Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

The water in the cleanroom had long since cooled down.

The floor was covered in water stains mixed with the juice of a few crushed rose petals, exuding an air of decadent yet decadent beauty.

"My wife..."

Chu Sikong buried his face in the crook of Jiang Yining's neck, his voice carrying a languid aftertaste and a touch of morbid infatuation.

"Look, it's all clean now."

Jiang Yining felt as if all her bones had been removed, and she leaned limply against the bathtub wall.

The bite marks that Ji Lingxiao had left were now covered by denser red marks.

Old wounds haven't healed, and new ones have been added.

Is this kid born in the Year of the Dog?

"Lord Chu, you..."

Jiang Yining was about to curse when her voice became hoarse, and the sound she made was like she was being coquettish.

She shut her mouth in shame and indignation, not wanting to look at this man who had gotten the better deal and was now acting innocent.

"Is my wife tired?"

Although Chu Sikong was blind, he was very perceptive and noticed her emotions.

He stood up from the water with a splash, stepped out of the bathtub, grabbed a towel from the shelf, wrapped Jiang Yining up tightly with an extremely natural movement, and picked her up horizontally.

"I'll carry my wife to bed."

Back in bed, he didn't cling to her as usual, but instead nestled obediently under the covers, one hand on Jiang Yining's waist, his breathing gradually becoming steady.

Jiang Yining stared at that handsome face, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The childish, sweet voice popped into my head again.

[Mother, please give me more... so I can grow up well...]

Jiang Yining: […Shut up.]

She's sore all over and her back feels like it's about to break, so she doesn't want to discuss anything about "supplements".

However, I felt a vague unease in my heart.

Ji Lingxiao will not let this go so easily.

……

The Imperial Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

There were no lights in the hall, only a red candle as thick as a child's arm burning on the sandalwood imperial desk.

The flickering candlelight illuminated a strangely handsome face.

Ye Wuhen was toying with an exquisite glass cup in his hand, which was not filled with fine wine, but with scarlet deer blood.

"You mean, Ji Lingxiao took advantage of that young widow right there in the carriage?"

He tilted his head back and drank a large bowl of deer blood in one gulp, his lips stained crimson like blood. Against his loose black and gold dragon robe, he looked like a beautiful ghost who had just crawled out of hell.

The guards kneeling on the ground lowered their heads even further, trembling.

"Yes...Later, Lord Ji was so angry that he almost dismantled the carriage."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Ye Wuhen suddenly burst into laughter, smashing the glass cup in his hand to the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"Fun! So fun!"

"My esteemed, upright, and otherworldly Grand Secretary actually got jealous over a woman and lost control in the street?"

He stood up and stepped barefoot on the sharp shards of glass.

Blood seeped out, staining the soles of his feet red, but he seemed not to feel the pain. Instead, he excitedly narrowed his long, narrow phoenix eyes.

"Originally, I thought the Chu family was meaningless and wanted to kill the rest of them and feed them to the dogs."

"Since that young widow is so capable, able to bewitch my Grand Tutor so completely..."

Ye Wuhen licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"It just so happens that the other members of the Ji family are using Ling Xiao's name to commit all sorts of evil deeds."

"And then there's Bai Ze, who's always been out of control!"

"Someone come here."

The old eunuch crawled in tremblingly: "Your Majesty?"

"Issue my decree."

Ye Wuhen casually straightened his cuffs.

"The exoneration of the Chu family is a blessing for the court, and I am greatly pleased. I hereby grant permission for the widow of the Chu family and her relatives to accompany me to tomorrow's royal autumn hunt."

The old eunuch was taken aback: "Your Majesty, the autumn hunt has always been reserved for officials of the third rank or above and their families. This Chu family, however…"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Ye Wuhen's eyes turned cold: "I want to see who can bite whom best when these three dogs fight over a bone."

The royal hunting grounds were shrouded in flags.

Although it was an autumn hunt, the midday sun was still scorching, making people's skin feel tight.

The camps of various powerful families stretched out in a continuous line, most of them extremely luxurious. However, the Chu family's camp was arranged in the most remote corner, right next to the stable. When the wind blew, the smell of horse manure went straight into their noses.

This was clearly a show of force from that tyrant, Ye Wuhen.

Jiang Yining didn't care about these material possessions; she just wanted a place to stay.

She was directing Lao Zhao to move the luggage he brought into the tent when she turned her head and saw Chu Sikong standing in the sun.

Today he wasn't wearing his usual plain white robe, but instead a black fitted outfit with a matching leather belt around his waist, which accentuated his lean and powerful physique.

The red blindfold stood out starkly against the drab gray of the camp.

"Why are you standing there in the sun?"

Jiang Yining put down what she was holding, walked over quickly, and used her sleeve to shield him from the sun.

Chu Sikong swayed slightly, then leaned against Jiang Yining as if he had no bones. His face was so white it was almost transparent, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"My wife... I feel dizzy."

His voice was weak, and he held onto Jiang Yining tightly, refusing to let go.

"The smell here is so strong... I feel like throwing up."

Jiang Yining's heart softened.

This guy is already physically weak, and he's also a bit of a germaphobe, so this kind of environment is really tough on him.

"Sweetie, go inside and rest for a bit, I'll get you some water."

She helped Chu Sikong walk inside, completely unaware of the murderous glare directed at her from not far away.

In the main stands.

Ji Lingxiao sat upright in the grand chair, his purple and gold official robe spotless, holding a white jade teacup in his hand.

"Click—"

A crisp sound.

That fine white jade cup turned into a pile of dust in his hands.

Tea dripped through his fingers and onto his official boots, leaving a dark stain.

Mo Ying, standing behind him, swallowed hard, not daring to utter a sound.

If his master's gaze could kill, then Young Master Chu would probably have been sliced ​​to death three thousand times over by now.

"grown ups……"

"Prepare the horses."

Ji Lingxiao coldly uttered two words, stood up, and left in a huff.

"I am going to inspect the camp's defenses."

What a load of crap, patrolling the camp defenses!

Mo Ying watched his master's retreating figure heading straight for the Chu family's camp, silently complaining to himself.

This is clearly a trip to catch someone cheating... oh no, it's a trip to deliver vinegar.