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

The third day after returning to the palace.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the floor heating system was scorching hot, and even the air felt dry and hot.

But Ye Wuhen still felt cold.

He curled up on the huge dragon bed, covered with three layers of thick brocade quilts, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The moment I close my eyes, the warmth of the cave that night kicks in like an addiction, nagging and agonizing me.

"Damn it!"

Ye Wuhen suddenly threw off the covers and jumped out of bed barefoot.

He paced anxiously inside the hall, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Only that woman...

"Jiang Yining".

Ye Wuhen stopped at the window, looking at the pitch-black night outside, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

If you can't forget it, then take it.

Anyway, he's the emperor, so everything in this world belongs to him.

So what if she's someone else's wife?

"Someone come here."

The bodyguards appeared silently.

"Go, bring Lady Chu to the palace for me."

"Remember, you must be alive. If even a single hair is harmed, I will skin you alive."

"in addition……"

Ye Wuhen took out a black jade box from his sleeve. Inside lay a blood-red Gu worm, which was slowly wriggling.

"Send this to the Imperial Advisor."

"Have him prepare the 'Forget-Dust Soup'."

"I want her to forget that blind man, forget Ji Lingxiao, forget all the irrelevant people in this world."

"From this day forward, she can only have me in her eyes and heart."

……

Jiang Yining was awakened by a strange fragrance.

My head was throbbing, as if I had been hit hard with a blunt object.

She groggily opened her eyes and saw a bright yellow curtain with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it, glaring at her menacingly.

Where is this? Who is she?

"woke up?"

A deep, pleasant voice came from above.

Jiang Yining was startled and tried to sit up, but found herself powerless, as if all her strength had been drained away.

A warm, large hand reached out and gently tidied the stray hairs on her forehead.

Ye Wuhen, dressed in a bright yellow nightgown, lay on his side next to her, propping his head up with one hand, gazing intently at her.

That gaze, so gentle it could melt hearts, sent a chill down Jiang Yining's spine.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Yining opened her mouth and found that her voice was terribly hoarse.

and……

My mind went completely blank.

She remembered that she was Jiang Yining.

But the others...

Everything became blurry, like a dream shrouded in mist.

Whenever I try to think hard, my head hurts so much it feels like it's going to split open.

"What's wrong? Your head hurts again?"

Seeing her frown, Ye Wuhen immediately leaned over anxiously and reached out to massage her temples.

"I told you long ago that that vase wasn't sturdy and not to reach for it, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what happened, you bumped your head!"

His tone was both indulgent and helpless, as if they were a loving couple who had been married for many years.

"I……?"

Jiang Yining keenly grasped this word.

"Are you the emperor?"

"fool."

Ye Wuhen chuckled softly and flicked the tip of her nose.

"I am your husband, and also the emperor of this world."

"And you..."

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"You are my only empress."

Empress?

Jiang Yining stared wide-eyed, looking completely bewildered.

"I am...the Empress?"

But why doesn't she have any recollection of it?

And what's with that instinctive feeling of rejection in my heart?

"The imperial physician said you hit your head and may suffer temporary amnesia."

Ye Wuhen seemed to have anticipated her reaction and calmly fabricated a lie.

"It's okay, you can forget about it."

"Just remember that I love you, that's enough."

He held Jiang Yining tightly, greedily absorbing the warmth emanating from her.

The emptiness in my heart for twenty years was finally filled at this moment.

Late at night.

Jiang Yining took the medicine and fell asleep again.

Ye Wuhen was full of energy.

He slipped out of his bedchamber and ran all the way to the Imperial Study.

"Leonardo DiCaprio!!"

The old eunuch was dozing against the door when he was startled by the shout and almost lost his mind.

"Oh dear, Your Majesty, what's wrong? In the middle of the night..."

"Where...is the book?"

Ye Wuhen rubbed his hands together, looking guilty.

"W-what book?" Eunuch Li was completely bewildered.

"That's the one..."

Ye Wuhen blushed and gestured a couple of times.

"That book about two little people fighting!"

"Tomorrow I will be with the Empress..."

"I was afraid of hurting her, so I thought I'd come... cough cough, to learn a thing or two."

Eunuch Li: "..."

He looked at his ruthless and decisive tyrant, who was now blushing like a young boy over something like this.

Is it going to rain blood today?

"Your Majesty, you have never bothered with such things, and you have no concubines in the palace. As for those kinds of books... this old servant will have to go to the storeroom to look for them."

Ye Wuhen said impatiently, "It's the same if you just tell me verbally."

"Your Majesty, you...you're asking this servant?"

Eunuch Li pointed to his own nose, on the verge of tears.

"This servant's lower body... is long gone!"

"You're asking this of your servant? Isn't that like asking a blind man for directions?"

Ye Wuhen was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and kicked Eunuch Li in the butt.

"roll!"

"Useless thing!"

He turned around angrily, rummaged through the bookshelf, and finally found a dusty book called "Secret Erotic Pictures" on the bottom shelf.

By candlelight, the dignified monarch of a nation began to study this "peerless martial arts manual" with great relish.

"So that's how it is..."

"Tsk, not bad, that's the waist of a deposed empress."

"Huh? We can use props?"

Ye Wuhen blushed as he watched, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, casting dappled patterns on the dragon bed.

Jiang Yining felt as if her body had been ground by a stone mill, both sore and heavy.

She moved her arm and her fingertips touched something warm and hard.

That was a man's chest.

Jiang Yining suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a magnified handsome face.

Ye Wuhen was not asleep. He propped his head up with one hand and held a yellowed book in the other, reading it with great interest.

His long, flowing black hair was casually scattered on the bright yellow pillow, and his clothes were wide open, revealing a large expanse of his strong, pale chest muscles.

"woke up?"

Ye Wuhen noticed her movement, casually closed the book, and very naturally stuffed it under his pillow.

The movements were fluid and fast, leaving only afterimages.

But the strange blush on his face hadn't faded, and there was even a hint of eager anticipation flickering in his eyes.

What were you looking at just now?

Jiang Yining stared at his pillow suspiciously.

That book looks quite old.

"The Book of Military Strategy"

Ye Wuhen remained expressionless, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

He leaned in and pecked her cheek, which still bore the marks of sleep.

"Let's study how to deploy troops and how to conquer cities and territories."

Jiang Yining frowned.

Does conquering cities and seizing territory require such a blush?

"fraud."

She muttered something under her breath and tried to get out of bed.

Before his feet even touched the ground, an iron arm grabbed him back around the waist.

In a dizzying moment, she fell back into the ambergris-scented embrace.

"Where are we going this time?"

Ye Wuhen rolled over and pinned her down, his long legs pressing against her thighs.

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat, and she placed her hands on his burning chest.

"I...I'm thirsty, I want to drink water."

Ye Wuhen chuckled softly, his chest vibrating so loudly that Jiang Yining's palms went numb.

"Why should the Empress bother with something as trivial as drinking water?"

He reached for the teacup on the bedside table, tilted his head back, and took a sip.

Then he lowered his head, grabbed Jiang Yining's chin, and pressed it against her without giving her a chance to speak.

Warm tea was poured over him, mixed with the refreshing breath from his mouth.

Jiang Yining was forced to tilt her head back, unable to swallow properly. A few drops of water slid down the corner of her mouth, flowed over her chin, and dripped onto her snow-white nightgown.

Ye Wuhen did not let go of her; his tongue deftly traced the drop of water.

Wherever it passed, it was as if a fire had been lit.

"His Majesty……"

Jiang Yining trembled, her voice shaking.

She tried to push away the head that was rubbing against her, but her fingers instead weakly dug into his hair.

My body's reaction was so strange.

Even though there was no memory in my mind, my body seemed to understand something.

"Call me husband."

Ye Wuhen mumbled indistinctly, "teeth."

He read it in the book.

This tactic is called "testing the waters," and it's specifically designed to deal with a woman's stubbornness.

Jiang Yining shrank her neck in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Husband... my lord..."

That weak plea for mercy was like adding fuel to the fire.

Ye Wuhen suddenly raised his head, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with turbulent darkness.

He stared at the person beneath him.

Her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, her eyes were filled with spring water, and she bit her lower lip tightly out of shame.

This appearance is a thousand times more alluring than those depicted in books.

"It seems my study of military strategy was not in vain."

Ye Wuhen's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was unusually hoarse.

He grabbed Jiang Yining's fidgeting wrist with one hand and pressed it down on the pillow.

The bright yellow nightgown slipped down, revealing a lean and strong waist.

Jiang Yining stared wide-eyed in horror: "In broad daylight, don't you have to attend court?"

What emperor spends all his time holed up in the harem?

This is a tyrannical ruler!

"I have decreed that today is a day of rest."

Ye Wuhen leaned down, his nose brushing against hers, his tone carrying a roguish air.

"Moreover, procreation is also a major event for the royal family to continue its lineage."

"This is also my official business."

He spoke with conviction, but his hand gestures were anything but hesitant.

"Don't……"

"Shhh."

Ye Wuhen stretched out his finger and pressed it against her lips.

"Be good."

"This is my first time practicing from the book, so I'm still a novice. If you move around and hurt yourself, don't blame me."

Jiang Yining: "???"