang Liuqing himself. Has he ever been so overjoyed in front of him?
Yan Dibai keenly sensed the discrepancy, but his anger wouldn't subside, so he pretended to be an expert and touched her body.
"Of course. What, do you want to play something special with me?" Seeing him reach for the burlap again, Qingqing smiled:
"yes."
The boy was surprised, then tried to tear the strip of cloth, but Qingqing's eyes narrowed, and she raised her knee to block his thigh. "How dare you!" Yan Dibai groaned as he rolled out from under him. Then he swiftly countered, grabbing both of his hands. In the process, half of his nightgown fell away, revealing Yan Dibai's white chest.
Qingqing had expected him to resist, so she prepared to run away quickly, thinking he wouldn't kill her anyway. But to her surprise, Yan Dibai obediently covered himself with a strip of cloth, biting his red lips and lying obediently on the bed, swallowing repeatedly.
She hesitated, then tentatively stepped back. Suddenly, her gaze shifted downwards.
She then noticed that there was a patch of color that looked off on Yan Dibai's pants.
Qingqing slowly looked down at the skirt on her right knee.
One glance was enough to strike me like a thunderbolt.
There was one mass that was deeper than the surrounding ones.
In the blink of an eye, the boy, panting, grabbed her with his reddened hand. Qingqing gasped as the strip of cloth fell, covering her eyes.
Yan Di held her tightly like a white snake, chuckling softly and cryptically: "Yang Liuqing, I truly both hate and love you."
His gaze was fixed on those long-coveted pink and white lips.
… …
A bolt from the blue struck the imperial city.
The doctor stood outside the door, facing off at Wo Xue.
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