Chapter 313: Chapter 310: Weakness
Palace attendants looked at each other, not daring to hide the truth and honestly relayed, “Emperor, Miss Hong Zhao said, ‘My love knows no bounds, my love knows no bounds, bounds lie at the end of the world…'”
Qi Wuya frowned upon hearing this, “Is that all?”
He knew Hong Zhao liked him.
But she never showed it.
So, he pretended not to know.
Besides, he didn’t like her either.
Now, it seemed, since she had died, she had spoken out.
But speaking out had no significance, it had no impact on him whatsoever.
He even blamed her for not holding on a bit longer.
Utterly useless.
He glanced at the body on the bed and waved his hand irritably, “Prepare the body for the coffin. See that she is buried honorably.”
“Yes.”
The Palace Attendants obeyed and began to bustle about.
Earlier, not knowing when the Emperor would return, they had turned off the underfloor heating, fearing the warm environment would not preserve the body for long.
Now, it was truly cold.
The body was stiff, and they worried about snapping her as they changed her clothes.
Qi Wuya did not care about such matters, taking Sang Yan and leaving.
Now that someone had died in the side hall, he felt it was not auspicious and did not want to stay in the main hall either, so he commanded, “Go prepare Fengyi Palace.”
Fengyi Palace was the residing place of successive Empresses.
Upon hearing this, the Palace Attendants were astounded, staring at the person in his arms: Who was this woman? She had appeared and immediately moved into Fengyi Palace? She looked sickly pale, quite like Miss Hong Zhao. Did the Emperor fancy frail beauties?
Sang Yan disliked being close to Qi Wuya, frowning the whole time while forcefully held in his embrace, deeply annoyed.
She subtly struggled, not daring to resist too openly for fear of angering him.
Qi Wuya indulged her minor defiance with a pampering smile, ignoring it and, noticing the dazed Palace Attendants, chastised them good-naturedly, “What are you staring at? Didn’t you hear my command?”
“Yes. We will prepare it immediately.”
The palace maids and eunuchs quickly dispersed to carry out their tasks.
Leaving a few to attend inside the palace.
It was very quiet inside.
Qi Wuya pulled her to sit on his lap.
On the table beside him was freshly served hot tea.
He picked up the cup and brought it to Sang Yan’s lips.
Sang Yan did not drink, frowning, “This is very uncomfortable. Let me sit by myself.”
Qi Wuya disagreed, counter questioning, “The chair is cold and hard. Is it not better on my lap?”
Sang Yan looked at the chair with a soft cushion on it–where was it cold or hard?
This man just wanted to take advantage of her!
She was pregnant, and yet he did not let go, a true beast!
Seeing Sang Yan silent and displeased, he smiled and asked, “Why don’t you speak?”
Sang Yan subdued her anger and replied, “I don’t know what to say.”
She did not want to speak to him.
In such a vulnerable position, what could she say?
Even if she did, he wouldn’t listen.
Qi Wuya knew she was resisting with silence, did not expose her, and cheerfully suggested, “Then, I’ll ask a question, and you answer.”
Sang Yan stayed silent.
Then he asked, “We haven’t seen each other for so long, did you miss me?”
Hearing this, Sang Yan couldn’t help but retort sarcastically, “I missed you. I even had several nightmares.”
Qi Wuya heard her, conveniently ignoring the word “nightmares,” and responded with a smile, “Thoughts in the day, dreams at night. I missed you too. Night after night, dreaming wonderful dreams.”
As for the content of those dreams?
There was no need to elaborate; Sang Yan could guess.
She felt sickened beyond speech.
This madman fancied her, a married woman, and shamelessly spoke of it!
Qi Wuya continued unceasingly, “In my beautiful dreams, He Ying’s nation was destroyed, he died from arrows piercing his heart, and you, wandering in exile, were saved by me and even lost your memory. Then, you fell in love with me at first sight, pursued me actively, even passionately offering yourself into my bed…”
Unable to listen any longer, Sang Yan, filled with disgust, couldn’t help but quip sarcastically, “That truly sounds like a beautiful dream.”
He really dared to dream!
But she had her own “beautiful dreams” too.
In her dreams, it was Qi Wuya whose nation perished.
Not only reduced to a slave of a fallen country but also crippled and reduced to competing with stray dogs for food.
Then getting bitten half to death by a dog.
How satisfying that would be!
She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
Qi Wuya saw it and hooked her chin with his hand, “What are you laughing at? Thinking of something pleasant?”
As he spoke, he was so close that his warm breath sprayed onto her cheek.
Sang Yan’s smiling lips froze, and her smile immediately scattered, “I’m not thinking anything.”
She restrained her expression, returning to her usual cool and indifferent demeanor.
Watching the shift in her emotions, Qi Wuya’s eyes darkened, and he directly kissed her lips.
Sang Yan was horrified and instinctively pushed him away, “No… don’t… Qi Wuya… Mmph–”
The more she resisted, the harder he kissed.
His large hands even pressed against her lower abdomen.
This was a silent threat.
Sang Yan immediately became compliant, tremblingly closing her eyes, letting him kiss her.
Qi Wuya tossed and turned, kissing to his satisfaction.
However, despite the satisfying kiss, his mood was not great.
He clearly knew that her compliance was all for the sake of the child in her belly.
That bastard child was really her weakness.
Just by touching her belly, she would melt in his arms like water.
She even began to take the initiative.
“Stop, don’t–”
Sang Yan grabbed his strong, powerful hand, terrified he might suddenly exert force.
Her tears fell as she weakly pleaded, “Don’t hurt the child, Wuya, please…”
She had begged him many times.
Each time, he compromised.
This time was no exception.
He withdrew his hand, wiped away her tears, and his tone softened, “Wouldn’t it be better if you were this obedient earlier?”
Knowing he had frightened her, he took the opportunity to reveal his own desires, preparing her mentally.
“I’m not a vegetarian.”
“Sang Yan, I have waited a long time for you.”
“You think I’m Jiang Ke?”
Jiang Ke was a naive young man, guarding a delectable piece of meat, never tasting it till his death.
He would not do that.
He would devour her, leaving nothing, not even bones or scraps.
“I didn’t. I didn’t. How could I–”
Sang Yan, heartbroken and fearful, found herself momentarily unable to speak.
How could she think he was Jiang Ke?
That was an insult to Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke was like a wolf, a soft, whimpering wolf, wanting to touch her but would first blunt his own claws.
He was a venomous snake, once entangled, it was a fight to the death.
“Stop crying. Why are you crying?”
He reached out to wipe her tears, lifted them to his lips, tasted them as if savoring their flavor, his tone innocent, “With just this little bullying from me, you cry so pitifully, what will you do later?”
Sang Yan: “…”
She dared not think about the future.
Every moment with him was torment.
What could she do?
How could she escape him?
Or would she, like last time, successfully escape from him?
How was He Ying doing?
Was he out of danger?
Did he know she had been switched?
Would he come to save her?
The more she thought, the more heartbroken she became, tears relentlessly falling.
Qi Wuya saw her tears, his heart somewhat uneasy, and belatedly tried to comfort her: “Don’t cry, I love you so much–”
Saying so, he suddenly picked her up and entered the main hall’s inner chamber.
Inside the chamber,
the walls were adorned with her portraits.
Even the patterns on the screen were embroidered with her likeness.
“Look, how much I love you–”
He set her down, inviting her to appreciate his collection: “In this world, endless are the skilled hands, yet a true heart cannot be captured in paint.”
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