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

Only a fool would sleep with this tyrant.

Jiang Yining couldn't understand why they had to... take them down like this.

Ye Wuhen was taken aback by her shout.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that before.

He looked at Jiang Yining's hair, which was disheveled by the wind, and the faint scent of peach blossoms lingered around him, mixed with the strong smell of blood.

It gave me a strange sense of security.

Ye Wuhen curled the corners of his lips, withdrew the hand that had been trying to strangle her, and instead hugged her waist tightly.

He even rested his chin on her shoulder and rubbed against her like a rogue.

"Since you are so eager to save me, then I will entrust my life to you."

"If I were to die..."

His voice was low and deep, with a hint of sickly tenderness.

"I will definitely drag you down to hell with me."

Jiang Yining: "..."

Is it too late to throw this tyrant off the throne now?

The horses galloped wildly, but the pursuers behind them were like a persistent thorn in their side, impossible to shake off.

Ahead lay a dense thicket of thorns, making it impossible to pass on horseback.

"dismount!"

Jiang Yining decisively reined in her horse and dismounted.

She stabbed the horse's rump with all her might.

The chestnut horse neighed and galloped off in another direction, kicking up a cloud of dust that drew away most of the pursuers.

"This way!"

Jiang Yining set up Night Without Trace and disappeared into the thicket of thorns.

Ye Wuhen was also injured in the leg and walked unsteadily.

But he remained silent, his jawline taut.

The two trudged through the woods, their steps uneven.

Jiang Yining's skirt was torn by thorns, and her calves were covered in bloodstains, causing her to gasp in pain.

But she dared not stop.

If you stop, you're doomed.

Finally, before it got completely dark, they found a hidden cave.

Jiang Yining dragged Ye Wuhen into the cave, and before she could even catch her breath, she collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.

"Ha ha……"

She was panting heavily, feeling like her lungs were about to explode.

Ye Wuhen leaned against the stone wall, his face as pale as paper.

Outside the cave, the rain was pouring down.

Large raindrops pounded on the leaves, making a pattering sound that masked the two men's heavy breathing.

The cave was cold and damp, and the chill seeped into your bones through the cracks in the ground.

Jiang Yining had barely caught her breath and hadn't even had time to feel relieved to have survived when she heard a dull thud as something heavy fell to the ground beside her.

"Hey! Night Without Trace!"

She was startled and quickly crawled over.

Ye Wuhen was curled up on the ground, his eyes closed, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

Jiang Yining reached out and touched his forehead; it was frighteningly hot.

"Damn it, I have a fever."

It's definitely an infected wound.

Using the dim light from the cave entrance, she tore open the sleeve of Ye Wuhen's arm.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, the flesh was torn and rolled back, and the surrounding area had turned black and festered, clearly indicating that the knife was poisoned.

This is enough to give this pampered emperor a hard time.

"Don't die..."

Jiang Yining hurriedly pulled out the wound medicine she always carried with her from her bosom.

Bai Ze insisted on giving it to her before she left home.

She sprinkled the powder on the wound.

"hiss--"

Ye Wuhen, still unconscious, groaned in pain, his brows furrowed tightly.

"It hurts...it's so cold..."

He mumbled incoherently, his hands flailing wildly in the air, like a drowning person trying to grab onto the last piece of driftwood.

"Mother...don't leave me..."

"Don't lock me in a dark room... I'm scared..."

Jiang Yining paused.

mother?

This ruthless, insane tyrant, who kills without hesitation, can actually call for his mother?

Looking at his vulnerable and helpless appearance at this moment, he was completely devoid of his usual arrogance and domineering manner, and instead resembled an abandoned child.

Jiang Yining sighed, tore off a piece of her skirt, and quickly bandaged her wound.

But Ye Wuhen was still trembling.

His body temperature was rising, but his body was as cold as ice.

"Cold...so cold..."

He curled up in a ball, the sound of his teeth chattering particularly clear in the silent cave.

There's no firewood here, and it's raining heavily outside, so there's no way to start a fire.

Jiang Yining looked at her thin clothes, then at Ye Wuhen who was trembling so badly he looked like he was about to fall apart.

He gritted his teeth.

"Fine, even if you die, I can't escape."

She lay down beside Ye Wuhen, fully clothed, and stiffly pulled him into her arms.

"Don't be afraid, you're not cold anymore."

As soon as it came into contact with the heat source, Ye Wuhen instinctively clung to it like a cat smelling fish.

He snuggled into Jiang Yining's arms, hugging her tightly with both hands and feet, nuzzling his head against her chest, and then stayed still once he found a comfortable position.

Jiang Yining gradually relaxed.

[Mother, quick! Put him to sleep!]

The baby voice called out excitedly again.

Don't be shy, go for it!

Jiang Yining: [He's already like this... do you think he can...]

She quickly shut her mouth; this was probably just a child, how could she say such nonsense?

Ye Wuhen let out a comfortable hum and hugged her even tighter.

"warm……"

He whispered in his dream, his brow gradually relaxing.

That night, the sound of rain outside the cave became the best lullaby.

The two seemed like the most intimate lovers in the world, embracing each other for warmth and resisting the coldness of the world.

The next morning.

After the rain, the first rays of sunlight shone into the cave entrance.

Ye Wuhen slowly opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is a stretch of snow-white skin and a woman's delicate collarbone.

He was stunned for a moment, then felt himself being held tightly in someone's arms.

The familiar scent of peach blossoms lingered around his nose, instantly dispelling his initial irritability upon waking.

He looked up and met Jiang Yining's still-sleeping face.

She was fast asleep, her long eyelashes casting shadows under her eyelids, her red lips slightly parted, completely unguarded.

Ye Wuhen's gaze roamed over her face, finally settling on her bright red lips.

As if possessed, he stretched out his finger and pressed it gently.

Soft and warm.

Is this... what it feels like to be held?

From childhood to adulthood, he only dared to hope for such warmth in his dreams.

Everyone feared him, hated him, and wanted him dead.

Even the woman who gave birth to him, because she disliked him as an "unlucky child," pushed him into an ice hole when he was five years old.

That biting cold accompanied him for twenty years.

But now...

Ye Wuhen withdrew his hand and looked at his palm.

Her body heat seemed to still linger there.

"Jiang Yining".

He murmured the name, feeling as if he had missed out on so much.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps and shouts came from outside the cave.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Ningning!"

Jiang Yining was startled awake and opened her eyes abruptly, only to be met with Ye Wuhen's unfathomable gaze.

"You're awake?"

She instinctively tried to loosen her grip, but Ye Wuhen grabbed her wrist with his own.

"Don't move."

He leaned close to her ear, his voice regaining its usual languidness and wickedness, only lacking some of the murderous intent.

"Since you've embraced me, you must take responsibility for me."

"what?"

Just as Jiang Yining was about to retort, a group of people rushed into the cave entrance.

Ji Lingxiao, Bai Ze, and Chu Sikong, who was being supported by Lao Zhao.

Upon seeing this, the expressions on the three people's faces instantly became quite varied.

The two men, their clothes disheveled, were tightly entangled together, looking exactly like the aftermath of an encounter.

"Ningning!"

Bai Ze's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he almost dropped the large knife in his hand.

Although Chu Sikong couldn't see, he sensed something was wrong from Bai Ze's reaction.

"My wife..."

"Ji Lingxiao".

Ye Wuhen slowly sat up from Jiang Yining's arms, casually straightening his disheveled clothes to reveal the wound that Jiang Yining had bandaged.

He looked at Ji Lingxiao, who was standing at the front with a gloomy expression, and smiled provocatively.

"It seems you have good taste."

"This Lady Chu..."

He licked his lips, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yining's blushing face.

"He is indeed a remarkable person."