[Urban] Illegitimate Daughter Yi Lianquan - 19-21

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Han Qingyan stared blankly out the window. The window in his bedroom offered a panoramic view of the entire deep valley. From morning till night, he could clearly see the ever-changing beauty of the valley—morning mist and dawn, falling leaves and flying birds, sunset and flowing frost… It was so beautiful that it was almost numbing, allowing one to remain calm and undisturbed.

In the blink of an eye, he had been living here for over half a month, getting used to Lan Ying's frequent visits to bother him, getting used to Bai Yao's diagnoses every few days, and even more used to this strange body...

Han Qingyan was lost in thought when someone tugged at his sleeve, drawing his attention to the little figure beside him—Banxia, a child who couldn't see or speak. His parents had long since died in Beichang, and he was rescued because he was a member of the Moon Clan with special abilities. Now, he was only responsible for his own daily life. Looking at the medicine in Banxia's hand, Han Qingyan couldn't help but frown. "My health has improved a lot recently. Can I not take this medicine?" He didn't think his health was so bad that he needed to take medicine every day.

Banxia shook her head repeatedly without compromise, clutching his clothes tightly with one hand, her empty eyes fixed on Han Qingyan, which largely prevented Han Qingyan from refusing each time. But this happened day after day, without fail, and at this rate, he'd get sick even if he wasn't already!

"Banxia, I'm fine, please tell them for me..." Just as he was about to ask Banxia to pass on the message, he remembered that Banxia couldn't speak. "Never mind, put the medicine down, I'll talk to them myself." With that, he turned and left the windowsill, but after only a few steps, a strong sense of nausea stopped him. He retreated back to the window and retched incessantly, looking out. Banxia sensed something was wrong and immediately put down the soup bowl, walking to his side and gently patting his back with her small hands. This warmed Han Qingyan's heart; no wonder they trusted this child to manage everything for him alone, even though he could only hear, he was meticulous in taking care of him!

"It's nothing, just nausea, no need to make such a fuss." Han Qingyan had always suspected that he had taken too much medicine, which was why he was dizzy and vomiting without any improvement, so he was determined to convince them today!

Banxia shook her head and insisted on blocking his way. Just as the two were at an impasse, a series of light footsteps came from outside.

"Little Smoke, what are you doing?! Lie back down, this is really bad for you!" Lan Ying was sweating bullets when she saw Banxia blocking their master at the door, clinging tightly to his stomach. Han

Qingyan was utterly exasperated by this title. He had told them not to call him "Divine Child," since he had nothing now; he didn't want to delve into his past identity, it was just a mark… but he was a man, and even with his special constitution, having his name twisted like that was unbearable! However, he had no intention of correcting it now. Their excessive protection was even more unbearable!

"Lan Ying, I don't need to lie down anymore, I'm perfectly fine!" Han Qingyan's tone was unusually firm, yet filled with deep helplessness.

"No, no~~ Baiyao said you need to rest for another half month, wait..." Lan Ying quickly stopped herself, almost letting slip the secret, and then made a move to drag him back.

"Why? Apart from occasional dizziness and nausea, I'm fine. Lying in bed all day will only make me worse. Let me out." Han Qingyan already had a headache. These people were all so stubborn...

"Why won't you listen... The Pharmacist's word is law. Lie down now~~~" Lan Ying persuaded him gently.

"You should at least give me a reason, right?" Han Qingyan became increasingly convinced that they were hiding something from him—his body reacted instinctively to everything, especially when he picked up a sword, which he could wield with ease, proving he had been a martial artist before! Although he had lost his memory, it didn't mean he had lost the awareness of a martial artist; he was certain he had neither external nor internal injuries. "Actually, I'm not injured, am I?"

Han Qingyan's tone returned to its usual indifference, which Lan Ying found most frustrating; it seemed the truth was about to be revealed.
"I..." -- Bai Yao~~~~ What should I do~~~~~~

"You've been hiding something from me." This time it wasn't a question; his cold gaze made it impossible to discern his thoughts.

That gaze was like a sharp blade pressed against Lan Ying's face, giving her a feeling of being utterly wicked, as if she were the one who had seduced and then abandoned her!
-- Don't look at me like that... The one who seduced and then abandoned you was the prince, not me!

As if hearing Lan Ying's inner cry, Bai Yao actually appeared at this moment!

"Don't ask her anymore, I told them not to say it."

Han Qingyan was somewhat disappointed, because he knew that they had been hiding far more than just this one thing, and to them, what was he?

"Why?" Han Qingyan slowly sat back on the couch, the dizziness preventing him from being forceful.

"I can tell you now, but you have to promise me one thing, okay?" Bai Yao asked softly.

"Speak."

"Please don't hurt yourself." Those simple words seemed to have a magical power, instantly restoring something to Han Qingyan.

With Han Qingyan's consent, Bai Yao slowly said, "I've said before, all Moon Clan men are capable of reproduction... You are already more than a month pregnant."

The room suddenly became eerily quiet, yet no one dared to break the silence. It seemed like an eternity before Han Qingyan recovered from the shock. Shame and anger surged within him simultaneously, almost destroying his unprepared rationality! Unconsciously, he gripped his lower abdomen tightly with both hands, the pressure increasing. As if sensing his movement, the flesh inside him began to stir restlessly. Overwhelmed with nausea and gratitude, Han Qingyan rushed towards the windowsill, but could not stop his self-harming impulse—

he casually grabbed a vase from the side. The other two immediately realized his intention; Bai Yao darted forward and knocked the weapon from his hand.

"You promised me you wouldn't hurt yourself!"

"I don't want a child, I don't want a child..." Han Qingyan repeated repeatedly, losing his composure. When objects didn't work, he used his hands. Seeing his recklessness, Bai Yao grabbed him without thinking, preventing him from harming himself. "Let go of me! I don't even know whose child this is, why did I give birth to him?!" he demanded. Did he expect the child to be a bastard, knowing that the person who gave birth to him was a monster?! But Bai Yao's strength far exceeded his expectations, and no matter how he kicked and struggled, he couldn't break free.

Bai Yao patted his back, comforting him. He couldn't believe Han Qingyan's reaction; it wasn't surprising that he would choose to forget the past.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean it..." At this moment, even if it was a lie, he hoped that Han Qingyan would no longer be so sad.

Han Qingyan looked up at Bai Yao and asked softly, "Do you know who he is?"

"You don't need to know who he is... You just need to know that he is the person you love." Bai Yao gently comforted her, "Give birth to the child, okay? Do you know how luxurious it is for us to be able to have a child for the person we love? So, please give birth to him, so that you won't regret it."

Han Qingyan didn't know when he fell asleep, but in Bai Yao's clear and gentle voice, he gradually convinced himself to have this child for a lover he had forgotten.

"Banxia, come and serve the Divine Child to bed." Seeing that Han Qingyan was already fast asleep, Baiyao instructed, "Lanying, come with me." Handing the person in his arms to Banxia, Baiyao left the palace with Lanying.

"You said you saw Yunyan in the Zichuan area during this trip?" Baiyao spoke first.

"Yes! Sister Yun seems to already know about our actions. She probably won't easily hand over the 'Xuanwu Seal'..."

"She still can't forgive us for our decision back then... But I believe that even if she doesn't intend to hand over the 'Black Tortoise Seal,' she will definitely show up when the time comes," Bai Yao sighed. "Any news about the other two?"

"You mean that guy Nan Xun? Yes~~~ She secretly married into the Western Barbarian tribe without telling us! And, it's obvious that he fell for that stupid Wu Jie, she didn't even give him a second glance!" Lan Ying said with unusual schadenfreude, thinking to herself, it's really gratifying that even their Darkborn's number one iceberg can be so vulnerable!

"Is that so... He really did go..." How foolish, knowing that person wouldn't appreciate your feelings, yet still rushing headlong into the fire, knowing that these three years of 'marital bond' would only hurt you both... "It'll be over soon, all of this will be over soon."

Lan Ying listened to Bai Yao's self-talk, and suddenly stopped feeling gloating. Why? Having witnessed her mother's painful death, she decided to stop loving anyone, and changing all of this was the meaning of her existence. Why couldn't she feel any joy now that she heard it was about to end...?

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Meanwhile, Yuwen Wuji, along with Long'er, traveled north, evading the government troops' pursuit, and finally arrived at the Ergun River region within a month. The sky was cloudless and clear, a pristine blue. On this flat grassland, beside a wide valley, the two instinctively reined in their horses, listening to the wind.

"We've arrived. I'll leave you here. You… have lost all your inner strength; be careful from now on," Long'er said, looking directly at Wuji.

"Long'er, I… didn't…" So he already knew. No wonder Long'er hadn't let him touch her much on the way.

"I don't blame you. Three years—not a long time, not a short time—is enough for everything to become the past… Besides, that person is still him." Long'er's voice gradually faded, until it was faintly carried away by the long wind.

Wuji stretched out his long arm, reaching over Long'er's shoulder to embrace her from the front. He took a deep breath and said, "Long'er, you know, all I want is you! But I can't selfishly keep you by my side, I can't force you to forget the past, and I don't want you to live in torment forever. Do you know how painful it is to only be able to miss you? So, don't resent me." His words were somewhat incoherent, but he never mentioned that name.

"Aren't you curious how I know?" Long'er didn't respond to the hug, nor did she wait for Wuji's reply. "I once gave Princess Zhuangjing a curse called Hidden Heart—what is Hidden Heart? All things in the world have a heart, and the heart hides it, it hides itself, that is Hidden Heart."

"You...why won't you believe me? Why did you test me like this?" So that was an implication to him. So it was Long'er who made Zhuangjing do that. Why?

"That's right, this curse was prepared for him, and also for you. If you have no feelings for him, then the curse must not harm you in the slightest. I've already warned you, but you not only touched him, but you also fell for him, didn't you?"

"Long'er! You may not believe me, but I've mistaken him for you more than once. I'm conflicted. We don't look alike at all, but I can't stop myself from thinking about it!" His tone was slightly agitated. He was unsure whether his frustration was due to Long'er's questioning or because of himself.

Compared to his agitation, Long'er appeared unusually calm, or perhaps indifferent. "Then think about it some more, and maybe you'll find the answer."

"Long'er..." The hand that was wrapped around him was pushed away.

"Enough said. Even a thousand-mile journey must end. Get on your way—you have plenty of time to consider, but you've found a safe place. I'll deal with the pursuers behind you. I should go too." With that, he glanced at Wuji, his expression unreadable, then spurred his horse and rode off in a cloud of dust. Yuwen Wuji remained silent, watching the enigmatic figure until even the dust disappeared from sight.

Long'er galloped across the vast grasslands. Because it was still relatively remote from the herders' settlements, even livestock rarely passed by. He placed his right hand on his left shoulder, pulled hard, and tossed his long, black cloak into the distance. Beneath the black lay a fiery red, a crimson veil and satin, like the flames of a hellish red lotus.

Wuji had only three routes to take to reach the Xianbei tribes—the official road, the safest and shortest, but clearly unsuitable now; the second, northward through the capital, crossing the Xianbei Mountains, also unsuitable; and the last, the long, sparsely populated route through lakes and marshes, the safest yet most dangerous. Wuxin, which route would you choose?

Indeed, speak of the devil, and he appears. Seeing a hastily approaching troop in the distance, Long'er leisurely put away his reins. His face was now veiled in red, and he stood across the road, waiting for them.

The leading man, dressed in a dragon-patterned riding and archery uniform, his hair loose and flowing, exuded nobility. This was none other than Yuwen Wuji's eldest brother—Emperor Tianyu Zhaohe, Yuwen Wuxin. Upon seeing the figure in red, Wuxin's previously calm expression cracked instantly. The man leaped to Long'er's side, suppressing his anger, and said, "Yan, how dare you deceive me—not only did you leave the palace without permission, but you also came out to see him behind my back!"

"Yes, I even let him go. Your Majesty may punish Feiyan as you see fit," Long'er replied indifferently.

"You! Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"

"What wouldn't Your Majesty dare? Fei Yan is merely stating the facts, leaving him to be dealt with as he sees fit." Wu

Xin, enraged by Long Er's repeated defiance, issued an order without turning his head: "Chase! Bring the Sixth Prince back to me!"

"Your Majesty! If you want to take him away, kill Fei Yan first, otherwise I will release him anyway!" In everyone's eyes, the only one who could defy Emperor Zhaohua like this and escape unscathed was Lord Fei Yan. His identity was ambiguous, yet no one dared to underestimate him.

"You...you're ruthless!" Yes, he wouldn't dare! Because he understood his importance in Fei Yan's heart, he couldn't bear to let him disappear from his sight. So, he could only watch him from afar for the rest of his life, unable to possess his soul yet forced to possess his body, constantly fearing the loss of this person before him. He was completely convinced that he could never let go of him!

Wu Xin gazed at Long Er's half-covered face with a complex expression, yet her beauty remained undiminished. He truly didn't know whether he felt more love or hatred for this person...

Sensing the wavering in her eyes, Long Er softened her tone, "Your Majesty has traveled a long and arduous journey, only to come here to settle old scores with Fei Yan? Three months have passed, and you haven't missed Fei Yan at all?" Her voice remained soft, but speaking such an invitation in front of the soldiers, Long Er seemed utterly unashamed.

Beneath the red veil, a seductive smile played on her lips. Wuxin's eyes darkened, and he roared at the imperial guards behind him, "What are you all standing there for?! Turn around!" Faced with their unusually volatile master, the guards were completely bewildered. They could only follow his commands in an orderly fashion, reining in their horses and turning around.

Blinded by the allure of the enchanting woman, Wuxin had long lost his patience. He reached out and pulled Long'er to ride alongside him, one hand gripping her neck, and began to kiss her passionately and relentlessly! Long'er's initial resistance caused him a pang of pain, but he had no intention of stopping his plunder. Through a veil, he completely swallowed that smile, as if he would be willing to go to hell and be baptized by the Crimson Lotus Fire for the person in front of him as long as he was happy!

"Yan...Yan, do you know? I only regret not meeting you sooner. The torment I've endured is nothing compared to yours, but in your heart, everything I've done for you is less than a fraction of what you feel! Actually, I've always understood why you'd stay by my side—I can give you everything you want, except for the fact that you want to leave me...So, I won't give you that!" His breath came in gasps, Wuxin uttering words of love, each syllable amplifying his anguish, hoping, hoping only that the one he loved could understand even the slightest bit of his pain! At this moment, facing this person, he was no longer the spirited, dashing emperor, only helplessness, only bitterness remained...

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Six months later, in the outskirts of the capital. Spring was beginning, and it was the second month of spring, with grass growing and orioles flying. People could be seen strolling in twos and threes, enjoying the spring breeze and willows swaying along the banks.

Not far from the riverbank, a simple and elegant carriage was parked. A man in white stepped out first, his demeanor calm and composed. After he stopped, he turned to the carriage and said, "Your Highness, you must be tired from your journey. Why don't we rest here for a while?"

The person inside the carriage responded, and then a man in black, supported by a girl in blue, stepped out of the carriage. The man's face was covered by a black veil, making his features unclear. Upon closer inspection, one could see an unnatural bulge under his overly loose robe, which stood out starkly against his slender figure. These three were Bai Yao, Lan Ying, and the pregnant Han Qingyan.

After handing the person over to Bai Yao, Lan Ying rummaged around in the car for a while before jumping out. She said to Han Qingyan, "Little Yan Yan~ don't forget to wear this cloak, it's still quite cold in early spring!" Lan Ying shrank her neck as she spoke, her smile unusually bright.

Han Qingyan frowned, his gaze fixed on the magnificent cloak before him, hesitant to take it—the crimson brocade was embroidered with various bird patterns in gold thread, and what was even more unacceptable was that from the wide collar to the hem, it was covered with uniform feathers... The colors weren't particularly striking, but the style was definitely not something he would wear!

"I won't wear it." Han Qingyan's voice was soft and flat, yet resolute. In her refusal, she even forgot to correct his form of address.

"Ugh~~~ How can that be? Even if you don't care about yourself, you have to think about the baby in your belly! The baby is only seven months along, and the fetal movements were unstable before. You can't let it get cold now!" He spoke righteously and seriously, and at first glance, he seemed to have a lot of sense. Han Qingyan subconsciously touched her high, protruding belly. Before she could refute him, Lan Ying had already put the beautiful cloak on her.

Lan Ying admired her work with satisfaction—not bad, not bad at all! This cloak perfectly complemented the lifeless robe underneath. It was both open and close-fitting, covering the upper body and flaring out from the waist down to the hips, blending seamlessly with the original loose hem. It was truly conservative yet full of charm! Hahaha~~~ She has such great taste! [Fox: Everyone, you can leave now!]

Bai Yao shook his head repeatedly. Lan Ying just loved teasing the Divine Child. She had so many choices, yet she insisted on using this androgynous style to embarrass him—but he couldn't deny that the Divine Child looked quite good in it. The charm emanating from within was captivating. If someone were willing to look beyond the useless exterior, they would discover that the strong heart was the most moving thing… "

Alright! Let's go get some fresh air over there~~ Bai Yao, do you want to come along?" Lan Ying pressed her advantage, quickly dragging Han Qingyan towards a nearby peach grove, still turning back to invite her. Bai Yao chuckled as he watched the two leave. If only these days could last forever! If, just if…

Before they knew it, the two had walked deep into the peach grove. Lan Ying took out the water bag from her waist and weighed it, only to find it was already empty. “Little Yan Yan~ wait here for me for a while, I’ll go fetch some water~” Han Qingyan nodded reluctantly. She was so depressed. Lan Ying was clearly the more childish one, so why did she always feel like she was being taken care of by her?

Lan Ying skipped and hopped towards the riverbank. About ten feet away, there was a small pavilion where several elegantly dressed young men were sitting, enjoying wine and admiring the flowers, chatting about all sorts of things.

“Zhong Qi, I heard the other day that your brother, General Zhennan, has been urgently summoned back to the capital. Judging by the time, it will be soon. How come you still have time to come out for a spring outing with us?” said a man whose back was to the outside of the pavilion.

"You just don't understand. Everyone knows my father passed away early, and for many years, my eldest brother has single-handedly supported the entire General's family—there are so many things to do, so he never holds grudges against me—as long as I don't cause him any trouble, he probably won't bother with me!" the man called Zhong Qi said sarcastically.

"What, you seem quite unhappy? You should be content to have such an excellent and open-minded older brother!" the man next to Zhong Qi said dismissively.

Zhong Qi seemed reluctant to have his elder brother mentioned in front of him, so he changed the subject, saying, "Your father is the Minister of Personnel, and you are the eldest son, so it's natural for you to say that."

It turned out to be Ling Zhong Qi, the younger brother of General Ling Bo Yuan, and Ouyang Yi Li, the only son of the Minister of Personnel. Looking around, there were four people sitting in the pavilion—probably the "Four Gentlemen of Generosity" who were despised by the people of the capital and fawned upon by sycophants. Lan Ying stopped in her tracks, her jade hand resting on her ear, revealing a glint of light that was not easily noticed in the daytime, and then she listened carefully to their conversation.

"Haha, my father said your eldest brother has probably taken on a hot potato this time back in the capital—the assassination attempt from half a year ago is still unsolved, the Sixth Prince is missing and has likely been out of the country for a long time; the Empress Dowager's confinement at Qinghua Palace has also been delayed, and the Emperor hasn't blamed her, yet he quietly summoned her back. Can you guess why?"

Ling Zhongqi glanced at Ouyang Yili and asked. "You mean, he's already back?"

Ouyang gestured for him to be quiet, then whispered, "I can't be sure, but one thing is certain: the generals guarding the northern border have been frequently reporting that the local Xianbei soldiers are often harassing the people and causing disturbances, seemingly intending to stir up trouble. If the Xianbei royal family takes action, I think it must be because Wuji is already prepared."

"Then... what does this have to do with my elder brother?"

"Don't you understand? The Xianbei are increasingly invading, and the Emperor's order for your elder brother to return to the capital is naturally to prepare for war."

--What?! The Prince is back! And he's going to declare war on Tianyu on behalf of the Xianbei Murong clan?! Then... was it right or wrong of us to bring Xiaoyan to the capital? After all, staying in the altar wouldn't help break the seal... Perhaps their meeting would be helpful, but it's fate, and we can only hope there won't be any more complications.

The peach blossoms in early spring, February, were just beginning to bloom, not many or vibrant enough, but a few blossoms on a single branch created a charming scene. No wonder the peach blossoms always seemed to laugh at the spring breeze, at its late arrival, at its lack of appreciation for time, at its fleeting glance that failed to capture the most beautiful scenery.

Han Qingyan was left alone deep in the peach grove, listlessly surveying the layers upon layers of intertwined branches. Just as he was wondering why Lan Ying hadn't returned, he heard the sound of chaotic hooves approaching. He quickly estimated there were about five or six people. Without much hesitation, he turned and walked towards a path through the woods wide enough for a carriage. Sure enough, he soon saw a group of people heading in his direction.

The group consisted entirely of burly men covered in fur, except for the leader, whose silver riding attire woven into the fur accentuated his tall and lean physique. Although his appearance was ordinary, his noble air was undeniable!

Lost in thought, Han Qingyan stood motionless when suddenly a horse neighed, and the silver-clad man's mount, disobeying his command, veered off course and charged straight at him! In a moment of panic, Han Qingyan immediately used her inner energy to teleport away, retreating about ten feet. Strangely enough, the horse stopped a few feet away from where he had been standing!

The silver-clad man finally breathed a sigh of relief, scolding him angrily, "You wild horse, you almost hurt someone! I'll teach you a lesson when we get back!" The horse, displeased, shook its head violently and made a few grunting noises as if in protest. The silver-clad man ignored him, swiftly dismounted, and walked to Han Qingyan.

Upon first seeing Han Qingyan, her androgynous attire and surprisingly tall figure, the man noticed her unusually slender build, unlike that of a typical woman. Only the black veil obscured her features, making identification impossible. Then, noticing her prominent lower abdomen, the man said with feigned understanding, "Miss, you've been startled. It was my fault; please forgive me." He gave a graceful bow, displaying impeccable manners, but unfortunately, she didn't seem to appreciate it.

Han Qingyan, at this moment, couldn't offer further explanation and could only silently shake her head. The deep, pleasant male voice made him tremble—for no reason, he wished this man would leave quickly.

The man, noticing her rejection, wasn't angry. Instead, he continued in a cheerful mood, "Why don't you speak, Miss? Are you unwilling to forgive me?"

Han Qingyan shook his head again, this time a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. Whether from embarrassment or because the fright had disturbed the fetus, he nervously touched his abdomen. Seemingly noticing his distress, the man decided to stop teasing him. "Is the fetus in your womb frightened? Why are you here alone? Where are your family?"

At this moment, Han Qingyan felt the abdominal pain intensify. He pressed one hand tightly against his lower abdomen, while the other hand frantically searched for something to cling to, uttering soft moans. Seeing the situation was dire, the man in silver immediately caught him. Han Qingyan felt only discomfort, completely disregarding the inexplicable sense of repulsion she felt. She pressed herself against the warm chest, her hands gripping the man's shoulders tightly, yet this did little to alleviate the excruciating pain in her abdomen. She couldn't help but groan and gasp in pain, "It hurts...it hurts so much...I..."

Han Qingyan's soft, androgynous voice made it difficult to determine her gender; it was gentle and soothing, not intimidating. But the moment she spoke, the man in silver froze...

Han Qingyan! There was no need to remove the veil anymore; he was absolutely certain this person was Han Qingyan! He thought he would never see him again in his life, but he never expected this—and what was going on with this belly? He seemed to owe him an explanation…

Ignoring the astonished gazes behind him, the man in silver scooped up Han Qingyan and leaped onto his horse. With a shout, the brown steed immediately circled back the way it came, leaving the group behind and galloping away.

The group that had been left behind suddenly realized that they should stop them—they couldn't afford to cause any more trouble!

"Master, this is absolutely not allowed!"

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Although Yuwen Wuji had carried her in his arms the whole way, the jolting on the horse still made Han Qingyan break out in a cold sweat from the pain, so much so that she had no idea where she had been taken. He felt his cloak being taken away, and then he sank into a bed made of animal fur. The odor had been thoroughly removed, leaving only a soft touch.

Han Qingyan seemed to be gradually losing consciousness, accepting acupuncture and medication without any resistance, like a lifeless doll. His clenched teeth only occasionally emitted soft moans, causing Yuwen Wuji, who was feeding him the medicine, to frown. Yuwen

Wuji took another sip of the soup, tightened his grip on Han Qingyan's shoulders, and leaned down to exchange lips with hers, feeding the medicine to the unconscious man through his mouth. Repeating this, sip by sip, Han Qingyan obediently swallowed the medicine, gurgling sounds and low, hoarse sobs escaping her throat—a seductive whisper to Yuwen Wuji. A moment later, Yuwen Wuji took the last sip of medicine, put down the bowl, and fiercely kissed those alluring lips. A strange sense of familiarity and satisfaction washed over him; they were as soft as he remembered. He thought of how their owner always subtly argued with him.

Ignoring the bitterness of the medicine, he lingered, letting it melt and blend between their mouths. Han Qingyan's unconscious responses only fueled Yuwen Wuji's tireless kissing. Even worse, he began to grope the person beneath him, finally settling on the rounded breasts, slowly kneading and squeezing them.

"Mmm..." Perhaps because he wasn't wearing a bra, his nipples were unusually sensitive as the fabric rubbed against them; the originally soft protrusions immediately became hard and erect, a change even felt through the large hand's clothing!

Before he could adjust to the tingling sensation, the malicious hand had already pulled open the flimsy front of his shirt. The intense heat immediately scalded his rounded breasts, and without any warning, the large hand tightened its grip, causing Han Qingyan to let out a startled cry—so intense that even he couldn't believe it! He opened his eyes in horror, noticing that a considerable amount of fluid had already seeped out from there, and a blush of shame immediately spread across his pale face.

Only after the shame subsided did she realize their intimate position. Han Qingyan immediately pushed Yuwen Wuji away, and as soon as she escaped his embrace, she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed! She had only managed to break free using her full weight earlier, but now she was too weak to support herself! Han Qingyan knew something was wrong. She tried to suppress her shyness and glare at the other person on the bed, but the courage she had mustered completely collapsed when she saw Yuwen Wuji's actions—he was licking the hand that had just touched Han Qingyan, and his hand was covered with milk that had just been squeezed from Han Qingyan's breasts, while his gaze was fixed on Han Qingyan without leaving her!

Being played with like this by a strange man, Han Qingyan was almost ashamed to death, but her pride would not allow her to show weakness. He tightened the collar that had slipped to his shoulders, held his breath, and questioned her without turning his head, though his occasional trembling betrayed his excitement, "What do you want?"

Yuwen Wuji's fiery gaze remained fixed on Han Qingyan, as if the clothes didn't exist, so blatant that it made Han Qingyan's whole body heat up. As if he had seen enough, he said, "We're already in bed, so what do you think we should do? Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me, or... do you prefer me to be a little rougher?"

Han Qingyan's back trembled, but fortunately she had regained some composure by now. "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

Yuwen Wuji said sarcastically, "Han Qingyan, if you keep pretending, it won't be like you. You'd better not make me angry."

"You... how do you know my name?" Hearing his original name from the other person, which Lan Ying had told him, Han Qingyan was surprised that he knew this person. Forgetting his previous avoidance, he turned around and looked at Yuwen Wuji.

Yuwen Wuji assumed Han Qingyan was playing hard to get, and then said maliciously, "You're not going to tell me you've lost your mind, are you? Fine, I'll tell you then, I not only know your name, but I also know all your sensitive spots..." Before he could finish speaking, he took the opportunity to pull Han Qingyan back under him, and then continued to tease her maliciously, "If I touch you here, you'll moan especially beautifully!"

"Ah-ha—!" Han Qingyan immediately exclaimed in surprise when Yuwen Wuji pinched her erect nipple with two fingers and then twisted it hard.

"Touch here and you'll come out a lot of water..." With that, his large hand swiftly reached for the two pendants in front of Han Qingyan's anus. Han Qingyan's supple waist arched naturally, and she let out a long moan.

"Do you still remember when my penis pierced your vagina, you would excitedly bite me and not let go?" Yuwen Wuji's words became more and more explicit, which almost threw Han Qingyan into confusion. The lewd images flashing through her mind from time to time made her head ache.

"Stop talking... I didn't! I didn't!!"

"Didn't? Don't worry, I'll make you remember everything today!" After greeting him, his large hand tore Han Qingyan's outer pants in half, revealing thin panties. The shape of his already aroused penis could be seen faintly. Then, he grasped the soft flesh at the base and began to play with it, squeezing and releasing.

"Ah! No... What did you do to me?!" He was conscious and could speak normally, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he couldn't exert any strength at all!

"When I was doing acupuncture on you just now, I was afraid you would make any rash moves, so I inserted a few more needles." Yuwen Wuji's mood suddenly improved. He loved seeing Han Qingyan unable to control himself!

Not content with just playing with him, Yuwen Wuji's large hand reached down into Han Qingyan's underwear, touching the soft skin and becoming instantly addicted, lingering on it for a long time... until a viscous liquid flowed from his penis, wetting the thin fabric and Han Qingyan's entire lower body. Under

Yuwen Wuji's thorough caresses, the sticky liquid covered Han Qingyan's lower abdomen and vulva, then spread from the root of her thighs to the tender flesh inside. The slippery sensation made Han Qingyan almost lack the courage to complain; he was afraid that if he spoke, he would be unable to hold back his uncontrollable moans.

Catching a glimpse of the lips bitten white by their master, Yuwen Wuji extended two fingers and inserted them into the already moist opening.

"Ahhh—!" Han Qingyan cried out in pain at the intrusion of the foreign object, writhing restlessly, which only made the fingers go deeper inside. "Mmm~~~~"

Yuwen Wuji chuckled and withdrew his long fingers, saying, "Looks like you're even more anxious than I am. But not yet, you're so tight, you can't accommodate my darling." After saying that, he raised one of Han Qingyan's legs high above his shoulder, making him lie on his side facing him, before beginning to remove their clothes.

Feeling his underwear being removed, Han Qingyan finally realized that this man wasn't just playing around. The image of being penetrated flashed through his mind, a memory that told him that what was about to happen would only cause him pain. No, he had his baby… If

that thing went in, the baby would definitely die. He could die, but the baby wanted to live. He couldn't let anyone hurt him… Although he didn't even know whose child the baby was, the thought that this little life was the only thing the person he loved had left him made him want to protect him at all costs!

Although he knew that struggling was futile, Han Qingyan still used all his strength to resist, refusing to let Yuwen Wuji's enormous penis get close to him.

"No! Get away from me! Don't come near me, you beast!" Han Qingyan weakly pushed him away, raising her arms.

"Beast?" Yuwen Wuji felt he had been quite gentle today, but he hadn't expected Han Qingyan to resist so fiercely. He was furious. "So you're already dripping wet after being played with by this beast a few times? Aren't you worse than a beast? I'll show you what it means to be worse than a beast!"

As Yuwen Wuji spoke, he tore off all of Han Qingyan's clothes, quickly exposing her round breasts to the air, and her high, protruding belly was incredibly sexy, making Yuwen Wuji's blood boil! In a moment of passion, he lifted Han Qingyan's upper body and fiercely sucked on her pink nipples—"Ahhh~~~ Don't suck... Ah ha!" Han Qingyan cried out in pain, yet she was incredibly alluring!

A large amount of sweet milk gushed into Yuwen Wuji's mouth, and what he couldn't swallow in time smeared his tender white breasts, making them seem to exude a faint, warm fragrance, making them irresistible!

"Great! You're producing even more than before!" Yuwen Wuji teased between sucking strokes, "...Is your little peach getting bigger again? I can barely hold it in one hand! Hmm?"

"Ah...mmm...no...don't say that..." Knowing that Yuwen Wuji wasn't planning to use that terrifying thing to penetrate him for the time being, Han Qingyan's tense nerves finally relaxed, but he was immediately overwhelmed by intense pleasure and couldn't process the other's question at all, only moaning and begging incoherently.

"I didn't expect that you could actually have a child. Is it because you're pregnant that your breasts are so engorged? It seems that my efforts half a year ago have been very effective!" Yuwen Wuji didn't let him off the hook, placing one hand on his round belly and teasing him.

These words struck Han Qingyan like a bolt from the blue, nearly catching his breath—impossible, absolutely impossible, it couldn't be this man's!

"The baby isn't yours!" Han Qingyan declared angrily, speaking not only to Yuwen Wuji but also to himself.

Yuwen Wuji's face immediately darkened, and he coldly warned, "Dare you say that again?" Even he himself couldn't understand why he was so angry upon hearing that the child wasn't his, but Yuwen Wuji, blinded by rage, had no time to think.

Han Qingyan looked directly into his eyes and repeated without hesitation, "The baby isn't your child!"

Han Qingyan knew very well that he was only deceiving himself… Even though he had forgotten the past, the moment he saw this man, he couldn't stop himself from looking at him; every glance made his heart weep. He didn't want this pain, yet even choosing to forget was so difficult! Why, why couldn't he escape?

"You slut! You dare to seduce other men behind my back! Today I'll let you know whether this child is mine or not!" Yuwen Wuji, consumed by rage, completely disregarded whether the pregnant Han Qingyan could withstand it, and thrust his enormous member into her tight little hole, almost tearing the dry passage apart!

"Ahhh!

Ahh

...

"...So tired...Let me go...Taiyi...Take me away..." Han Qingyan was in too much pain to think. His mind was filled only with a name he seemed to have forgotten for a long time. He didn't know what it meant, but at this moment, only this person occupied his entire consciousness. He had no way out...

When Yuwen Wuji finally realized his brutality, Han Qingyan had already lost his breath. A pale yellow liquid slowly flowed from his lower body. Gradually, gradually, he no longer felt any pain and wanted to just fall asleep...

"Damn it!!! Doctor, get me a doctor right now!" Upon hearing his master's summons, the servant outside room

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immediately went to fetch him, but soon returned. He reported from outside the door, "Master, a man and a woman have broken into the mansion. Their movements are strange and unpredictable; even dozens of servants combined couldn't stop them!"

Yuwen Wuji, who was in his room tending to Han Qingyan's breathing, felt his pulse fading and his mood worsening. "Never mind them for now, go find a doctor!" "

But they're already—!" Before the servant could finish, there was silence. Then a man said coldly, "No need to announce it, we're right here."

Just then, someone burst through the door, and a girl in blue rushed in. It was Lan Ying and Bai Yao. Lan Ying quickly found her way to the bedroom and immediately understood what had happened when she saw the mess on the bed. The black and white tiger-skin bed was stained with pale yellow liquid mixed with some red. Lan Ying almost screamed.

Yuwen Wuji, with his back to her, remained calm and composed, his grip showing no sign of loosening. He spoke first, warning, "Miss, don't come any closer, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Hearing this, Lan Ying froze. What a coincidence—of all things, they had to run into the prince!

"Lan Ying, what happened?" Bai Yao arrived shortly after, finding Lan Ying standing dumbfounded in front of the archway.

Lan Ying was terrified by the horrific scene on the bed, and her words became incoherent, "...Your...Your...force...force...!"

"Alright, move aside." Bai Yao stepped past Lan Ying, having also witnessed everything, but reacted extremely quickly, moving to the bedside in a single stride. Unexpectedly, Yuwen Wuji was prepared, turning around and striking Bai Yao back with a palm strike, then sweeping Han Qingyan up in his arms, his other hand remaining on Han Qingyan's back.

Bai Yao suppressed his anger and spoke sternly, otherwise he would have wanted to kill the person in front of him. "No matter what you did to him before, and no matter why you intend to save him, please give him back to us now!"

Hearing that the person was with Han Qingyan, Yuwen Wuji finally relented and asked, "Who are you?" "

You don't need to know. You only need to know that only I can save him!" Bai Yao knew it wasn't a good time to say such provocative words, but seeing their most protected person treated this way, how could he possibly show any kindness to the abuser?!

Lan Ying was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Why were these two still staring at each other?! "Your Highness! Quickly hand him over to Baiyao! He'll die if this continues, he'll die!"

Yuwen Wuji then noticed the other person in the room. He had only judged it to be a woman by the footsteps, but it turned out to be an old acquaintance. Even though he was extremely displeased, he knew this was not the time to argue, so he slowly handed Han Qingyan to Baiyao.

Baiyao took Han Qingyan and asked, "Would you mind if we could borrow a clean side room?" Yuwen Wuji nodded and led them out of the bedroom.

Bai Yao placed Han Qingyan on the soft couch in the side room and, without conducting any examination, said, "Her water has broken, so she cannot give birth now. Lan Ying, use the breath of the Azure Dragon to protect the fetus, and I will prolong the life of the divine child." Lan Ying agreed, and the two of them began to infuse Han Qingyan with their true energy, one in front and one behind.

Yuwen Wuji wasn't quite sure how his act of transferring his life force to Han Qingyan differed from the other two, but he truly wasn't confident he could save her. This only fueled his anger, especially considering Baiyao's provocative words earlier. Sure enough, half an hour later, Han Qingyan gradually regained her color, no longer appearing like a lifeless doll to be manipulated. The two who had transferred their life force to Han Qingyan, however, were noticeably paler than before.

Throughout the entire process, Yuwen Wuji stayed by her side, only breathing a sigh of relief once Han Qingyan regained her color. He hadn't realized he'd acted so impulsively, and a rare feeling of guilt washed over him. He should have known better than to touch Han Qingyan in the first place, but by the time he realized it, he was already out of control. Looking at Han Qingyan's body aroused him before anything else; this had crossed his boundaries. He didn't want to owe Han Qingyan anything—because he couldn't give her what she wanted, and it would make him feel guilty towards the person in his heart!

Knowing that Han Qingyan was alright, Yuwen Wuji's thoughts became chaotic. Suppressing his emotions, he walked out of the room, his steps slightly unsteady. Soon, the person inside came out—it was Baiyao. He swept Han Qingyan across the threshold in his arms and stopped beside Yuwen Wuji.

The two were about the same height; it was unclear who was looking down on whom, but neither was looking at the other.

Finally, Bai Yao broke the silence, his tone still cold, but laced with provocation: "If it weren't for your special status, I would have killed you today. We're taking the person away; I hope we never see each other again."

Yuwen Wuji had no intention of paying attention to Bai Yao's barbed words. Whether or not to see him was a decision he hadn't made, and no one could decide for him!

Bai Yao left gracefully after uttering these words. A moment later, Lan Ying followed, her steps hesitant, stopping beside Yuwen Wuji as well, but remaining silent for a long time.

Instead, Yuwen Wuji spoke first: "I knew you weren't simple. I didn't expect you to come for him."

"Your Highness... Lan Ying thought you at least had some feelings for him. Even if it wasn't pity, how could you be so cruel? Besides... the child in his belly is yours!" Lan Ying finished speaking and ran away angrily without waiting for Yuwen Wuji's response. She didn't think her words would have any impact on Yuwen Wuji, so she just wanted to vent her dissatisfaction. She felt sad for Han Qingyan and felt that he was not worth it!

Lan Ying's almost reproachful words were a knot in Yuwen Wuji's heart. He truly believed it wasn't true... That's why he went berserk and assaulted Han Qingyan when she said no, even calling out someone else's name at the end. This made him extremely annoyed when he recalled it—Han Qingyan was originally his, and he wouldn't allow it! She had his child and still wanted to escape? He dared, and no one else could!

Meanwhile, after Bai Yao and Lan Ying brought Han Qingyan back, they settled her in a villa that night. Han Qingyan's condition was unstable; she slept for a full day and night, only waking up the following evening. He woke up, but his mind was more hazy than ever before. He hadn't felt this dazed even when he discovered the abnormality in his body...

Seeing that he was awake but unwilling to move, and even more so when he remained silent, Lan Ying couldn't help but persuade him, "Little Yan Yan~~ Don't think so much, let's eat something, okay? Even if you don't eat, the baby has to eat too~~"

"…………"

"...You can erase seventeen years of memories, that man only saw you for an hour, forget him already, you can do it!" Lan Ying was really angry, not at Han Qingyan, but at the man who didn't know how to cherish him.

Han Qingyan's expression finally softened, and he asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "Is the child his?"

Lan Ying was somewhat discouraged. He had clearly chosen to forget, so why could that person still hurt him so easily?

"Yes..."

"Why do I love him... Can I stop loving him?" In that person's eyes, he couldn't find a trace of pity, only disgust.

"Yes, of course you can..."

"Then I won't love him anymore... I'll only love the baby, I still have the baby..." Han Qingyan didn't know if he was comforting Lan Ying or himself; his voice was so hoarse that even he felt it was broken and incomplete...

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Several days later, Han Qingyan's injuries had greatly improved, and Lan Ying often went out to find people. Now, Han Qingyan's biggest task seemed to be waiting for the baby to be born. He had a poor appetite, but every day the two of them took turns supervising him to eat a lot. Every time the baby kicked him, he would vomit it all up. It seemed the baby was healthier than him.

Han Qingyan wasn't one for crowds. The villa where he was temporarily staying was quite spacious, and he rarely saw anyone there. In his spare time, he preferred to wander around the courtyard.

This particular day, the weather was fine, and the villa was bathed in warm sunshine. Lan Ying had gone out, and Han Qingyan was taking a stroll. Before he knew it, he had reached the front gate. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard someone knocking. He paused for a moment, but no one answered. Without thinking, he went to open the door. He assumed it was Lan Ying returning, so when Yuwen Wuji's ambiguous smile appeared before him, he didn't even have time to close the door.

Seeing his astonishment, Yuwen Wuji seized the opportunity to seal over a dozen acupoints on his chest and neck, then grabbed Han Qingyan's arm and dragged him out the door. Han Qingyan was both ashamed and furious, unable to believe he hadn't even had a chance to resist before being kidnapped!

Han Qingyan issued a silent protest, glaring angrily at Yuwen Wuji, who grinned like a cunning fox! Yuwen Wuji swept him up onto his mount and did something that greatly troubled Han Qingyan—he kissed him! What was this person trying to do? He clearly didn't like him, yet he kept disrupting his life!

"Stop glaring! You came here of your own accord, don't blame me!"

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"Don't even think about it! We finally got the little lamb to take the bait, do you think I'd let him go? You can consider breaking through his acupoints yourself, but I don't think it'll be in time." Yuwen Wuji leaned close to Han Qingyan's ear and gently blew, the spring breeze brushing against his neck. He then turned Han Qingyan to his side, wrapped his arms around her ample waist, gripped the reins, and rode away.

Pregnant Han Qingyan hadn't ridden in a long time, and the initial jolting was undoubtedly torture for him. Coupled with Yuwen Wuji's eagerness to leave and his rapid galloping, the aches in his waist immediately spread throughout his body, causing Han Qingyan to furrow his brow.

Unexpectedly, Yuwen Wuji said, "Just bear with it for a bit. I'll slow down once we leave this place." Han Qingyan knew this was meant to comfort him, but it only made him more uneasy. This man didn't love him... yet he was suddenly being so gentle with him. What was the reason for this?

Yuwen Wuji kept his word and went quite far. When they reached a place where they could hear the sound of water ahead, he reined in the horse and let it go on its own. He would occasionally steer the horse to change course, and only then could Han Qingyan finally relieve the soreness in his body. Unable to move, Han Qingyan could only lean against Yuwen Wuji. Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread through his lower back; Yuwen Wuji's free hand was pressing firmly on his waist—the bloating and pain in his abdomen lessened, though the lingering tingling sensation caused Han Qingyan to let out a soft groan.

At this moment, Yuwen Wuji mischievously released his pressure points, causing Han Qingyan to inadvertently exhale a comfortable breath, which grew increasingly heavy. "Ugh... ugh..."

A wicked smile played on Yuwen Wuji's lips as he lowered his head and kissed Han Qingyan's sensitive neck. The damp, hot sensation teasing her shoulder caused Han Qingyan to let out a low, labored breath, eliciting a soft chuckle from Yuwen Wuji, whose teasing lips and tongue never left her smooth skin. In the midst of their caresses, his long arms at her sides smoothly turned Han Qingyan into a straddling position, like a horse. The latter was powerless to resist, and Han Qingyan regretted not having listened to Yuwen Wuji's "advice" and broken through her acupoints herself.

Han Qingyan was startled and somewhat confused, but his intuition told him that he had to divert the other person's attention at this moment, otherwise... So, he mustered his willpower and resisted the man behind him who kept trying to numb him with intimacy.

"Ugh... why... did you bring me here?" The panting in his words revealed his vulnerability at this moment.

Yuwen Wuji, of course, knew he was putting on a brave face, so he calmly rejected the question, abruptly changing the subject with a shameful remark: "You've lost weight, no wonder only your belly and breasts are growing."

His hand encircled her prominent waist, then planted a kiss on her slightly pointed shoulder, before he began to fondle Han Qingyan's rounded breasts through her clothes, the warmth of his palms soothing them, causing the buds beneath to bloom and stand erect without reservation! The lingering squeezing and kneading provoked a wave of shame, anger, and frustration in Han Qingyan.

Did this man completely disregard her feelings? He was utterly oblivious to her wishes, only caring about doing what he wanted! He didn't deny that he and this person must have had a close relationship before, but now that he had decided to forget the past, no matter how many lingering thoughts he had, he should put an end to them all... It was just forgetting someone again. He originally thought it wouldn't be a difficult thing, and that no one would interfere with this decision, but he never expected that this man would barge into his life again!

"Um—this kind of thing has nothing to do with you, what exactly—um…what exactly do you want to do?!" Suddenly feeling helpless, this person's gentleness and passion came too quickly and were too unreal.

"So cold, your nipples are hard and you still won't behave." Even through her clothes, he could feel the unusual protrusion. Yuwen Wuji, completely unfazed by this coldness, continued his teasing, brazenly slipping a hand inside Han Qingyan's clothes, unexpectedly touching a patch of moist, smooth skin and soft yet firm, pink nipples!

Yuwen Wuji growled, his penis immediately reacting. He cursed, "Damn it, you're not wearing anything underneath!"

It wasn't that he didn't want to wear anything; Lan Ying had insisted he not cover his chest, and he would rather die than wear those strapless bras Lan Ying had brought… wearing those things was more shameful than not wearing anything at all!

"I—ah!" Han Qingyan was about to explain when she saw half of her blouse being forcefully torn open. Her breast, swollen and red from Yuwen Wuji's rough handling, was thrust high into the air, only to be bitten by Yuwen Wuji. Her explanation instantly turned into a seductive moan.

"Ugh...ugh...no...ugh...outside...ugh~~~" Unable to move, she could only let the man lick and bite her nipple, sucking out its sweet juice. Her nipple throbbed with pain, each time it was spat out, it seemed to swell even more!

Yuwen Wuji sucked on the pink, round nipple, mumbling in praise, "Ugh...you're so sweet...so good!"

"Ugh...ahh~~~~" Sizzling sounds echoed from her chest! Sizzling! The lewd sounds of water were so shameful that they made one want to die. How could he do such a thing to him in the wild, especially in broad daylight? If someone saw this, what dignity would he have left to live with! Upon thinking of this, Han Qingyan's eyes immediately reddened, and he couldn't help but plead, "No...please...don't do it here!"

Perhaps his pleas finally worked, for the first time Yuwen Wuji didn't force him, but said, "Okay, we can do it somewhere else, but..." He took another sip before letting go, and finally pulled his open clothes back up, then said ambiguously, "Now you have to solve another small problem..."

"...another one—uh-huh~~~" Han Qingyan repeated breathlessly, but he immediately realized what he was doing halfway through his sentence. Before he could finish, Yuwen Wuji's penis pressed against the entrance of his anus, and even through the clothes, he could still feel the immense pressure!

Han Qingyan gasped, recalling the encounter that could only be described as 'rape' not long ago—if it happened again, the baby would die!

"No! Please don't—" Han Qingyan cried out in fear, trying to refuse.

"I'm sorry…" Yuwen Wuji quickly kissed his cheek, whispering his apology in his ear, "I was wrong last time, I shouldn't have treated you like that. But why did you lie to me? The baby is our child, isn't it?" He then reached out and released Han Qingyan's pressure points.

Han Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately wrapped his arms around his stomach. For some reason, he didn't want to answer the question. He could only shake his head blankly, repeating over and over, "No... the baby is mine, it's my child, mine alone..."

Yuwen Wuji froze upon hearing this, but quickly recovered, not giving Han Qingyan a chance to escape. He tightly wrapped his arms around Han Qingyan's shoulders, gently comforting him, "Don't reject me, don't lie to me anymore, and don't deceive yourself anymore... Don't you love me? Why won't you give me another chance? Give me a chance to make amends, okay?"

Han Qingyan's mind was a complete mess. Should he believe this gentleness, or should he believe no one?
Even knowing that some things would not have a result, he still listened to his heart. Whether it was blind, extravagant, or desperate, he only wanted to continue this love that had nowhere to go until the end of his life...

Han Qingyan's answer was to seal the other's lips with a kiss. February was coming to an end and March was beginning. The clear sky of spring in the north was tinged with the misty rain of Jiangnan. Spring rain was like oil and willows were like smoke. Who would care if this was the spring of March?

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I don't know who infected whom first. The kiss continued. His hand quietly pleased his burning passion. His hand quietly caressed his little hole. The indistinct and intertwined, extremely tender.

The kiss lingered for a long time, the only sound the two could hear being their heavy breathing. Their passion wouldn't subside, and Yuwen Wuji murmured, "Yan'er, I want you. Give it to me, okay?"

Ignoring the slight dizziness, Han Qingyan turned her head away from his dangerous gaze, and Yuwen Wuji didn't move either. The next moment, Han Qingyan withdrew her large hand from between her legs, replacing it with the swollen, hot object that had been in her grasp. She then leaned forward slightly, actively rubbing her lower body against it.

Sensing the other's passion, Yuwen Wuji immediately understood. He wrapped one arm around Han Qingyan's waist and, with the other, grasped his enormous member and thrust it into her barely visible pink opening—

"Ah!" The deep penetration, the forceful thrust, even though he was mentally prepared, still caused Han Qingyan to cry out in surprise. The intense pleasure almost made him lose his strength, but fortunately, Yuwen Wuji quickly pulled him back into his arms. Unexpectedly, at that moment, Yuwen Wuji suddenly gave a low shout and spurred his horse forward, causing Han Qingyan's heart to nearly leap out of her chest!

The jolting of the fast horse caused repeated, irregular impacts, each one causing Han Qingyan excruciating pain and numbness. This was an unprecedented ecstasy, something he couldn't recall, nor recorded in his body. His heart didn't leap out of his chest, for it was so full it felt like it was melting, yet he let out passionate moans. Yuwen Wuji returned his wild kiss, Han Qingyan holding the back of his clothes with one hand and wrapping the other around Yuwen Wuji's neck in a passionate kiss.

They hadn't traveled far when they arrived at a waterside spot, where a wooden villa built beside the water suddenly appeared before them. The two lingered on horseback, and even without the intensity of their journey, Yuwen Wuji didn't stop his thrusts. His large member was completely enveloped by her hot, moist opening, unwilling to fully emerge. The owner of that opening clung tightly to him.

When the two, lost in their passionate kiss, were finally startled by the horse beneath them, they snapped back to reality. Han Qingyan couldn't believe she and Yuwen Wuji had actually been making love all the way there, oblivious to everyone else. Shamefully turning her head away, she felt the vibrations from his chest and had even less courage to look back.

Seemingly having laughed enough, he kissed Han Qingyan's ear a few times before saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm coming out now. Let's continue inside, okay?"

Han Qingyan was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She whispered, "You don't need to report to me before you go out—uh ah~~~~" As soon as she finished speaking, Yuwen Wuji immediately pulled his penis out. The sudden emptiness made Han Qingyan let out a dissatisfied groan.

"Really not necessary?" Yuwen Wuji didn't forget to tease her after he had finished teasing her. Han Qingyan didn't know what to do at all, and her eyes immediately turned a thin layer of red. Yuwen Wuji, in high spirits, dismounted first and then swiftly pulled Han Qingyan into his arms, catching her sideways and kissing her red lips once more.

They walked entwined into the villa, and before Han Qingyan could even see the furnishings, Yuwen Wuji carried him straight to the bedroom, leading him to the soft couch with fluid, decisive movements!

Their long kiss continued unabated, their clothes tearing wildly at each other. Yuwen Wuji first removed their lower garments, then, supporting Han Qingyan's body, lifted her waist and thrust into her wet opening, immediately launching into a frenzied series of thrusts!

"Ah~~~! Ah ah um... slower~~~ baby will... umm~~"

Upon hearing the mention of baby, Yuwen Wuji suddenly stopped moving, as if remembering something. Han Qingyan whimpered, opened her eyes, and looked at Yuwen Wuji with a puzzled expression. She happened to catch a glimpse of him pulling his shirt down to his elbows, unsurprisingly revealing a wet and lewd scene. Unexpectedly, Yuwen Wuji didn't immediately suckle her nipples.

Instead, he cupped Han Qingyan's breasts and squeezed them forcefully towards the center. Han Qingyan immediately cried out in pain, but couldn't hide the pleasure within. Yuwen Wuji smiled with satisfaction, continuing his thrusting, and began to lick the two pink nipples intermittently, his fingers occasionally brushing against them, but he no longer took them into his mouth to suck and bite them.

Even so, milk frequently oozed from Han Qingyan's nipples, drop by drop, but not all at once. Han Qingyan gradually felt the swelling and pain in his breasts reach an unbearable point. Ignoring his shame, he reached out to express the excess milk himself, but Yuwen Wuji restrained his hands first.

"Give it to me... Ah~~~~~" He pleaded sadly, not knowing what he wanted. His body was already filled, but he still felt incredibly empty... The tongue that occasionally brushed against his nipple but didn't linger drove him crazy. He wanted Yuwen Wuji to ravage that place again. He thrust his breasts out uncontrollably, but the other refused to touch them any further. He groaned wildly, "Give it to me... Ah ha~~ Don't go... Give it to me~~~"

Yuwen Wuji let out a deep laugh and then asked, "What does Yan'er want?"

"Just a suck... I want you to suck it..." Han Qingyan made this shameful request almost in despair.

"Here?" As Yuwen Wuji had hoped, he fiercely sucked on a pink nipple, holding it in his mouth and pulling it outwards. A large amount of milk immediately spurted from the small opening on the nipple. Yuwen Wuji mischievously released his grip, letting the small hole continue to twitch and flow out the juice, like a stream, constantly squeezing out of the narrow passage. Han Qingyan seemed to be released and cried out comfortably, but the satisfaction came and went faster than it came, making it more and more unbearable for him each time!

"Ugh...give it to me...please...I feel so uncomfortable..." Han Qingyan looked at Yuwen Wuji with red eyes.

"If you want it, come and feed me yourself." Yuwen Wuji leaned against Han Qingyan's chest and made his request, his hot breath immediately brushing against her itchy nipple.

Han Qingyan's mind went blank, her reason snapped, and she pounced on Yuwen Wuji without thinking, lifting one breast and shoving her hard, almost bursting nipple into his mouth!

"Ah~~~ Ah ha~~~~" In that instant, she let out a long sigh of pleasure, and Yuwen Wuji also sighed in admiration but remained unmoved, doing nothing but waiting to be served.

Han Qingyan, disregarding all dignity, held Yuwen Wuji's head with one hand and supported her upper body with the other, using her body weight to repeatedly squeeze her uncomfortably sore nipples into his mouth. However, she received no response. Han Qingyan sobbed, "Ugh... please... suck it... ugh..."

Having achieved her goal, Yuwen Wuji finally relented and exclaimed, "Mmm! Yan'er tastes so good!" He made sucking sounds, causing the swollen nipples to twitch and gush out more sweet juice.

"Mmm... Mmm... Harder... Mmm..." Encouraged, Han Qingyan began to use her soft breasts to move her nipples in circles, touching his lips and teeth, and the tongue that had comforted her countless times. Her tender breasts were fully squeezed, finally releasing the milk into his mouth. At this moment, Han Qingyan finally let out a satisfied sigh.

Han Qingyan lay on top of Yuwen Wuji, twisting and turning in rhythm with each powerful suckling. Her anus remained filled by Yuwen Wuji's enormous member, so as she nursed him, she also stimulated their lower bodies. This rhythmic pleasure permeated their blood and limbs, deeply imprinting their union into their bodies and souls. Even after thousands of years, that fiery passion would remain in their memories…

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How can one escape the abyss of lust? Perhaps the best way is to never fall in in the first place… Who is deceiving whom?

They were so engrossed in their performance that even they couldn't tell who was the observer and who was the actor.

Lan Ying and the others must be very worried about him, having not returned for several days.
Recalling his absurd behavior of the past few days, day and night, Han Qingyan felt increasingly empty. He was truly tired, but he couldn't sleep yet, because that person hadn't appeared…

Under the midnight sky, with few spring stars, the cry of a nightingale pierced the air, startling those who should have been asleep. One person rose, another closed their eyes.

A moment later, Yuwen Wuji silently stepped out of his temporary residence, having already changed out of his dazzling silver attire; a simple black robe quickly disappeared into the night. Shortly after, another person emerged from the same room, also dressed in black, but moving with a more hurried pace, though showing no signs of slowing down.

Passing through the dense forest they had traversed that day, Han Qingyan unknowingly arrived at the edge of the water, a field of reeds. The night wind rustled through the almost submerging reeds, and Han Qingyan followed at a distance, stopping only when she could hear them clearly. At that moment, she faintly heard a conversation between two people carried on the broken wind.

"You've come after all. This is truly my good son," a woman's voice, not particularly old but already showing signs of age, called out to her son, her tone colder than anyone else's.

"I don't know when my royal brother became so magnanimous, allowing a forbidden person to enter and leave the capital. Why is Mother here?"

"Hmph, what kind of 'royal brother' are you calling me now? You know perfectly well that he has no relation to us, and your biological father is not Yuwen Xuan. The entire Yuwen clan are our enemies!"

"Why does Mother treat someone who has been kind to you like this? Father has treated you well. If it weren't for Father's intervention to shield you from the crime of 'unmarried pregnancy' through a marriage alliance, how could you have survived to this day under the strict Xianbei ancestral teachings!" Jin Yu had raised him for twenty-two years. Even though he knew he was not a descendant of the Yuwen clan, this land, its people, every blade of grass and tree... compared to that so-called 'biological father' who had never fulfilled his nurturing obligations, he had long regarded this place as his mother land!

"You unfilial son! What right do you have to question my decision? How do you know Yuwen Xuan isn't using me? He's just like that other person, his heart and eyes are only for Mo Yun!!"

"Of course I know..." "

It was Long'er, wasn't it? He must have told you! Why don't you listen to your mother? Hand him over now!"

Yuwen Wuji ignored her, saying, "You know perfectly well that's impossible..." -- Mother, you are no longer my mother... My mother died seventeen years ago. You are nothing but a sinner who blindly and cruelly indulged in love!

But he also knew that he had no right to criticize her, because he was the same kind of person -- to prevent his loved ones from being hurt, he was willing to make enemies of everyone!

"I only promised you that I would help you retrieve the other lost 'Dragon-Seeking Map' and help you break the 'Total Erosion Seal,' but I will never let you take Long'er away. As for... you want me to help you keep Han Qingyan, I will offer it to you with both hands."

The Empress Dowager scoffed: "Hmph—I have already said that you cannot have feelings for him. You are destined to have no future together, so why are you still so stubborn?"

"This is the same as your blindness. That man has been using you from the beginning, but you are willing to sacrifice everyone to be buried with him, just for that sliver of hope." Yuwen Wuji ruthlessly pierced through their dark hearts, but he was more able to face his own desires.

Embarrassed by being exposed, he couldn't even suppress the trembling in his voice: "Enough! You unfilial son! What use was I to give birth to you, only to defy me!"

"Mother, I have obeyed you for too long, otherwise I wouldn't have let you harm Long'er to this extent! There's no point in saying more. Let's stop here for today. Please leave, Mother." Thinking of the past that he regretted so much, Yuwen Wuji couldn't control his anger. If this woman wasn't his mother, he was afraid he would want to kill her! But he couldn't do it. This woman was once his most respected and beloved mother, the mother who had always protected him! With

disordered thoughts, he flung his sleeves and left, not caring whether the Empress Dowager had left first, because at this moment he desperately needed to calm down. Therefore, he didn't notice that the person who had silently followed him back was Han Qingyan, who should have been lying in bed unable to move. When he found the bed empty, he was startled by the person who appeared after him.

That emotion only lasted for a moment, and when he looked at Han Qingyan, his expression had softened: "Yan'er... why are you still walking around outside at this time?" "

I thought Your Highness knew the answer to this question better than I did." Han Qingyan slowly walked into the central gate, her tone as flat as ever, but it couldn't remind Yuwen Wuji of the Han Qingyan of the past.

"So, you heard everything?" His lie exposed, Yuwen Wuji remained surprisingly calm, as if he was certain Han Qingyan wouldn't do anything to him.

"No, I only have a vague understanding. I hope Your Highness will enlighten me." It wasn't that he was being soft-hearted and wanted to give her any chance to explain; he simply wanted to put an end to his past.

"How much did you hear?"

"The Empress Dowager, Long'er, me, the Dragon Map, and the secrets of our Dark Tribe." Yuwen Wuji was somewhat taken aback; he had indeed heard everything without a word.

"I don't see anything to say. It's just what you thought. What, starting to regret it? Or do you really want to kill me now?" Yuwen Wuji knew there was no need to hide anything anymore and decided to play the part well.

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