Bodily fluids, obtained.
Exit through the Yongchun Gate of the East Palace.
Enter the Vermilion Bird Gate of the Imperial Palace.
Xiao Zhian rode in with him into the palace, passing through numerous palace complexes.
Looking around, the sky was gloomy, the vermilion walls were dark and the green tiles were silent, the palace was solemn and deathly still.
Xiao Zhian was absolutely certain that Lin Huaiyin and Xie Xincun were currently inside a certain hall.
The imperial palace, which was supposed to be where he and Yinyin would live in the future, unexpectedly became Yinyin's battlefield first.
The Xie family is skilled in both medicine and martial arts, and their members are both righteous and wicked, acting recklessly and unpredictably. Can Yin Yin handle them?
Will the palace become Yin Yin's nightmare?
The jade pendant, broken into two pieces, lay horizontally in his palm. He unconsciously clenched it, his knuckles turning white, his arm pressing heavily against the armrest.
Fifteen years have passed. The last time was when he searched everywhere for Yinyin at the gate of the mourning hall in Pingyang. This time, he watched helplessly as Yinyin was kidnapped. Xiao Zhian was almost shattered by his own powerlessness once again.
But he is no longer the boy he was fifteen years ago; he won't wander around aimlessly like a headless fly.
Yinyin is not from Pingyang.
Yinyin is intelligent, quick-witted, and indomitable. Xiao Zhian recalled Lin Huaiyin's heroic figure drawing her bow and arrow at Heming Mountain. His beloved was terrifyingly strong. No matter what kind of desperate situation she faced, she would never give up and would fight to the end by any means necessary.
From her past life to this one, she has never lost, and Xiao Zhian believes it will be the same this time.
Before, he had not yet entered her world and had no chance to fight alongside her. This time was different. Xiao Zhian reminded himself that even though Yin Yin was being held hostage by the Xie family, she would still have her own plans.
What will she do?
Xie is infatuated with her and has feelings for her. Will she take advantage of this and use it to achieve her own goals?
Will she lead Lady Xie to her father to detoxify him?
If his father is in good health, he will surely abolish the regency, reclaim power, and the Crown Prince who was in charge of the regency will become the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. Xiao Zhian readjusted his plans: he could not fight with his father, as fighting would only force the court officials to divide their interests and waste the country's resources. He had to strike first...
A bold idea surfaced, and Xiao Zhian slowly raised his head, his phoenix eyes reflecting the rising moon.
Seasons change and the weather shifts, but whether or not people can see it, the bright moon will always hang high in the sky.
Just like Yin Yin, she is forever on the path of revenge and will not miss any opportunity.
She will definitely take some action.
Xiao Zhian decided to take a gamble.
"Go to Zhaoyang Palace."
Xiao Zhian gave the order in a calm tone.
The eunuch turned around in a panic, bowing and chuckling awkwardly—"Your Highness, you must be joking. At this hour, how can one enter the inner palace to meet the Imperial Concubine?"
Xiao Zhian ignored it.
——
Zhaoyang Palace.
Lin Huaiyin grabbed Xie Xincun and pushed him toward Consort Hui, but the man was too sticky and she couldn't push him away.
As for Xie Xincun, she could tug at him, and he allowed her to pull on him, but she couldn't push him away. If she dared to grab him, she had to be prepared to face the consequences.
Lingling's gaze fell to Lin Huaiyin's hand that was gripping his arm.
Through her sleeve, Xie Xincun could feel the thin calluses on Lin Huaiyin's hands. His mind was stirred, and he suddenly remembered Lin Cuiyue's words—the female war god who never missed a shot during the night battle at Heming Mountain.
Killing without blinking an eye, cutting off legs and holding them in one's arms—this ruthlessness cannot be explained simply by being a daughter of the Lin family.
Xie Xincun couldn't help but think: only someone who died from being pierced by ten thousand arrows and engulfed in flames could possess such courage.
The living not only bear the marks of the dead, but their actions also possess the ruthlessness of the dead.
Xie Xincun smiled and slowly leaned down, his gaze sinking into Lin Huaiyin's eyes. He wanted to know how many people lived inside this young girl's body.
Xie Xincun's gaze was not the kind of sharp, probing look; it was more forceful and dangerous, ignoring any resistance, like a giant iron bell from a city gate tower crashing down with thunderous force, engulfing Lin Huaiyin in an instant.
It was swallowed up, and then it was his time.
Lin Huaiyin's legs went weak for a moment, as if something was invading her. She was powerless to defend herself, her mind was wide open, and she felt a chill run down her spine. She even had the illusion that Xie Xincun was casually plucking out her internal organs and that her soul was laid out in his palm for him to observe and judge.
He seemed to roam freely inside her body, as if he were in a deserted place.
Xie Xincun, that's terrifying.
Consort Hui was fast asleep on the bed, snoring away.
Lin Huaiyin swayed unsteadily, unconsciously grabbing Xie Xincun's arm for support.
"Miss Lin, do you frequently enter and leave the palace?" Xie Xincun suddenly asked.
"No." Lin Huaiyin blurted out without any room for thought.
"Miss Lin, are you quite familiar with this concubine?"
"Not familiar with it."
"Then why is Miss Lin in such a hurry to let me see her pregnancy?"
Xie Xincun raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "Is there something wrong with her pregnancy? Your expression just now tells me that you seem to know something."
"Hehehe."
Xie Xincun raised his hand and gently stroked Lin Huaiyin's cheek with the back of his hand. "And do you remember how excited you were to see me when we first met at the Lin residence? You waited for me for so long, longed for me for so long, and asked me for help when you needed it. Did you imagine what I looked like countless times in your heart?"
A touch of tenderness rose in Xie Xincun's eyes as he reminisced. At first glance, Lin Huaiyin was not stunning. He simply confirmed—oh, this is the girl Uncle Lin asked me to take away, this is Lin Cuiyue's proudest third sister, I've met her in person.
The only thing that surprised him was the way Lin Huaiyin looked at him. It was as if a god had descended to earth after a thousand prayers. Her eyes were so bright and her joy so pure that he couldn't help but want to tease her.
At that time, he didn't know she was so fun and could bring him so much joy.
Beneath the soft, smooth, delicate, and warm face of a young girl lies the soul of a dead man.
One person, two souls.
Xie Xincun had a fairly accurate assessment of Lin Huaiyin's so-called "illness," and only lacked the acknowledgment.
Lin Huaiyin nodded slowly, her voice weak as she yielded, "Yes, I'm waiting for you."
"Well, you've been waiting."
Xie Xincun smiled.
He won the bet.
The girl is his.
With his fingers lifting the disheveled skirt around Lin Huaiyin's waist, Xie Xincun planned to return to the Lin residence. The imperial palace was not a clean place; he wanted to confirm his ownership of her in her boudoir.
However, in that instant, the girl on his arm vanished, and the embroidered dress slipped from his fingertips. Xie Xincun, caught up in a moment of tenderness, inexplicably lost his grip and failed to catch her.
His heart tightened, and when he looked up, he saw Lin Huaiyin's cheeks were flushed, her chest was heaving, her breathing was unsteady, and her hands, which were clenched tightly around her clothes, were trembling uncontrollably.
Her body reacted naturally as he suppressed her. Xie Xincun quickly judged that her eyes were resolute and strong, just like when they made the bet on the roof of the Taiji Hall.
This girl...
Xie Xincun's eyes lit up with surprise and delight—this girl withstood his intense gaze, pretended to submit, and used the opportunity to catch her breath to slip away; she was truly a treasure!
Lin Huaiyin took a deep breath, then exhaled, tilted her head back, and despite her disheveled appearance, showed no embarrassment or shame. She solemnly declared, "His Majesty has been ill for a long time. As subjects of Daxing, we hope that Young Master Xie will come to treat His Majesty. In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with this."
"Is that so?"
Xie Xincun smiled broadly and stepped back.
"Hehehe."
She wouldn't admit defeat, so he could keep playing. She was so interesting, he wanted to play with her to the very end.
Lin Huaiyin could see Xie Xincun's high spirits, and a chill ran down her spine. His interest was extremely dangerous; the more focused he was, the harder it would be for her to escape. Just now, she couldn't withstand his strength and was powerless to resist. She was almost about to prostrate herself at his feet and admit the secret of her rebirth.
She almost lost the bet, almost lost herself, and almost lost the chance to control Xie Xincun.
At the crucial moment, it was Xie Xincun's words, "First meeting at the Lin residence," that allowed her self, which had been almost crushed to death, to see the Lin family again.
Parents, elder brothers, younger sister, nephews, fish and crabs.
And Xiao Zhian.
Behind Lin Huaiyin was a restricted area; no one was allowed to cross it, and she wouldn't budge an inch.
She couldn't lose; she had to win.
She wanted to lock up Xie Xincun and Hu Shoulin, these monsters, and use them for Daxing's purposes.
After catching her breath, Lin Huaiyin straightened her clothes and pointed to Consort Hui on the bed, saying, "I admire His Highness the Crown Prince, so of course I care about the imperial offspring in Consort Hui's womb. I am anxious to ask you to examine the fetus, but I just want to know whether Consort Hui is carrying a princess or a prince."
Lin Huaiyin offered a substitute, but Xie Xincun remained noncommittal.
He chose Zhaoyang Palace because of the special aura that naturally attracted him. In a glance, he saw that the woman on the bed was not asleep, but unconscious. The thing occupying her lower abdomen and bulging up was not a fetus, but some kind of parasitic animal, commonly known as a blood fetus.
The process of a fetus growing gradually by using the mother's body as nourishment is also the end of the mother's death.
It's somewhat interesting, but nowhere near as fun as Lin Huaiyin.
Xie Xincun looked at it with disdain and had no intention of helping to remove the blood fetus.
Inside the imperial palace, the emperor was gravely ill, and his concubines were pregnant with unborn children. The corruption of the Daxing court had reached its terminal stage.
The disease has become so severe that it can be easily eradicated and replaced.
If I win the bet, I'll follow the example of my ancestors, destroy the Xing Dynasty, establish a new nation, and give the girl as a betrothal gift.
Xie Xincun's eyes darkened, and when he turned to face Lin Huaiyin, he only smiled meaningfully.
He didn't intend to tell Lin Huaiyin the truth.
She cares about other men, so why should he comfort her?
Xie Xincun remained silent, but Lin Huaiyin understood the expression on his face: he knew everything, that the fetus was abnormal, but he decided to keep quiet.
However, for Lin Huaiyin, knowing that there was a problem and confirming that Princess Pingyang had tampered with Consort Hui's unborn child was enough.
She wasn't some overly kind-hearted saint. Someone like Xie Xincun would always have to pay a price for asking him for favors, and if she were to grovel and beg, it would definitely be for her own benefit.
She wants to cure her infertility and have children with Xiao Zhian.
She wanted the emperor to know that he had been poisoned, and that Princess Pingyang had administered the poison, so that Princess Pingyang could be sent to her death.
Heal herself and kill her enemy; for this, she is willing to ask for gratitude from Xin Cun.
Consort Hui, a mere concubine, is carrying a problematic imperial child and still wants to cause trouble for Xiao Zhi'an. She will remind Xiao Zhi'an to stay away and not get involved with Consort Hui's bad luck. Moreover, she also has Gongyang Yan in her hands, so this problematic imperial fetus must have been caused by Gongyang Yan.
Lin Huaiyin fiddled with the chess pieces in her hand. She wasn't in a hurry to get entangled in this corner. Since she was already here, it was more important to go and see His Majesty the Emperor.
Lin Huaiyin's decision to save the emperor stemmed from Xiao Zhi'an's "betrayal" and reconciliation with Pingyang, leaving her with no other options but to resort to this desperate measure. Now that she has reconciled with Xiao Zhi'an, the situation has changed, but that doesn't prevent her from still wanting to save the emperor.
Let the Emperor kill his daughter; that would be better than Xiao Zhian killing his sister.
A younger sister is still a younger sister. Lin Huaiyin has an older brother, and she doesn't want to leave any unresolved issues in Xiao Zhian's heart.
Since it's inevitable to dirty someone's hands and hurt someone's heart, then His Majesty the Emperor, who raised but didn't educate his child, should be even more responsible for Princess Pingyang.
So the question before them was whether to ask Xie Xincun to save him immediately, or to steal his bodily fluids, bring the culprit Gongyang Yan as a witness, and then go to save him.
Choosing the best of the best, the second option is obviously the best, but how is the bodily fluid extracted? And how is it used after extraction?
Lin Huaiyin was completely ignorant.
Lin Huaiyin glanced around every now and then, her eyes darting up and down.
Xie Xincun knew she was up to no good again, and smiled as he waited for her to make her move and come to him.
However, Lin Huaiyin remembered the threat: "If there's a next time, I'll take it as an invitation."
Any scheme or trick is futile in the face of absolute power.
In the past, Lin Huaiyin would have dared to seek out male prostitutes, inviting them without a second thought, and who would be the one to eat whom was uncertain, and who could have as much sex as she wanted. But now that Xiao Zhian was involved, she was honest and docile, forcing a dry laugh at Xie Xincun: "Then, may I ask Young Master Xie, would you be willing to go to the Golden Immortal Palace to take a look at the illness of His Majesty the Emperor of Daxing?"
Lin Huaiyin doesn't act recklessly, but Xie Xincun is unhappy.
He deliberately claimed that his bodily fluids could cure all poisons, yet the little girl didn't even try to pull a fast one?
Is it for the purpose of establishing a new dynasty's heir apparent?
Is this the life she wants—to be so restrained and suppress her true nature for a man?
Xie Xincun was dissatisfied, and also on behalf of Lin Huaiyin, so he stretched out his arms and picked her up horizontally, intending to leave the palace to find her ex-husband Shen Congyun and end the betting game as soon as possible.
Lin Huaiyin struggled as her feet suddenly left the ground, but Xie Xincun pulled her arms in and pressed her unsuspecting pink face into the crook of his neck.
Lin Huaiyin's eyes immediately reddened—her neck!!!
The neck is right next to the mouth!
Want to take a bite?
A hungry wolf roared from the depths of my heart—
Take a bite!
If you bite your mouth and draw blood, will you immediately get pregnant?
bite!
Lin Huaiyin opened her mouth—
Sharp teeth and thin lips meet a strong, slender neck.
Xie Xincun paused, his breath catching in his throat.
Consort Hui on the bed let out a muffled groan, opened her eyes, and said in a soft, melodious voice, "Wanzhi—I'm thirsty—"
At the same time, Xiao Zhian dismissed his attendants and, amidst the shock of the eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial guards, entered the bedchamber.
Lin Huaiyin exerted her strength—
The canine teeth pierced the skin, and the girl's lips, moistened with saliva, sucked on them.
"Hmm." Xie Xincun groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he became absorbed in the sensation, unable to move an inch.
Consort Hui received no response for a long time. She lazily got out of bed and saw that the palace maids were all asleep on the floor.
"Aaaaaah! Someone help!"
The imperial concubine screamed.
Xiao Zhian quickened his pace, turned a corner, and bumped into Xie Xincun, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, enjoying himself.
The man's hand was passionately stroking Lin Huaiyin's back.
Lin Huaiyin swallowed hard, sucking up another mouthful of blood, which she spat into her sleeve. Just as she was about to bury herself in her work and save some for His Majesty the Emperor, she was surprised to find that Xie Xincun had stopped moving.
As if by some strange twist of fate, she felt a familiar yet unsettling gaze and turned around timidly.
Xiao Zhian reached out with both arms and lifted her into the air.
"No!" Lin Huaiyin, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, bared her teeth and claws in refusal—"I haven't had enough yet!"
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