Mark me as the Emperor, do not use contraceptive soup.
As soon as the tightly closed palace doors opened, the overwhelming fragrance of osmanthus blossoms from Xiao Yu reached Wei Shuang even before the imperial physician's voice could be heard, causing Wei Shuang's expression to change.
Kun Zhe Xin Xiang... How could this be?
Physician Li deftly handed the Suppression Pill, which he had prepared for Xiao Yu, to Wei Shuang.
"Your Majesty's condition is critical. Please summon the Regent to the palace." The area outside the palace was a chaotic mix of people and fish, and Imperial Physician Li dared not say more.
"Understood." Wei Shuang understood, chewed the pill in her hand in front of Physician Li, turned around and said sternly, "Your Majesty's division is not to be publicized. I don't think I need to teach you how to say it."
In an instant, a dense mass of people knelt on the ground.
Two imperial physicians slipped out smoothly through the crack in the door. Wei Shuang, her face cold, stepped across the palace gate and strode towards Xiao Yu, forcefully pulling back the dragon tent—
Xiao Yu, her face flushed, curled up in the center of the dragon bed, the blanket tightly wrapped between her legs.
When Wei Shuang entered the hall, Xiao Yu was already not quite conscious. Her undergarments were crumpled and squeezed together, her underpants were nowhere to be found, and her two long, white legs were crossed, her taut toes hooking onto the bedding.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness completely, a strong and alluring aroma of wine suddenly wafted into the royal tent. Instead of stirring the emperor's senses, it caused the confused and infatuated Xiao Yu to take the initiative to greet him...
It smells so good... so good, like the peach blossom wine that my mother secretly kept in her palace.
The osmanthus fragrance in the room was too strong, exceeding the suppression range of the Suppression Pill. Moreover, Wei Shuang and Xiao Yu had formed a bond through the brand, and the influence of the fragrance on Xiao Yu was even greater than that on the Kun people who had formed a bond.
Wei Shuang's eyes reddened instantly, and she stood by the bed to steady herself.
"Your Majesty," Wei Shuang said hoarsely, his fist clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.
With a glance back, Xiao Yu's eyes were blurry with tears, her golden pupils filled with mist, like a pool of water, forming a shimmering peach blossom pond.
"Wei Shuang, is that you?" Xiao Yu squinted, biting her tongue to force a sliver of clarity.
The thin gauze curtains could not block the surging first tide. The fragrance that had been restrained and suppressed just now suddenly burst forth as if stimulated by something. Wei Shuang was covered in Xiao Yu's fragrance, and her breathing became rapid. She unconsciously took a step back.
Upon smelling the aroma of wine, Xiao Yu felt a surge of energy. He pulled the person back in front of him with displeasure, flipped over, and pressed the pleasant aroma of wine beneath him.
"You've come to help me." Xiao Yu smiled happily, pressing against Wei Shuang's chest and laughing foolishly. After smelling the wine he liked, he couldn't wait to lie on Wei Shuang's body and grope her all over—the silk was smooth and the bedding was soft, but there was an uneven, hard object under his elbow.
Xiao Yu grunted, propped himself up, and reached into Wei Shuang's sleeve with dissatisfaction, touching something warm and gentle.
"Jade?" Xiao Yu touched the thin, uneven surface and curiously pulled it outwards.
A delicate white jade hairpin appeared before Xiao Yu's eyes. The hairpin was as white as solidified cream, and on the head of the hairpin were carved two or three clusters of osmanthus flowers, which echoed the fragrance of the incense filling Xiao Yu's tent.
"It's for me," Xiao Yu confirmed.
"Yes, for His Majesty's coming-of-age ceremony." Wei Shuang held her breath, gently wrapped her arms around Xiao Yu's back, and smiled slightly.
"Jade hairpin...coming-of-age ceremony?" During the rainy season, Xiao Yu's emotions were amplified countless times. He clearly only wanted to question her, but when it came to his lips, it turned into endless grievances. He had to sniff, then grab Wei Shuang's sleeve, twist it, and then disgustedly pull it off and throw it away.
Of course, it's not just the coming-of-age ceremony.
The jade hairpin represents the pleasure between a man and a woman. Wei Shuang had been waiting for Xiao Yu to separate, and only when Xiao Yu separated would he dare to cross that sordid line in his heart.
He originally planned to carefully insert the jade hairpin into Xiao Yu's neatly styled hair after her birthday banquet.
But Xiao Yu suddenly broke apart on this auspicious day. A messenger from the palace came to the general's mansion. In her haste, Wei Shuang only had time to put the jade hairpin into her sleeve and forgot to take the gift box.
Very well, Your Majesty is of the Kun element, which perfectly fulfills your obsession.
Wei Shuang shook her head, but Xiao Yu's eyes were once again blurred with tears. He was overwhelmed with heat and fiercely kissed Wei Shuang's lips, taking advantage of the rainy season to get drunk and act crazy in the fragrant tent.
"You delivered yourself to my door, don't blame me." Xiao Yu gripped the hairpin tightly in one hand and reached under the pillow with the other, pulling out a porcelain bottle that was either ointment or aphrodisiac. Wei Shuang's chest heaved violently as he was pressed down. Xiao Yu chuckled softly against Wei Shuang's chest, then looked up at her reddened lips. "Wei Shuang, I am now your godfather."
Xiao Yu's mind was sometimes clear and sometimes hazy, and his ears seemed to selectively grasp information as if they had their own thoughts. Before, whether it was due to the brand or because he was not differentiated, Xiao Yu had always been very dependent on Wei Shuang's scent. Now, he was immersed in the fantasy of differentiating himself into a god, and he was secretly glad that the universe repelled like-minded people, but he did not dislike Wei Shuang's scent.
"Gan Jun?" Wei Shuang frowned and gently pushed Xiao Yu away.
The tent was filled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, clearly the scent of the goddess Kun.
Without saying a word, Xiao Yu grabbed Wei Shuang's wrist, attempting to subdue her with his weight: "I won't let you go, Wei Shuang. I'll make you beg for mercy under me and force my uncle to come up with a nice courtesy name for me."
Wei Shuang: "..."
Wei Shuang closed her eyes and exhaled a hot, stale breath.
No one dared to call the emperor by his name, so he had no given name.
But Xiao Yu bestowed such honor upon himself.
“Jinzhi,” Wei Shuang blurted out.
Yu means precious gem, and Jin means beautiful jade.
Just like Xiao Yu, who is flawless and whose beauty is beyond compare, captivating and breathtaking at a single glance.
"Xiao Jinzhi." Wei Shuang easily broke free from Xiao Yu's weak grip, and then used a little force to turn their positions around.
Five years have passed, and the imperial kitchen continues to provide him with a constant stream of delicacies and tonics, yet Xiao Yu remains as thin as ever, with a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, and hardly any flesh on his stomach or face, only bones pressing down on him, making him feel uncomfortable.
"What did you say?" Xiao Yu stood frozen on the bed, his mind a battle between clarity and confusion, a fierce and irreconcilable struggle.
"Xiao Yu, Xiao Jinzhi." After years of being cautious in his words and actions, Wei Shuang addressed the emperor by his name for the first time. He bent down, rubbed open Xiao Yu's palm that was tightly gripping the porcelain bottle, clasped their fingers together, and tentatively released the soothing fragrance from his glands.
The aroma of the wine got out of control and couldn't be stopped.
Instantly, the rich and fragrant scent of osmanthus filled the entire inner hall. Xiao Yu's gaze was unfocused, and the name "Xiao Jinzhi" kept echoing in his mind.
The prince, named Zhenbao, was discarded like trash because of his heterochromia, but his mother treated him like a treasure.
Now, he has obtained a beautiful jade as a match in Wei Shuang's mouth.
It turns out that Wei Shuang had always regarded him as a precious gem.
Xiao Yu raised his hand, trembling, and touched Wei Shuang's face. He smelled the sweet fragrance of wine on Wei Shuang's body, like peach blossom wine, and then leaned closer to her.
Then, Xiao Yu was completely enveloped in the sweet and intoxicating fermented rice wine.
……Um?
wrong!
Xiao Yu struggled.
Why is it me again who got bitten on the neck!
"You...how dare you!"
Xiao Yu stared wide-eyed in disbelief as teeth marks suddenly appeared on her sensitive glands. A large amount of dried cinnamon was injected into her glands, and Xiao Yu's shoulders were pressed painfully, as if her neck was about to be bitten off.
How could Wei Shuang... how dare she!!!
"If you dare to take advantage of me, I will no longer like you." Xiao Yu cried out, her body, exhausted from the onset of her first period, was powerless to resist. After the emperor's fragrance was injected into her glands, her back felt slightly numb.
It's burning hot.
Xiao Yu fell into a pile of cotton formed from tenderness, bobbing up and down. The person bit through the gland on the back of her neck, but she couldn't even bear to kick it away.
"Your Majesty, please bear with it."
Wei Shuang lowered her eyes, gripped Xiao Yu's arm tightly, biting harder and deeper, injecting a large amount of pheromone into the depths of her glands in a few breaths.
It's hot, so hot.
Wei Shuang's lips are so hot.
"Wei Shuang... ooh..." The intense liquor was too stimulating, and the touch on his glands made Xiao Yu tremble all over. He whimpered, and the fragrance of osmanthus in the tent made Xiao Yu instantly drunk.
Xiao Yu blushed and, as she uttered even more shameful sounds, completely lost consciousness.
Only two rapid breaths could be heard inside the room.
When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight had not yet penetrated the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the hall was still dark.
The dragon bed, hidden by curtains, was only slightly illuminated.
"Hmm..."
Xiao Yu pressed his forehead in unbearable pain, his head throbbing as if it were about to split open. The whole room was filled with the aroma of alcohol, and he was even more affected, as if he had been soaked in the scent. The back of his neck, which was covered with Wei Shuangxin's fragrance, was suffering from a hangover and the throbbing pain was hard to relieve.
The bedchamber was eerily quiet, save for another heavy breathing sound.
It seems that all the palace servants have been cleared out of the palace.
Xiao Yu's thoughts were a jumbled mess. Just as he was about to pull the blanket over and close his eyes again, a sudden movement caused a large amount of osmanthus fragrance, mixed with the scent of alcohol, to overflow from his glands, which he could hardly control.
The pure, crisp taste of the wine is Wei Shuang, and the fragrance of osmanthus...
Xiao Yu was instantly wide awake, gritting his teeth in anger.
Last night, on his twentieth birthday, he split into Gan Jun, but due to the accident involving the incense burner, Wei Shuang took full advantage of him.
He had clearly differentiated into a vassal state just like Wei Shuang… Xiao Yu raised his hand in resentment and caught a glimpse of a jade hairpin piercing through his fist.
"For His Majesty's coming-of-age ceremony." Wei Shuang's words from last night gently stirred his heart.
Xiao Yu read the three words "Xiao Jinzhi" that suddenly appeared in her mind with a look of disdain.
Pshaw! Coming-of-age ceremony!
The national treasury is full of precious jade artifacts; he has no interest in such a crudely made jade hairpin!
Xiao Yu wanted to throw the jade hairpin back to Wei Shuang's sleeping pillow, but her hand just wouldn't obey her, and she couldn't open her clenched fist no matter what she did.
Xiao Yu and Xiao Jinzhi reluctantly used their left hands, pouting and pulling out the hairpin they were holding in their right hands, then tossing it back under Wei Shuang's pillow.
Xiao Yu's burning gaze moved from the jade hairpin to Wei Shuang's neck, then to her sharply defined face. Unable to resist, Xiao Yu raised his hand and poked Wei Shuang's slightly haggard cheek.
one time.
Two times.
......
Seven or eight times.
Wei Shuang didn't even wake up.
laugh!
Xiao Yu hissed again.
It wasn't that great. I only used the incense to suppress my fertile period for one night, and I was exhausted.
They did nothing.
Wei Shuang looks so weak.
Xiao Yu's gaze drifted downwards, then returned to the alluring nape of her neck.
Wei Shuang's neck was hidden in the dim light. Xiao Yu swallowed hard, his teeth itching slightly.
A great opportunity to bite back!
Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes, moved closer to Wei Shuang's nape, and stopped just as his lips and tongue were about to touch their destination.
He gasped.
...It deflated.
The glands on the back of Wei Shuang's neck deflated.
Over the course of five years, the two slept in the same bed every day. Xiao Yu had touched her many times, sometimes secretly and sometimes openly, but he had never seen Wei Shuang's glands so shrunken.
Xiao Yu sighed and leaned in to smell it again.
The aroma of the wine was faint, almost imperceptible.
"Hiss..." Xiao Yu raised his head awkwardly, scratched his cheek, and covered his itchy teeth with his fingertips.
They didn't go any further despite the fertile period induced by the mere aphrodisiac. Could it be that suppressing it with just the aphrodisiac would cause such depletion of their glands?
Xiao Yu's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't bring herself to take a bite.
Fine, considering that Wei Shuang didn't take advantage of the situation, I'll let him rest for a couple of days.
Xiao Yu rolled up the remaining porcelain bottle under his pillow and got up, displaying a rather imperial air... but abandoning his imperial air.
Wei Shuang's glands deflated, but Xiao Yu's did not.
Xiao Yu caught a whiff of osmanthus fragrance mixed with the scent of alcohol on her body, and her ears turned bright red.
I'm so angry.
The swelling and pain in the back of his neck was hard to relieve. Wei Shuang held him and nibbled at his neck for half an hour. Even though the fragrance of Gan Jun had a miraculous effect of accelerating healing when it came into contact with the gland, Xiao Yu's fingertips could still feel the teeth marks left by Wei Shuang.
One is insufficient to cover the temporary mark of the brand.
Even after all this, Wei Shuang still only cares about that damn coming-of-age ceremony!
Is it so hard to say you like yourself?
I've clearly differentiated myself...
No, I have to prove them wrong.
Xiao Yu clenched his fist and waved it in the air towards Wei Shuang's head. After stuffing Afu into Wei Shuang's arms, he sneakily stepped over Wei Shuang and climbed off the dragon bed.
——
Weakened after the rainy season, Xiao Yu swung weakly across the outer hall, opened the door to the sleeping quarters, and saw a brightly lit room. Looking down, she saw a man with dark circles under his eyes sitting haphazardly on the floor.
So many people!
Xiao Yu was startled.
Fortunately, before looking for Feng Shun, he remembered to put on his inner garment and outer robe.
"Your Majesty... Ughhhhh!!!" Xiao Yu covered Feng Shun's mouth before he could shout it out.
"Shh!" Xiao Yu put his index finger to his lips and solemnly looked around.
"Your Majesty! Why did you come out first!" Feng Shun asked in a low voice, his voice carefully tucked into his throat.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, and there was still a little over half an hour before the usual court session.
Last night, the imperial bed creaked and groaned until midnight. According to the latest popular novel, "The Overbearing Emperor's Forced Love," His Majesty should not be so energetic.
Could it be that...their Emperor is exceptionally gifted and...did...with the Regent!
Feng Shun took a deep breath, rubbing his hands together in his heart, and exclaimed that Xiao Yu had done a great job.
"I, I..." Xiao Yu opened his mouth, looked around warily, glanced into the inner room, tightened his face and walked straight towards the side hall.
A large group of people followed Xiao Yu to the side hall, confused. As they walked, Feng Shun instructed the other palace servants to prepare basins and towels for washing, while Ji Lian was blocked at the door by Xiao Yu with a disappointed look on his face.
"There's an assassin in my bed. Go back and guard him. Don't wake him or let him escape." Xiao Yu ruthlessly closed the door, leaving the bewildered Ji Lian outside.
Everyone: "???"
An assassin? Where did this assassin come from?! Why can't we wake them up?
Ji Lian, still unable to process the news that "Xiao Yu has already been taken by the Regent," collapsed and clung to the door, scratching his head in frustration.
With Imperial Guards guarding the Hall of Mental Cultivation, even if an assassin grew wings, he couldn't escape. Clearly, Xiao Yu's safety in the side hall was more important. As the commander of the Imperial Guards, he should prioritize protecting Xiao Yu.
Ji Lian didn't leave. He peered through the crack in the door. A door couldn't stop his curiosity, and he could hear the conversation inside clearly.
"Your Majesty, when did an assassin infiltrate your room?" Feng Shun asked anxiously, completely bewildered.
The regent was a military general; what about this mere assassin...? Shouldn't he be dealt with?
Or perhaps His Majesty was so vigorous last night that the burly Regent was rendered bedridden?!
Feng Shun glanced suspiciously at the listless Xiao Yu.
Wow, you really can't judge a book by its cover.
"I think... I think I accidentally marked the assassin." Only Physician Zhang Li and his three trusted confidants Feng Shun remained in the side hall. Xiao Yu stammered, his hands behind his back guiltily.
The door to the side hall was suddenly flung open, and Ji Lian stormed in, landing on his back and seeing stars.
Xiao Yu was startled and cautiously looked towards the palace gate. Only after seeing Ji Lian did she quietly exhale.
As for Ji Lian, Xiao Yu generously ignored him, and he continued to fabricate, no, to reminisce.
"That assassin was so tall, taller than me! He actually took advantage of my weakened state to climb onto the dragon bed, leaving me reeking of alcohol."
Now everyone understood that this assassin was not the other assassin, but Wei Shuang, who had entered the palace to help last night.
"Your Majesty, the one on the dragon bed was not an assassin... You two have a very good relationship, extremely close, don't you remember?" Feng Shun's mind raced, and he explained with a smile, while also subtly trying to curry favor with the future empress.
"An intimate assassin?" Xiao Yu was taken aback, his acting was so natural and flawless.
"...Could it be a concubine? But I don't remember taking any concubines. Logically speaking, the harem should be empty. The one on the dragon bed..." Xiao Yu frowned, his left fist pressed against his chin. He nodded and changed the subject, "It can only be an assassin! I am the emperor, so the assassin is too!"
"How could I possibly take a concubine into the harem! It was clearly that person who took advantage of my vulnerable period to climb into my bed and steal the Dragon Well." Hmph! I'll take advantage of you, Wei Shuang, before you wake up and put you in your place.
If you dare to refuse me or offend me, you will have to beg me to let you into the harem in the future.
The four people surrounding Xiao Yu were stunned.
"Your Majesty, do you still remember this old servant?" Sensing that Xiao Yu's perception was different, Feng Shun was on the verge of tears.
His Majesty has suffered many misfortunes since he was a prince. Could it be that his hysteria has relapsed? He had it once five years ago after being violated by the Regent at the hunting grounds. Could it be happening again...?
"Aren't you Feng Shun?" Xiao Yu looked at him strangely.
The two imperial physicians also came over, and Xiao Yu called out their identities one by one, including Ji Lian, who had fallen in and was frozen in place. Xiao Yu didn't forget him either, and casually added, "Go back."
This left the commander of the Imperial Guard heartbroken.
Physician Li was even more anxious than Physician Zhang. He respectfully requested to take Xiao Yu's wrist so he could carefully examine her pulse.
Compared to the turbulent pulse of the previous night, Xiao Yu's pulse has now calmed down. Although the pulse is still weak as always, Xiao Yu's complexion looks rosy and healthy. He doesn't seem to be suffering from hysteria. Instead, it looks like he has been enjoying a romantic time with the Regent.
Moreover, she had a passionate encounter with the Kun (female) and added many incense sticks to the Gan Jun (a type of incense).
Imperial Physician Li held his breath and grasped the key point as he spoke: "Your Majesty, are you saying that you have differentiated into a male heir? And that what you did last night was something one would do during a susceptible period?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room gasped, including Ji Lian, who hadn't yet crawled away.
“Of course, I am now the Gan Jun.” Xiao Yu said confidently, having no doubt about it. He looked at the strange-looking Imperial Physician Li and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, “Minister Li is not good at the way of Qian and Kun, but I can still distinguish between Gan Jun and Kun.”
"Your Majesty, please allow us to take your pulse again..." The expressions of the two imperial physicians were quite interesting. As soon as Xiao Yu nodded, the two moved a chair with three layers of soft cushions over, and then grabbed Xiao Yu's hands from the left and right to take his pulse again.
The pulse remained normal; their emperor's first period of divine favor after his differentiation had passed safely, but the problem lay with his head...
The two imperial physicians felt extremely overwhelmed and overwhelmed.
It was Feng Shun who spoke up and helped them out of the predicament.
"His Majesty must have been too frightened and greatly stimulated last night, which triggered his hysteria and caused him to forget about the Prince."
"Your Highness?" Xiao Yu's expression changed dramatically. "That assassin is my blood relative???"
"...No, no!" Feng Shun hurriedly waved his hands, feeling as if his head had been lifted from his cervical spine for a moment. "That assassin...Pah, pah, pah, Your Highness was granted the title of Marquis of Ding'an by the late Emperor. Prince Xu served as regent when you were young."
Xiao Yu looked at Feng Shun with disappointment and sighed, "The Regent is not the Empress."
Feng Shun: "...Hmm?"
Seeing that everyone was still stunned and hadn't reacted, Xiao Yu said leisurely, "Ji Lian, go and find out who the assassin is. I remember the Regent. He has been against me all these years. He says the opposite of what I say, and he even whips my palm with a thorn stick. He is simply a treacherous villain."
Xiao Yu exaggerated and slandered Wei Shuang.
The two imperial physicians finally realized, albeit slowly, that Xiao Yu had lost his memory and had only forgotten Wei Shuang. In order not to reveal any flaws, Xiao Yu even used existing books as a reference to compile a regent who should exist in this way.
However... the Regent and Xiao Yu have a deep friendship. Although Wei Shuang still holds power on the surface, Xiao Yu has long been the one in charge. If it weren't for Xiao Yu, Wei Shuang would avoid that position of power like the plague.
"Wei Shuang, how much do you still remember?" Physician Li boldly probed.
Physician Zhang was startled by Physician Li's occasional boldness and took two steps back.
"Who is Wei Shuang?" Xiao Yu blatantly lied.
Imperial Physician Li: "And what about the Regent?"
Xiao Yu leaned back in his chair impatiently: "Of course I remember everything."
Well, the Regent alone has been completely forgotten.
Physician Li was an old man who had witnessed the endless entanglement between the Regent and Xiao Yu. For the past five years, the two had shared a bed every night. When he went to take Xiao Yu's pulse, the Regent would always be by his side reading memorials to Xiao Yu.
The deep affection shown by them made Physician Li lower his standards. He secretly pulled Physician Zhang aside to discuss the ancient prescription, determined to develop a new secret medicine that could enable Xiao Yu to have a child.
Five years passed in the blink of an eye. The new elixir hadn't been developed. Their Emperor had divided himself into Kun (female) beings, directly and fundamentally solving the problem of the male ruler's inability to have children. But…
How could someone selectively suffer from amnesia?
Could it be because of the brand? Or is it a side effect of the secret medicine failing?
Upon hearing the mention of the secret medicine, Physician Li's expression suddenly turned serious. He lowered his eyes, his gaze seemingly sweeping over Xiao Yu's lower abdomen.
Before the old doubts were resolved, new problems arose. During the fertile period of a woman's life, the conception rate was extremely high. He watched as Xiao Yu hesitated several times before being interrupted by Physician Zhang.
"Does Your Majesty wish to give that assassin prince some medicine to prevent him from having a child?" Physician Zhang asked cautiously, "and then considerately taste it for him."
Even a few bites are better than nothing; we can't let the emperor get pregnant so soon after the division.
He still has amnesia; he's an unlucky emperor who doesn't recognize his child's father.
"No need. That assassin is also a concubine, so she probably isn't pregnant." Hearing that the imperial physician wanted to taste it himself, Xiao Yu felt a bitter taste on his tongue and decisively refused.
The more he said, the more mistakes he made, and the easier it was to expose his flaws. Xiao Yu glanced at the sky outside the window and asked, "Am I feeling unwell?"
"His Majesty is now perfectly fine, and the rain... the period of vulnerability has been temporarily suppressed." The two imperial physicians replied in unison.
"Now that you are all well, my two ministers may go back and rest. I must go to the morning court." Xiao Yu gave them the order to leave.
——
"Find me a new pair of underpants." With only Feng Shun left in the side hall, Xiao Yu coldly gave the order, revealing a new weakness to the chief eunuch who had grown up with him: "Wei Shuang took the ones that were meant for me."
I see!
Feng Shun clapped his hands knowingly and took small steps to fetch a robe for Xiao Yu to change into.
"What are Your Majesty's plans?" Feng Shun helped Xiao Yu change out of his mismatched undergarments and put on his outer robe.
Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes: "Of course I'll go to court."
Let the court officials know the good news that I have divided them and that I have made a mark with Wei Shuang.
Feng Shun's hand, which was tidying his clothes, froze.
——
Inside the main hall, the court officials stood anxiously, waiting for news that the court session would be adjourned.
Xiao Yu was lazy, and it wasn't until Wei Shuang and Wang Ruofu forced him to be inactive in his duties that he became lazy. However, compared to some emperors who embarked on massive construction projects just to build imperial tombs and seek immortality, at least he didn't interfere in affairs.
Moreover, Xiao Yu has only just come of age and is still a young emperor. So it's fine for him to be a little lazy and not have to attend the morning court. Everyone is happy to be at ease.
Given His Majesty Xiao Yu's temperament, after the division, he would probably have to suspend court for seven days. If there were any important matters, he could submit a memorial directly to the General's Mansion, and then discuss them separately.
Nobody likes going to work, not even high-ranking officials.
To everyone's surprise, Xiao Yu arrived at court on time.
I wasn't late; in fact, I arrived fifteen minutes early.
"Good morning, my esteemed ministers." In a good mood, Xiao Yu deliberately walked through the court officials before slowly sitting on the dragon throne.
A simple greeting of five words, carrying the scent of a Kunzhe Xinxiang, the scent of a Kunzhe Xinxiang marked by Gan Jun.
The men in the hall all changed their expressions and began whispering among themselves.
Wang Ruofu nearly fainted.
"As you all can see, I have already divided myself into a different ruler." Xiao Yu lazily rubbed his forehead and leaned back on the dragon throne, the golden dragons swirling on the cuffs of his black sleeves draped around his waist. The hall fell silent, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to utter any wild speculations.
They had never smelled the unfamiliar osmanthus fragrance on Xiao Yu before, but the wine scent mixed with the osmanthus fragrance... it was clearly the scent of Regent Wei Shuang!
So... so His Majesty's five-year-long talk about having a child with the Regent... it was actually true?!
"Your Majesty, I congratulate you on your newfound peace." Shen Que was the first to recover, bowing respectfully as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "I wonder how the Regent is doing?"
Xiao Yu nodded in satisfaction, suddenly understanding why his father had promoted a young prime minister. He now wanted to promote this cunning prime minister as well.
"I heard he's asleep on the dragon bed." Finally, someone mentioned Wei Shuang. Xiao Yu pretended to be displeased, glanced at Feng Shun and frowned, "How can the Regent be allowed to snore beside his bed?"
——
"What did you say? His Majesty went to court without concealing the scent of the incense?" Wei Shuang, finally awakened by Physician Li's needle, closed her eyes, wishing she could faint.
But he couldn't; he still had to go and clean up Xiao Yu's mess, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
It was the first time that the Emperor of Liang had been divided into Kun (female) types. Wei Shuang dared not imagine how much trouble it would cause if Xiao Yu's Kun-type incense, which carried her own scent, was exposed in the hall.
Wei Shuang grabbed her outer robe and was about to get out of bed, with a shiny silver needle on her head.
"Please, please, please don't panic! The needles haven't been removed yet!" Having weathered many storms, Physician Li now appeared incredibly calm. He casually dropped another bombshell: "His Majesty suffered some unexpected setbacks and lost his memory upon waking. Now, to His Majesty, the Regent is the Regent, Lord Wei is Lord Wei, and you are the assassin who climbed onto the dragon bed."
"What do you mean?" The latter was indeed more important to Wei Shuang. Upon hearing this, Wei Shuang sat back down on the edge of the bed and waited for Physician Li to remove the silver needles from her head.
"His Majesty fled from his bedchamber in a panic this morning. After we stopped him, we discovered that His Majesty had lost his memory again." At the end, Imperial Physician Li added, "This humble servant is incompetent and does not yet know the cause of His Majesty's amnesia."
Wei Shuang was astonished: "How can someone with impaired memory remember attending court?"
Could it be that his brain was burned? That's not like Xiao Yu's style.
"His Majesty hasn't forgotten everything. He remembers all the affairs of the court and the key ministers..."
Wei Shuang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't waste five years of his work, he could teach Xiao Yu again.
Before he could even catch his breath, Physician Li added, "But I've completely forgotten about you."
"Forgot everything?" Wei Shuang choked on her own breath and coughed violently, clutching her chest.
"Yes... Judging from the situation this morning, His Majesty seems to regard you as an assassin sent by the Regent to climb into the Emperor's bedchamber." Imperial Physician Li sighed, looking up at the sky.
The plot of the best-selling novel "The Overbearing Emperor's Forced Love" ultimately unfolds in the deep palace, turning lovers into enemies.
"I sent an assassin to climb into the dragon bed..." Wei Shuang laughed in anger.
Isn't this still dry white wine?
What kind of image does he have in Xiao Yu's subconscious? Why send an assassin to climb into the emperor's bed? Even a honey trap should involve a beautiful woman...
Wei Shuang looked down and fell silent when she saw her exposed chest muscles.
Ugh, what a hassle.
Wei Shuang glanced uncomfortably over the messy dragon bed, next to the pillow, and saw the white jade hairpin with osmanthus blossoms that Xiao Yu had been clutching in his hand the night before.
And... the porcelain bottle of love potion that wasn't taken away.
I've completely forgotten it.
very good.
Wei Shuang closed his eyes and covered his forehead, which was also throbbing with pain. Last night, he had been holding Xiao Yu and releasing the soothing fragrance all night long, which had inadvertently depleted his own glands.
He took the pills from Physician Li and chewed them without expression.
Wei Shuang stood up and, as if possessed, put the love potion along with the hairpin into her sleeve pocket.
He forgot that he also had to help Xiao Yu clean up the mess; as an assassin, he now had to step in to help Xiao Yu keep the court officials in check.
Where can you find such a dedicated assassin?
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"So, the assassin has already woken up?" Xiao Yu had successfully finished court and was riding in a sedan chair to return to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to see Wei Shuang.
"The prince is already on his way." Feng Shun nervously gripped his sleeve, his mind racing as he considered how to be a good wingman.
"Come on then."
He has already shown his and Wei Shuang's marks to the court officials. What? Does Wei Shuang dare to deceive the emperor to his face?
Now that he's in trouble, Wei Shuang is the prime suspect.
"Kenu is a little nervous." Feng Shun even became nervous.
"...Don't worry, with me here, the Regent won't dare to lay a hand on you." Xiao Yu displayed an imperial aura, domineeringly protecting his subordinate.
Strangely, Xiao Yu did not see Wei Shuang until the sedan chair was carried back to the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He got off the sedan chair in confusion, thinking to himself: Did I pretend to have amnesia and make Wei Shuang look like she really had amnesia?
As soon as he stepped into the palace, he saw Wei Shuang with her back to him, and Physician Li busy giving Wei Shuang acupuncture to replenish her qi.
"What happened?" Xiao Yu stopped in place, looking very alert. "Your Excellency, you paralyzed the assassin by stabbing him?"
His tone seemed overly concerned, so Xiao Yu added, "Recognize him for a great service."
Xiao Yu heard Wei Shuang seem to grind her teeth.
Physician Li dared not speak rashly; he knelt down and performed a deep bow.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me! I accidentally gave the Regent the wrong medicine!" He had intended a blood-tonifying pill, but instead pulled out a digestive and spleen-strengthening one…
To borrow a phrase from hundreds of years later, Wei Shuang overexerted herself, became enraged, and took the wrong medicine, which triggered hypoglycemia. She nearly fainted before even crossing the palace gate.
Xiao Yu tensed up, and he feigned an excited smile, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Wei Shuang's lower body: "Is it a big problem?"
He was happy to put on a show for Wei Shuang, but his worries were very real.
Xiao Yu couldn't help but wonder, was he perhaps too weak to handle Wei Shuang last night, given her heightened sensitivity? What if Wei Shuang developed a hidden illness and became indifferent to him in the future?
Xiao Yu solemnly reminisced about Xiao Xiaoshuang, who had been too lively last night.
Although Wei Shuang may not need it in the future, it still adds a lot of fun, and without it, it would be like being a eunuch.
"Just have breakfast first," the imperial physician said truthfully, as he removed the remaining silver needles from Wei Shuang's body, seemingly sensing something.
I see.
"I'm hungry too."
Serving the meal.
The palace servants carrying trays came and went without daring to utter a sound. The table was full of Xiao Yu's favorite snacks, as well as mutton soup specially prepared for Wei Shuang to replenish her energy.
Another performance is about to begin...
Xiao Yu was a little tired and regretted her impulsive decision early in the morning. Now she had to put on an act even when she was eating. It was exhausting.
Despite her words, Xiao Yu's emotions quickly took hold.
"Who is he?" Xiao Yu frowned as he looked at Wei Shuang, who was sitting calmly opposite him. "Why is he dining with me?"
Wei Shuang had changed out of the assassin's clothes he wore when he entered the palace. He had put on a crimson purple robe, his hair was half-up with a simple wooden hairpin, and he looked flamboyant from head to toe.
Xiao Yu suppressed the urge to take a second look and naturally pretended not to recognize him.
"Empress," Wei Shuang said.
Even his wingman Feng Shun didn't dare to speak so boldly, and the air in the hall became quiet.
"Nonsense! Don't spout nonsense just because you have some looks. How could I possibly take a concubine as my empress?!" Hearing Wei Shuang refer to herself, Xiao Yu's heart skipped a beat. He rubbed his numb ears, thinking he had misheard.
"Then Your Majesty might as well guess, besides the Empress, who else could be dining with Your Majesty in the Hall of Mental Cultivation?" Wei Shuang had no choice but to give up arguing with Xiao Yu about bringing the Kunzhe Xinxiang to court. He lowered his head and sipped the mutton soup beside him. "Since Your Majesty has recognized him, why ask?"
“I have your scent on me.” Xiao Yu stirred the white porridge beside him. “You are the assassin who attacked me last night.”
"My name is Wei Shuang." Wei Shuang didn't beat around the bush, looked up and smiled slightly, and Xiao Yu immediately got goosebumps all over his back.
How could Wei Shuang laugh so disgustingly...
"You are the regent that Ji Lian described as utterly wicked!" Xiao Yu deliberately revealed his weakness by standing up and covering his mouth. He finally had a reason to openly admire Wei Shuang's attire.
He's handsome and good-looking, but looking at him for too long makes your arms, legs, and neck weak.
I don't know whether the brand or the temporary mark is more important; even I, the emperor, was marked by Wei Shuang.
Lost in his fantasies, Xiao Yu did not consciously suppress the fragrance emanating from his body. His newly differentiated glands were in an uncontrollable period of activity, so Xiao Yu was too lazy to suppress it. He had simply let it waft through the air in the court earlier.
"What heinous crime have I committed?" Wei Shuang was covered in the scent of fermented osmanthus. He bitterly touched the white jade osmanthus hairpin he had placed in his sleeve, his gaze dark.
“Uncle, I wanted to give you a chance.” Xiao Yu sighed inwardly, looked away with difficulty, sat back in his chair, put down the pastry he had just picked up without changing his expression, and said in a deep voice, “I also can’t understand how you, with such great power, would do something so lewd as to pretend to be an assassin and climb into my bed.”
Ah... Osmanthus pastry, still warm, but I haven't even tasted it yet!
I must settle accounts with Wei Shuang properly!!!
"We are both emperors, why did you steal my mark?" Xiao Yu covered his nose in disgust, putting on an act for Wei Shuang.
"...?" Can one's perception be this wrong?
Then it makes sense that he was busy going to court early in the morning.
A rare sense of relief rose in Wei Shuang's heart. He suppressed the corners of his mouth from turning up and forced himself to swallow back the praise that was about to slip out.
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Author's note: [Poor thing] V... so nervous.
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