The rain from the north was biting cold, and the temperature inside the prison was frighteningly low.
Chu Changning was forced to kneel on the ground by two rough maids, who twisted her arms, and was forced to swallow a bowl of dark, bitter juice in front of her.
The bitter medicine flowed down my throat and spread throughout my body, a winding pain spreading through my limbs and bones.
Her eyes were red, and she collapsed to the ground in pain.
"I apologize, madam. You'll be fine after taking this medicine for two more days."
Two rough-looking maids respectfully withdrew, carrying the medicine bowls.
The cell door was closed, and Chu Changning lay on the ground, wearing only a thin dress, shivering from the cold in the northern night.
But she couldn't care less about the cold; waves of pain surged through her body, causing her to toss and turn uncontrollably.
That damned bastard actually concocted this kind of poison just to torture her.
It won't harm the baby in her womb, but it will allow her to experience the pain of childbirth.
He's an inhuman madman, so despicable.
Chu Changning was so angry that he started cursing.
When Yan Beimo finished his official business and came here, he heard cursing coming from inside the prison.
The guards around the area bowed respectfully upon seeing the newcomer.
Flames of glass burned along the two sides of the long corridor, and the entire prison was gloomy and dark.
Chu Changning shut his mouth after hearing the noise.
She endured the pain, turned to her side, and lay down.
The guards opened the cell door.
Yan Beimo slowly walked in.
It was raining outside, cold and damp, and he felt a cool dampness on his body. The chill emanating from his black cloak was overwhelming.
A tall figure blocked my view, casting a large shadow.
Chu Changning could feel his intensely oppressive gaze, so he pretended to be dead and ignored him.
The throbbing pain in her stomach made her face look pale.
Yan Beimo stared at her and kicked her in the shin.
"Playing dead?"
"Hiss~"
Chu Changning gasped in pain and sat up.
In the dim moonlight of the prison, his face was cold and aloof, his posture leisurely and arrogant, and he looked as pure and handsome as a jade tree.
That heartless madman has truly sullied his handsome appearance.
Yan Beimo chuckled, "You're cursing me in your heart?"
"---"
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night, my lord?"
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow. "How does it taste?"
Chu Changning, "---"
"Since you like that herbal soup so much, I can let you drink it every day, every night, wouldn't that be nice?"
He leaned closer, his upturned eyebrows curving into a beautiful arc, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making one feel uneasy.
Chu Changning was enveloped in darkness by him, and a chill ran down his spine.
That madman is ruthless and unscrupulous.
He deliberately tormented her like this to force her to stop having any improper thoughts and to make her his plaything.
dream!
Seeing that she remained silent, Yan Beimo reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look directly at him.
"This medicine comes from the southern border. It's like a pregnancy-inducing potion, capable of subjecting you to excruciating pain day and night." He paused, then smiled. "Do you like it?"
Seeing his demeanor, Chu Changning wished she could scratch his face to pieces.
"Then why doesn't Your Majesty just give me a bowl of abortion soup to get rid of this bastard? Could it be that Your Majesty is reluctant to do so?"
Her tone was indifferent, but her gaze held a subtle hint of provocation.
Yan Bei Mo wouldn't miss such deliberate provocation.
His grip on her chin tightened, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he became ruthless.
"Bastard child?"
Chu Changning felt pain from being pinched and instinctively tried to push his hand away.
Yan Bei Mo gave a cold, sinister smile, released her, and straightened up.
"So you have guts, then give birth to the bastard you speak of right here."
Chu Changning, "---"
The more you refuse, the more I want it.
He glanced at her sideways, a mocking sneer in his unfathomable black eyes.
Chu Changning knew that he had a tough temper and a ruthless nature, and that he could really lock her up in jail and torture her until she gave birth to the child.
Thinking of the excruciating pain she had just experienced, and her own plans, she took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her expression had softened.
"I—I was wrong."
Suddenly, she reached out her slender white hand and grabbed his robe, her charming willow-leaf eyes looking at him with a hint of flattery.
Yan Beimo paused, glancing sideways.
Chu Changning dragged her weary body to her feet, tightening her grip on his robes, and said softly.
"I shouldn't have drunk cold medicine. I won't do it again."
Yan Beimo sneered, "The child in your belly is an illegitimate child, how can you not continue drinking?"
Chu Changning was getting annoyed by his sarcastic remarks, her eyes reddening with grievance.
"I was wrong. I spoke without thinking when I was angry."
He gave a cold laugh and remained silent.
Chu Changning shamelessly explained, "I'm just afraid that childbirth is too painful."
Yan Beimo didn't believe her at all and retorted.
"How much of what you said is true and how much is false? Are you saying this to make me feel sorry for you and let you go?"
His eyes were sharp, as if he could see right through you, down to your very bones.
Chu Changning cursed inwardly, but pretended to be distressed on the surface.
“Giving birth in this dungeon will make me depressed, and I will lose the child. My husband wouldn’t want anything to happen to him either.”
Yan Beimo lowered his eyelids to look at her, his voice cold and indifferent.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you live as happily in the dungeon as you would in the palace."
You're the one who's happy, your whole family is happy.
"Besides, how could a ruthless woman like you be so melancholy?"
His face held a mocking expression, making onlookers want to punch him.
Chu Changning suppressed the urge to punch him and whispered.
"Then how can you calm down?"
The person above was silent.
She looked up with suspicion, only to meet those deep, unfathomable eyes.
Chu Changning paused for a moment, then tentatively moved closer.
Their bodies suddenly pressed together, and the warmth from his body entered her body.
Her trembling, cold body warmed up a little.
Chu Changning sighed inwardly, then gently tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.
He remained motionless, and his cold, handsome face showed no change in expression.
A repressed, secretly passionate person.
She scoffed inwardly and brought her lips to his.
Yan Beimo's eyes darkened slightly as he lowered his eyelids to look at her.
Chu Changning decided to go all the way and closed her eyes, hooked her arms around his neck, opened his mouth, and began to entangle herself with him.
An ambiguous and alluring atmosphere instantly filled the cell.
He grabbed her hand and pushed her against the wall behind him, then began tearing at her clothes.
The icy air hit her skin, and she shivered.
"No--No--"
People will freeze to death in this prison.
Yan Beimo's eyes were bloodshot as he buried his face in her neck and began to gnaw at her, his voice hoarse and panting.
"You seduced her."
It's all because you're a pervert, only susceptible to this one trick.
Chu Changning cursed inwardly, burying her cold hands inside his robes to warm them.
Yan Beimo lowered his eyes, glanced at her stomach with concern, and stopped what he was doing.
Chu Changning thought he was going to let her go, but unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her under his robe.
She angrily punched his leg, but he held her tightly.
Forced.
The sounds from inside the cell gradually became more intimate, with low moans and tender, lingering whispers escaping from within.
Exhausted, Chu Changning leaned against the prison door behind him.
Satisfied, Yan Beimo picked her up and held her in his arms, then strode out.
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