That supple, slender waist was steadied, the force slow yet firm, and unstoppable.
Qin Ge's eyes were covered, and everything in front of him was pitch black. When you can't see, your other senses are amplified infinitely.
Under normal circumstances, Qin Ge doesn't resist Yan Hao, but outside... Jun Chenbi is clearly insane!
Unable to speak aloud, Qin Ge could still curse in his heart—
What a beast!
Feeling both hot and cold, Qin Ge felt as if he were in a world of extremes, and in the end, he let himself faint.
As for how the two of them got back after he fainted, and how they would explain it to others...
Let the tyrant handle it himself!
Qin Ge's body was originally delicate. She was raised as a girl since childhood and didn't have many good days in the Prime Minister's mansion. She was always trembling with fear, as if walking on thin ice, afraid that her true identity would be discovered. It wasn't until Qin Ge transmigrated and slowly recuperated that her condition improved a little.
After being drugged by Princess Fengxi last time, he spent several days and nights in the Dragon Palace fooling around with the tyrant, and it's a miracle he wasn't completely drained. He's "thick-skinned" and "tough."
Having caught a chill, Qin Ge, wrapped in a dragon robe, fell ill after being carried back to the palace by Jun Chenbi.
The emperor developed a high fever at night. When the imperial physician was summoned to the Dragon Palace late at night, he thought it was another attack of the emperor's headache. However, when he entered the palace, he was shocked to find that the young man lying on the dragon bed with black hair, a face that was fair with a strange blush, and wearing only a simple and white undergarment was not the emperor, but the top scholar!
Your Majesty... the top scholar... him...
A shocking idea suddenly entered the mind of the imperial physician.
Summoned in the dead of night, the imperial physician was forced to witness such a rare palace secret. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot!
The emperor sat by the couch, perhaps impatient from waiting for so long, and coldly commanded, "Why aren't you coming over here to take a look? Do I need to invite you?"
The imperial physician walked over, his legs trembling, and put down the medicine box he was carrying. He steadied himself, took out a small medicine pillow for taking the pulse, and was about to reach out to touch the boy's wrist when a voice stopped him, "What are you doing?"
The imperial physician was sweating profusely. The reason was simple: just as he was about to touch the top scholar's hand and place the medicine pillow under his wrist, His Majesty looked at him like a ferocious and ruthless dragon coveting a precious treasure.
The imperial physician immediately explained, "Your Majesty, I wanted to..." The words "top scholar" seemed inappropriate in this situation, so he glossed them over, only uttering two words at the end, "...take the pulse."
Jun Chenbi remained silent, but personally pulled the small medicine pillow over and placed it under the boy's wrist.
"Your Majesty, there is also gold thread... simply tie it around your wrist." The imperial physician presented a gleaming gold thread with both hands.
The phenomenon of golden threads hanging from veins has existed since ancient times.
Especially for imperial physicians like them, who served the noble ladies in the deep palace, who were delicate and precious, and were the emperor's people, their status made them untouchable and unapproachable. Therefore, when taking the pulse of the noble ladies in the palace, they always used the method of taking the pulse through a suspended thread.
Through a curtain, one end of a gold thread was tied to the nobleman's wrist, while the other end was held in the doctor's hand.
Jun Chenbi pulled the gold thread and rolled up the boy's sleeve, wrapping the shimmering gold thread around his slender wrist.
Only after His Majesty had tied the gold thread around the top scholar's neck did the imperial physician begin to take his pulse.
When the golden thread of the pulse was hanging, the imperial physician glanced at the boy unintentionally, or perhaps subconsciously.
A ring of bright red, ambiguous handprints appeared on the slender, white wrist bound with gold thread.
It looked somewhat shocking.
The imperial physician's eyelid twitched.
this……
Could it be that the top scholar was...forced by His Majesty?
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