Drowsiness and stomach discomfort
I am dead.
I am alive again.
I live a life filled with aches and pains, feeling uncomfortable everywhere.
Xiao Yu lay slumped on the dragon bed, his eyes unfocused, contemplating life.
Xiao Yu couldn't understand how his long-planned act of forceful seizure had turned out this way, and how he had become the one being robbed, and even felt somewhat comfortable about it.
"Your Majesty." The bed creaked open, and a deep, satisfied voice sounded beside him.
Xiao Yu took a deep breath and angrily buried herself in the covers.
"I don't know you, get out of my way." Xiao Yu grinned and turned to the side, revealing a bare shoulder covered with dense red marks that seeped deep into his hair.
The man held a strand of Xiao Yu's hair in his hand. Beneath the parted hair was a piece of soft, white flesh covered with teeth marks, exuding a rich aroma of osmanthus wine.
It's clear that the mark has been made and there's no possibility of changing it.
"I will go and summon the imperial physician." The man, still smelling of alcohol, leaned closer and subtly wrapped his arm around Xiao Yu's shoulder, completely covering the skin that the blankets couldn't conceal.
"You dare! Ouch..." Xiao Yu stood up angrily, but accidentally aggravated his injury, and his lower back went limp and he fell back into Wei Shuang's arms.
There was an untreated stickiness between her legs. Xiao Yu's face was flushed and pale. She kept her legs together and dared not move.
"If it hurts, don't move anymore. We won't call the imperial physician." The man lowered his voice and coaxed Xiao Yu, whom he had just sworn brotherhood with, in a low voice.
Xiao Yu grunted, magnanimously not pushing away the person behind him, but his words were sharp: "Uncle, please have some self-respect. There is a difference between uncle and nephew."
He, a dignified godfather, had just completed his differentiation when he was marked by another godfather.
He didn't know which step of his plan went wrong, but after smelling the strong scent of wine on Wei Shuang's body, he lost his strength and was subdued by Wei Shuang in a daze.
Not only was he under my control, but Wei Shuang also bewitched me, and I actually gave in!
Xiao Yu angrily turned the arm that was resting on her shoulder and left a deep bite mark on Wei Shuang's arm.
"Wei Shuang, you are not human, I am the emperor."
How could you bully me like this? For seven whole days, I have no strength left.
Wei Shuang frowned upon hearing this.
He found the genital cavity last night, so why does Xiao Yu still think he is the godfather?
"It was my fault for not being able to control myself." Wei Shuang knew that Xiao Yu could only be appeased when he was angry. Moreover, it was indeed his fault for suppressing his emotions for too long. For many years, he had been suppressing his senility with the help of the Suppressing Pill. Once he had sex, he lost his temper and forced the young emperor to cry until he was hoarse.
But, even if we take a step back and assume that deer blood wine is completely without fault, is that really the case?
Xiao Yu had already sobered up from the frenzied passion of the rainy season. When she opened her eyes today and smelled the aroma of wine filling the tent, she felt no longer the impulse of last night.
But my stomach feels so bloated.
Xiao Yu placed her hand on her still swollen lower abdomen, but dared not touch it.
Gan Jun's reproductive cavity would degenerate after differentiation, but Wei Shuang didn't even let go of the degenerated parts. Xiao Yu didn't know how much he had eaten during the past few days of being obsessed with Wei Shuang.
"You blockhead, why aren't you carrying me to take a bath!" Just thinking about what was inside his swollen belly made Xiao Yu unable to control his anger, and he even blurted out the word "blockhead" that he had been keeping to himself.
The closed door to the inner room finally opened, and a decadent atmosphere poured out, mixed with the rich scent of osmanthus wine.
After being thoroughly marked, only Wei Shuang could smell the Kunzhe Xinxiang on Xiao Yu's body, so what wafted out at this moment was the strong wine scent mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus on Wei Shuang's body.
"Feng Shun, prepare water, I want to take a bath." Xiao Yu was held in Wei Shuang's arms, his whole body covered up, but his slightly hoarse and satisfied voice was full of languid tenderness.
"Your Majesty and the Prince have made all the preparations. I would be grateful if Your Majesty and the Prince could move to the Hot Spring Palace."
"Hmm..." Xiao Yu's leg, which was resting on Wei Shuang's arm, moved slightly, lifting a corner of her clothes to reveal her ankle surrounded by red marks.
Feng Shun frowned and awkwardly flicked a delicate pinky finger at Wei Shuang, his excitement and resentment churning inside him.
Inside the vast Tangquan Palace, only Wei Shuang and Xiao Yu remained.
Xiao Yu submerged her entire body underwater, crouching in a corner, separated from Wei Shuang by a whole steaming hot spring pool.
He pressed his stomach hard and relaxed his body, but nothing came out.
Xiao Yu's expression changed.
So deep?
What exactly does Wei Shuang look like?!
"If I were to die from a persistent high fever, I would have to leave an edict beforehand to punish you." Xiao Yu muttered irritably, his shoulders completely submerged in the water.
He had never slept with a man, but he had heard from Feng Shun that if one did not clean himself properly after sleeping with a man, one would develop a fever.
"Your servant is here to help you."
Wei Shuang reached out from the edge of the pool, her exposed upper body revealing clearly defined and beautiful muscles, covered with various scratches and bite marks that overshadowed the scars she had sustained on the battlefield.
The pool water was so hot that Xiao Yu's face turned slightly red. He turned his head away, not rejecting Wei Shuang's approach, and tacitly allowed Wei Shuang to serve him while he bathed.
When that large hand, which had touched his entire body, touched his back, Xiao Yu's body, which had tasted the essence of the flesh, still trembled. His waist went limp in an instant, and he collapsed onto Wei Shuang in the pool.
The incense on Xiao Yu's body became disordered again.
"I don't want it anymore," Xiao Yu blurted out instinctively.
After saying that, she blushed with shame and anger, turning herself into a bright red peony, beautiful, noble, and fragrant.
"I know what I'm doing..." Wei Shuang cleared his throat and said seriously.
The process of marking and covering the brand was not pleasant for Xiao Yu. When Wei Shuang bit into the soft flesh at the back of his neck, Xiao Yu's calf muscles tensed up to the point of spasm, and his glands felt as hot as boiling tea.
After marking the mark, Wei Shuang could sense Xiao Yu's emotions as soon as she got close to him: shyness, anger, irritability, and a little bit of longing.
But it really can't continue. Xiao Yu fainted earlier last night than in previous days. After falling asleep, her lower back was trembling uncontrollably.
Wei Shuang exhaled a breath of dry air, clearing her mind of images that shouldn't have remained in Jinjiang.
He transformed back into Liu Xiahui, expressionless, scooping up pool water and pouring it onto Xiao Yu's shoulder, helping the emperor relieve his exhaustion.
The room was already locked and could not be opened again. Wei Shuang couldn't help Xiao Yu any further, and since she couldn't clear away the evidence, she could only ask again, "Should we send some contraceptive soup?"
"You have humiliated me again!" Xiao Yu was furious. He stood up, leaning against the pool wall, leaving Wei Shuang with a staggering and resolute back view.
Enraged, Xiao Yu suspended court proceedings and relinquished all government affairs to Wei Shuang, indulging in daily entertainment and behaving like a complete tyrant.
Strangely enough, a month has passed since the separation, and Xiao Yu and Wei Shuang have been in a cold war for just as long, yet Xiao Yu's sleep has become increasingly better.
To celebrate finally escaping Wei Shuangxinxiang's control, Xiao Yu happily went to court.
The court officials hadn't seen Xiao Yu for almost a month, and rumors were flying throughout the court, with much discussion. Besides the majority of discussions about the new relationship between Wei Shuang and Xiao Yu, some rumors circulated that Xiao Yu had been placed under house arrest by Wei Shuang in the deep palace after the split, and that the regent himself wanted to sit on the throne.
This rumor was far more serious than the claim that he would become empress. Just as some court officials were about to grit their teeth and prepare to remonstrate with him to the death, Xiao Yu suddenly appeared on the dragon throne.
A month ago, the newly differentiated emperor was still surrounded by a strong fragrance of osmanthus. Now, not only is he radiant, but there is no trace of osmanthus fragrance on him. On the contrary, the wine fragrance on Wei Shuang's body is mixed with a lot of osmanthus fragrance.
The court officials all concluded that Xiao Yu had been completely marked.
Very well, the emperor's attendance at court not only failed to dispel the rumors, but actually confirmed them.
Their Great Liang will probably need, no, it absolutely needs, a new Empress.
Although the empress and concubines are not allowed to interfere in politics... Wei Shuang happens to hold great power, and their emperor favors her greatly. Interfering in politics is better than seizing power.
Even the heirs born to Your Majesty will still bear the surname Xiao, and the Great Liang will never change hands...
Xiao Yu sat lazily on the dragon throne, listening to the court proceedings, completely unaware of the turbulent emotions running through the hearts of the officials. He rubbed his uncomfortable stomach and shifted his position.
As expected, Gan Junchenghuan was still too much of a strain. After spending too much time with Wei Shuang, Xiao Yu's stomach was always uncomfortable, and these past two days it had been aching, and her emotions had become unstable.
I haven't summoned you, and you haven't even bothered to check on me. You've been living apart from me for half a month! If you like me, what's the point of just eating and traveling together?
Wasn't he quite shameless and persistent on the emperor's bed a few days ago?
Xiao Yu looked at Wei Shuang below the hall with dissatisfaction and kicked the dragon throne resentfully.
Boom—
With a loud bang, the hall fell silent, and everyone knelt down before Xiao Yu.
"Let's adjourn the court." Xiao Yu's face tightened, and he sat up straight, looking slightly awkward, before stealing a glance at Wei Shuang.
Perhaps because he had been smelling Wei Shuang's fragrance for a long time in court, on the way back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Xiao Yu simply tilted his head and fell asleep in the sedan chair. When he got off the sedan chair, Feng Shun lifted the curtain and found that their emperor was asleep.
Feng Shun called out softly a few times, but Xiao Yu kept his eyes closed and was fast asleep. He dared not move the sacred body without permission, so he had to call Wei Shuang over.
Ah! The Emperor and Empress are so kind; the Prince pulled His Majesty into his arms in one swift motion!
Feng Shun followed him into the hall with a smile to serve him.
——
Xiao Yu only slept for half an hour before waking up in Wei Shuang's arms.
The traitor who was clinging to him was actually holding a tattered manuscript in his hand!
I am not as important as a single memorial!
Xiao Yu took a deep breath, his face instantly darkening: "I had no idea that the Regent was so fond of politics."
The phrase "change the emperor" represents the emperor's dissatisfaction with others overstepping their bounds, but in Xiao Yu's words, it definitely had a sour undertone.
Wei Shuang noticed this and asked with concern, "Your Majesty, is there anything else that's bothering you?"
Wei Shuang's palm was resting on Xiao Yu's flat stomach.
Xiao Yu instantly became angry again: "They disappear as soon as night falls, hiding from me to this extent, not daring to ask the Regent for his concern."
He angrily slapped away Wei Shuang's hand that was trying to soothe him.
This matter is not over until I'm allowed to return to sleep!
"Your Majesty, I know I am guilty. I beg Your Majesty to allow me to stay overnight in the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
Xiao Yu: "..."
Xiao Yu's expression softened slightly: "That's more like it."
Smelling Wei Shuang's fragrance, Xiao Yu felt sleepy again. Leaning against Wei Shuang, her fatigue intensified. Xiao Yu closed her eyes again and instinctively nestled against Wei Shuang's chest.
Afterwards, Wei Shuang specifically consulted Xiao Yu's two trusted imperial physicians, who both generously shared many precautions regarding the Kun (female) practitioner.
For example, a woman who has been marked will become particularly dependent on her god, especially in the half month after the mark is made. She is very easily aroused when she smells the scent of her god.
"Although Your Highness and His Majesty are young, they should exercise restraint. His Majesty is physically weak and should not engage in strenuous exercise frequently," the imperial physician earnestly advised.
The frail...the frail Xiao Yu was able to lift him up by the waist and carry him to the dragon bed.
But Wei Shuang listened to her advice. He kept a respectful distance from Xiao Yu in bed for a whole month, eating and traveling together every day, but when it was time for him to serve Xiao Yu in bed, he would ask to go to the side hall.
After the two marked each other, Wei Shuang couldn't help but feel restless when she smelled the osmanthus fragrance on Xiao Yu's body. She was afraid that she would lose control even faster than Xiao Yu.
Seeing Wei Shuang standing there like a wooden statue, Xiao Yu had no choice but to speak again: "My stomach is upset, rub it for me."
Wei Shuang suddenly snapped back to reality. His gaze swept over Xiao Yu's abdomen, which showed no change, and he slowly frowned: "Has Your Majesty summoned the imperial physician to take your pulse these past two days?"
A not-so-good thought welled up in Wei Shuang's mind.
He and Xiao Yu had been intimate for seven whole days, and Xiao Yu was in her early fertile period, not long after her first period... It was extremely dangerous.
"I'm not sick, why would I need the imperial physician?" Xiao Yu looked at Wei Shuang strangely, as a few wisps of osmanthus fragrance wafted from behind him.
"I am worried that Your Majesty is unwell. Perhaps we should ask someone to come and take a look?" Wei Shuang suggested cautiously.
Smelling Wei Shuang's fragrance, Xiao Yu felt incredibly comfortable and raised his head with delight: "So you've finally learned to care about me?"
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Author's Note: [Milk Tea] This humble woman has something to say, but I'm not sure if I should. Your Majesty, perhaps you are...
[Sprinkling flowers] I saw so many familiar faces! Thank you all for following along from Xiao Ye to Your Majesty~ This chapter also got some red comments! [Sprinkling flowers]
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