Chapter 57 Jinjiang Exclusive Authorization First Release 37 I don’t want to see you again…
"Yan Yi, what happened?" Wen Huoran walked over, helped her up from the chair, and gently stroked her slightly trembling shoulders.
"Your Majesty, why did you come back just now!" Yan Yi suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around Wen Huoran's waist, and tears kept falling down.
Wen Huiran frowned slightly and said gently, "I'm just outside the hall, not far away. Have you forgotten?"
"I was so scared!" Yan Yi buried his face in his firm and full chest, and subconsciously tightened his grip on his waist. "I thought I would never see you again, Your Majesty."
Wen Huoran's doubts grew stronger. "Don't cry. Can you tell me what happened?"
Yan Yi sobbed in his arms for a long time before looking up at Wen Huoran.
"Your Majesty, I just went to a mass grave at the foot of Fuyu Mountain and burned all the unused items. On my way back, I encountered a sneaky figure walking in front of me. I was about to go forward to investigate, but unexpectedly—"
Before she could finish her words, she burst into tears again, as if she had been really frightened.
Wen Huoran held the person tightly in his arms and whispered soothingly, "Don't be afraid. With me here, you are safe now."
Yan Yi racked his brains, trying to make up a touching and thrilling story to cover up the panic caused by his guilty conscience.
"Your Majesty, I didn't see who he was. I had only taken a few steps when he spotted me. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me up the mountain. During the struggle, he nearly pushed me off the cliff. I screamed for help, but he, fearing being discovered by the patrolling guards, abandoned me and ran back up the mountain."
As she spoke, she suddenly broke away from Wen Huoran, lifted her sleeves and stretched her arms in front of him, "Look, my wrists are all red from being squeezed by me."
Wen Huoran lowered his eyes to look at Yan Yi's wrist. There were several marks on the fair and delicate skin of his arm, which should have been caused by being tightened several times by something like a thin hemp rope.
It felt as if a sharp thorn had pierced his heart, and Wen Huiran was heartbroken. "It's all my fault for not going with you."
After saying that, he hurriedly grasped Yan Yi's injured wrist with his fingers and used the demonic energy in his body to heal her.
Feeling a cool touch on his wrist, Yan Yi gradually calmed down and said softly, "Your Majesty, don't blame yourself. It was me who insisted on going alone."
Wen Huiran let go of her hand and wiped away the tears from Yan Yi's eyes with his knuckles. "You suffered such a great injustice, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Yan Yi tightly grasped his wrist, which had returned to normal, and choked with sobs as he said, "Your Majesty and Master are discussing something important. I can't disturb you for such a trivial matter."
When he thought of her suppressing her fear and pain while patiently explaining to the old witch doctor how to prepare anesthetic drugs, Wen Huoran felt as if the softest part of his heart was being caressed by a warm hand, and was about to melt.
"Don't be afraid." He lowered his head and kissed Yan Yi's eyes, which were red as peaches due to crying. "I have already sent people to track them down. I will not let go of anyone who tries to cause trouble in the Demon Realm."
"There are all kinds of monsters and demons on Fuyu Mountain. From now on, I will never run around secretly again."
Yan Yi couldn't help sobbing, and suddenly seemed to think of something, so he wiped away his tears and looked at Wen Huoran seriously, "Your Majesty, where is my master?"
Wen Huoran's brows, which had just relaxed, frowned again.
Whenever Yan Yi was frightened, she would talk nonsense in front of him, and sometimes he couldn't even understand what she was saying.
"Your master went to the camp to recuperate," Wen Huoran reminded patiently. "You met him at the entrance to the sleeping hall and told him about the ancient method of preparing anesthetic drugs. You also took the initiative to mention it to me, wanting to go to the camp to help."
Yan Yi was stunned for a moment, as if she had just remembered this matter. She rubbed her throbbing eyebrows vigorously and smiled uncomfortably, "Look at my memory."
Bu Shu left the Demon Lord's mansion and asked a guard at the gate about Yan Yi's whereabouts. Then he hurried alone in the direction the guard pointed.
Arriving at the foot of Fuyu Mountain, the place where Yan Yi burned the debris was located in a mass grave, where corpses of many unknown species were piled up in a disorderly manner, emitting a strong stench.
Resisting the urge to feel nauseous, Bu Shu carefully avoided the rotting corpses and walked straight to a hidden corner where smoke was still coming out.
The next day, just after the hour of Si, Bu Shu went to the bedroom as usual to check Wen Xuran's pulse.
When he arrived at the door of the bedroom, his mood was extremely complicated, and his usually smiling face was even more gloomy.
Yesterday, Bu Shu made a significant discovery at the mass grave at the foot of Fuyu Mountain. Some of his earlier doubts were explained, and many vague signs gradually surfaced.
After much deliberation, he decided not to make a public announcement and decided to investigate secretly. He only asked indirectly, "Your Majesty, besides the new sachet Xiao Yi made, did you use any other spices?"
Wen Huoran slowly shook his head, "Not recently. When Yan Yi first came to the mansion, he made me some tranquilizing incense to relieve headaches. It was very effective, and I've been using it for a while."
After saying this, he suddenly realized something and his expression became nervous. "But what's wrong? Could it be that there's something wrong with the development of the fetus in my belly?"
"Nothing unusual." Bu Shu waved his hand. "Your Majesty's essence is very healthy. It's just that—"
He pondered for a moment, carefully choosing his words, and continued, "Your Majesty is pregnant and more fragile than usual. Apart from the sachet Xiaoyi just made, try not to use other spices, as they may affect the fetus's consciousness."
Wen Huiran was horrified when he heard this and asked, "Did the old witch doctor find any bad signs?"
After careful consideration, Bu Shu ultimately refrained from fully revealing his concerns. He simply said, "Xiao Yi is quite talented in blending spices, and is very bold in the methods and dosages she uses. I'm worried she won't know the consequences, and if she makes a mistake, the outcome will be more than she gains."
Hearing the hidden meaning in the old witch doctor's words, Wen Huoran frowned tightly, but did not pursue the matter to the end. After a moment of silence, he said that he had taken note of it, and then let the old witch doctor leave.
Watching Bu Shu's figure disappear outside the bedroom, Wen Xuran sat silently at the desk, the emotions surging in his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
The image of Yan Yi busying around preparing calming incense for him kept appearing in his mind and could not be shaken off.
Yesterday at the door of the bedroom, Yan Yi took the initiative to provide the old witch doctor with the method of preparing anesthetic drugs - which are most suitable for the demons, and after using them, the whole body will feel weak.
——It was very similar to the symptoms he experienced in the secret realm on a full-moon night.
It is inevitable to be suspicious when hearing this.
While Bu Shu was checking Wen Huoran's pulse, Yan Yi once again went to the mass grave at the foot of Fuyu Mountain alone.
The miscellaneous items she burned had long since turned to ashes. There had been a continuous drizzle last night, and the embers had blended in with the surrounding rotting corpses, making them difficult to distinguish.
To be on the safe side, she later burned many of the strong-smelling spices to conceal the matter. Besides the stench of decay, if one listened carefully, one could still detect the faint fragrance of ordinary spices, mixed in with the stench of decay and fishiness.
When he returned to the bedroom, Bu Shu had already said goodbye and left. Yan Yi was feeling uneasy and hesitated outside the hall for a long time before he gritted his teeth and went up to Wen Huoran.
"Your Majesty, has Master calculated the specific date of delivery?" She squatted down in front of Wen Huoran and gently stroked his slightly bulging belly with her palm.
"No." Wen Huiran suppressed his inner doubts and calmly addressed her, "Do you hope that she will come out and meet us soon?"
Yan Yi buried his face in his thigh, feeling the familiar warmth of his body. He nodded slowly, "I hope to see our child soon, and I hope Your Majesty will recover soon."
His nose felt sore, Wen Huoran's eyes suddenly turned red, his throat choked, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
The villain remained silent. Yan Yi looked up in confusion, "Your Majesty, why aren't you speaking?"
"Do you love me?"
This short sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting Yan Yi's head. She suddenly couldn't tell the directions. Then she slowly stood up, with doubts in her eyes about to overflow.
Her intuition told her that the villain had something on his mind, and that this thing was related to her.
Yan Yi felt something was wrong.
Wen Huiran pursed his lips tightly, his gaze gradually darkening as he looked at her. After a long moment, he finally withdrew his gaze and said with a slightly disappointed look, "Is this question difficult to answer?"
"That's not the case." Yan Yi reached out and grabbed his sleeve, shaking his head vigorously. "Your Majesty asked me this all of a sudden, and I wasn't able to react for a moment, which is why I hesitated for so long."
"Do you love me?" Wen Huiran asked again, the expectation in his eyes gradually turning into disappointment, and finally condensing into a bitter smile hanging on his lips, "You are always good at coaxing me, so what's the harm in coaxing me one more time?"
Yan Yi's mind was blank, his thoughts were in a mess. An idea gradually emerged in his heart, but he could not grasp it.
She must be fond of hearing the story.
Otherwise, why would she want to be close to him the moment she sees him, feel extremely anxious when she sees him sad, and feel sad and even helpless when he doesn't trust her...
Every detail of the two people's interactions appeared before his eyes like a movie, and Yan Yi was a little dazed for a moment.
Wen Huoran suddenly pulled his hand back, and the disappointment in his eyes turned into a tear, falling down from the corner of his eye.
Yan Yi's silence at this moment was tantamount to a negative answer in his eyes, which hurt the softest part of his heart.
"Your Majesty, I think I love you." In a hurry, Yan Yi didn't have time to think too much and vaguely said something that was not very satisfactory.
Wen Huoran slowly sat up straight, his hands subconsciously resting on his slightly swollen belly. "You can't even be sure of your feelings, so how can I trust you?"
After hearing this, Yan Yi was extremely anxious. He knelt down in front of him, tightly grasped his transparent right hand with both hands, and said with full confidence: "Your Majesty, I am sure that I love you."
Wen Huoran didn't respond. He pinched her chin with one hand, forcing her to look up and look at him. "Yan Yi, are you hiding something from me?"
His heart was about to jump out of his throat, and Yan Yi subconsciously clenched his fingers, forcing himself to calm down.
She stared at Wen Huoran, her eyes full of doubt and grievance, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly saying such things?"
"No?"
Yan Yi thought to himself, it’s over!
"No." Yan Yi was extremely panicked, but he pretended to be calm and tried to get away with it.
Wen Huoran's face was tense as he called her name seriously, "Yan Yi."
"I'm here!" Yan Yi pretended to be relaxed, without any sense of guilt.
The frustration in Wen Huoran's heart grew stronger and stronger. "How long do you intend to deceive me?"
Yan Yi took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down. He opened his innocent eyes wide and was about to cry.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing? Just tell me what I did wrong. Why are you scolding me for no reason?"
Bound by an invisible pressure, Wen Xuran wanted to struggle, but couldn't break free. He suddenly chuckled, "Yan Yi, when will you be able to be honest with me?"
Yan Yi refused to repent and started to talk nonsense: "I have always told you everything I know. Why did you bring this up suddenly? But what did I do wrong to cause you to misunderstand me?"
Wen Huoran let out a long sigh, as if extremely disappointed with her, and asked bluntly, "Why did you suddenly change the spices in the sachet?"
Yan Yi blinked, his expression unchanged, but his heart was pounding. "The previous spices have lost their effectiveness, so I replaced them with milder spices to give to Your Majesty."
"Very good." Wen Huoran sneered and continued, "Do you have any explanation for the spices that were destroyed yesterday and the tools used to make them?"
"No." His legs were stiff and tight, Yan Yi clenched his fingers, trying to keep himself steady. "Your Majesty, these are just some old perfume-making tools. They only take up space, so I threw them away."
"No other reason?"
"Yes." Yan Yi suddenly raised his voice, "Your Majesty is pregnant, and the spices I prepared earlier were too potent and unsuitable for Your Majesty's use. So I took it upon myself to burn them all. Please punish me, Your Majesty!"
"You should know that this is not the answer I want to hear." Wen Huoran had a wry smile on his lips and leaned back in his chair as if he had lost all strength.
His heart was about to jump out of his chest, and Yan Yi racked his brains, trying to find a way to escape.
Before she could calm down and think carefully, she heard Xu Ran say, "What happened on the night of the full moon?"
His head was buzzing and Yan Yi was so anxious that he was about to cry.
"On the night of the full moon, His Majesty's love poison erupted, yet he held on to his last bit of consciousness and sent me into the defensive formation to protect me. I—I couldn't bear to watch His Majesty suffer from the love poison, so I took the initiative to walk out of the formation, wanting to relieve His Majesty's pain."
Wen Huiran didn't respond, but continued to ask, "Before entering the defensive formation, you lit the incense. What was it for?"
Yan Yi didn't think twice before blurting out, "Your Majesty, that's a calming incense."
"Soothing incense?" Wen Huoran certainly didn't believe it. "Soothing incense will make my whole body weak, as if I were drugged?"
Yan Yi suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Huoran in disbelief, "Your Majesty, I didn't drug you."
"You didn't drug me?" Wen Huiran laughed in anger. Without allowing her to explain, he suddenly pulled out a scented box from his bosom and threw it to his feet. "Do you still recognize what this is?"
Yan Yi subconsciously looked towards Wen Huoran's feet, only to see a rosewood incense box smashed to pieces and a velvet bag lying quietly on the ground.
She had a bad feeling, so she had to bite the bullet and bend down to pick up the velvet bag, opening it with trembling hands.
A familiar fragrance hit her face, it was the spices she had lit in the secret place.
The situation was critical that day and there was no time to worry about the whereabouts of the incense box. So many things happened afterwards that Yan Yi had long forgotten about it.
Unexpectedly, this item fell into Wen Huoran's hands.
"Your Majesty, what kind of spice is this?" She pretended to be stupid.
Wen Huiran looked at her coldly and couldn't help but teasingly said, "You are so familiar with spices, but you don't know what kind of spice this is?"
Yan Yi: "Your Majesty, I am only familiar with the spices I make myself."
Seeing her attitude of not crying until she saw the coffin, Wen Huoran couldn't help but laugh, then turned around and took out the rosewood box and a burnt incense box given to him by Yan Yi from the inner room, and placed them on the table in front of Yan Yi.
"Do you still know him?"
Yan Yi hesitated slightly, then reached out and held the Huanghuali wooden box in his arms. "Your Majesty, this is the wooden box I gave you. I remember it contained several sachets of different scents."
Wen Huiran said calmly, "Open it and take a look."
He obviously had other intentions when he said this. Yan Yi hesitated to open the lid of the rosewood box. She felt that the sachet in her arms weighed a thousand pounds, pressing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.
"Open it." Wen Huoran urged impatiently.
Yan Yi knew that she was doomed today, so she steeled herself and opened the lid of the wooden box.
Several huanghuali wood incense boxes were neatly arranged in the wooden box, and they happened to be a set with the one that Wen Huoran threw on the ground.
Once upon a time, she went to the market with Bu Yingyue and her brother, and she liked the unique style of this set of wooden furniture, so she bought them all.
"Your Majesty, these incense boxes are the most common style and can be found in spice shops everywhere. I—"
"Yan Yi," Wen Huoran interrupted her, "I sent someone to inquire about this. This set of huanghuali wood boxes is exquisitely crafted and very expensive. This craftsman only made this set of wooden items, and you bought them all."
Yan Yi suddenly panicked.
She wasn't sure when Wen Huiran started to doubt her, when he started collecting evidence, or whether he knew her purpose... She could only explain incoherently, "There must be some misunderstanding. I never intended to harm you, Your Majesty. You have to believe me."
Wen Huoran was exhausted both physically and mentally. He sat dejectedly on a chair beside the table, as if all his muscles and bones had been pulled out.
He always left a way out for Yan Yi, hoping that she would confess to him on her own initiative. No matter what Yan Yi's intentions were, whether they were difficult or she had no choice, he would try to forgive Yan Yi.
As long as she was honest with herself.
Unexpectedly, even now, Yan Yi still refused to admit it and never took him seriously.
"The spices in your hand were used in the secret realm."
As he spoke, he took the burnt incense box from the table and caressed the ashes lovingly. "This incense box was once filled with the calming incense you gave me. Every time you lit the calming incense, I left a mark on the incense box."
He pointed to several scratches inside the incense box and showed them to Yan Yi - there were exactly ten scratches. The scratches near the edge were burned by fire, and only a black mark could be seen.
Yan Yi opened his mouth and tried in vain to explain: "Your Majesty, I really didn't give you any drugs."
"That day, I was completely limp and powerless, and could only lie on the bed, letting you do whatever you wanted. Do you have anything to explain to me?"
Yan Yi insisted, "Your Majesty's love poison was acting up, and I just wanted to help you relieve your pain. I had no ill intentions. As for not being able to resist the temptation and offending you, it is indeed my heinous crime."
Wen Huoran closed his eyes slightly, as if he was extremely tired.
He always held on to a glimmer of hope and was unwilling to believe that Yan Yi was just like Wen Zhengming and Wen Feng, and that he approached him just to use him.
"What's your reason?"
"I have no hardship." Yan Yi shook his head slowly.
She really had no so-called difficulties. She just had to complete the damn mission, and she could only go home after completing the mission.
Wen Huoran suddenly stood up, staggered a few steps, accidentally kicked over a chair, and almost fell to the ground.
Yan Yi hurried forward to hold his shoulders, but Wen Huoran dodged him.
A sudden sharp pain came from his lower abdomen, as if someone was tightly grasping and kneading his internal organs. Wen Huoran reached out to hold the edge of the table, one hand tightly protecting his abdomen. The pain was so severe that he almost fell to the ground.
Yan Yi immediately realized something, and regardless of the other party's resistance, he quickly helped the person sit firmly on the chair, and said in a slightly anxious tone, "Your Majesty, don't be angry, or you might get a miscarriage."
"I'm tired, you can go down." Wen Huoran said weakly.
The villain was so angry at her that he had a miscarriage, and it looked like the situation was extremely serious. Yan Yi was flustered and didn't dare to leave, so he had to move closer to him with a thick face.
"Your Majesty, I will stay and take care of you."
Wen Huiran shook her hand off and said in a serious tone, "Go away. I don't want to see you again."
Yan Yi froze in place for a long time before he asked with a choked voice, "Your Majesty, where do you want me to go? Your Majesty and I have been sleeping in the same bed for over a few months. Wherever Your Majesty is, that is my home. I have nowhere else to go."
Wen Huoran didn't even turn his head and walked straight towards the bedroom. "I'll send someone to arrange new accommodation for you and send your clothes over later."
Yan Yi stared blankly at his receding figure. Just as Wen Huoran entered the bedroom and was about to disappear, she called out pitifully, "Your Majesty, I won't leave. I want to stay with you."
Wen Huoran paused slightly, then quickened his pace and walked into the bedroom, as if he didn't hear what she said.
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