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

Practice according to the book?

Was that really a "military treatise"?

Before she could figure it out, Ye Wuhen's hand had already touched her waist.

The fingertips were calloused, rough and hot.

He is extremely patient.

Proceed step by step.

First the earlobes, then the sides of the neck, then the collarbone...

Jiang Yining felt like a fish that had been thrown ashore, suffocating from lack of oxygen.

"...Do you like it?"

Ye Wuhen observed her reaction with a focused gaze, as if he were studying some rare treasure.

Jiang Yining bit her lip and refused to make a sound, her face flushed red.

"Not going to say anything?"

Ye Wuhen raised an eyebrow and applied a little pressure with his fingers.

"ah--"

Jiang Yining let out a short gasp and her body arched abruptly.

"It seems she likes it."

Ye Wuhen smiled with satisfaction, looking like a fox who had just stolen some fish.

He found this feeling much more interesting than killing.

He controlled her senses; those eyes could only see him.

This possessiveness was greatly satisfied.

"Night Without Trace...you bastard..."

Jiang Yining scolded him with a sob in her voice, but her voice was incredibly soft.

Go ahead and curse.

Ye Wuhen kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Anyway, you are my empress, and you can only be scolded by me for the rest of your life."

He suddenly straightened up and scooped Jiang Yining up.

Jiang Yining was extremely shy.

She had to hold onto his neck with both hands to prevent herself from falling.

The man was too arrogant and ruthless.

"Look at me."

Ye Wuhen cupped her face, forcing her to look him in the eye.

Those eyes, which were always filled with murderous intent and madness, were now filled with undisguised desire.

"Remember this face."

"Forget all those messy people in your head."

"Only I can treat you like this."

Jiang Yining was frightened by the obsession in his eyes and instinctively wanted to hide.

Ye Wuhen, however, gave her no chance to escape.

He pressed one hand against the back of her head and the other hand around her waist.

"Hmm!"

All the sounds were swallowed back into his throat.

At this moment, all reason and shame vanished.

Only the senses are magnified infinitely.

The feeling of being plundered left Jiang Yining's mind blank.

Ye Wuhen's movements were clumsy yet domineering.

He was tireless, as if he wanted to leave his own mark on her through this method.

"Ningning..."

In the heat of the moment, he suddenly called out that name.

It is neither the cold and aloof "Empress" nor the lofty and unapproachable "I, the Emperor".

It was just a man calling out to the woman he loved.

Jiang Yining opened her eyes in a daze and saw a hint of red in the corner of his eyes.

As if possessed, she leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye.

This kiss completely shattered Ye Wuhen's last shred of reason.

……

It is unknown how much time passed before the commotion inside the hall gradually subsided.

Jiang Yining was so tired that she didn't want to move a single finger. She collapsed into the brocade quilt, finding even breathing difficult.

Ye Wuhen, on the other hand, felt refreshed and invigorated.

He was wearing an outer robe, leaning against the headboard, and picked up the "military treatise" again.

This time, however, his expression held a hint of smugness and satisfaction.

"Not everything in this book is correct."

As he watched, he would also offer a few comments.

"Some moves are too flashy and impractical."

Jiang Yining had her back to him, wanting only to play dead.

How can this person be so shameless?

A hand reached under the covers, precisely grasped her ankle, and gently caressed it.

"My wife, does it still hurt?"

Ye Wuhen put down his book and came over to hug her from behind.

Jiang Yining didn't have the strength to kick him, so she could only groan.

"roll."

"Still have the energy to curse? It seems I didn't try hard enough just now."

Ye Wuhen bit her on the back of the neck, leaving a clear tooth mark.

Jiang Yining stiffened, fearing he would go crazy again.

Fortunately, Ye Wuhen simply held her tighter and did not make any further moves.

"Go to sleep."

He whispered in her ear, his voice filled with an unprecedented satisfaction.

"I'll stay with you."

Jiang Yining was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep not long afterward.

Hearing her even breathing, Ye Wuhen's smile gradually faded.

He looked at the person in his arms, his eyes becoming deep and dark.

As long as she remains trapped in this illusion, she will always be his queen.

Without Ji Lingxiao, there would be no blind man from the Chu family.

There were only the two of them.

"You belong to me."

Ye Wuhen lowered his head and kissed the tooth mark again.

That's his trademark.

The following afternoon.

The morning light shone through the stained glass windows of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, casting its glow on the edge of the bright yellow dragon bed.

Jiang Yining felt a slight soreness in her back; the tightness from being surrounded by the man's iron arms hadn't dissipated by now.

She moved slightly, and the large, burning hand around her waist immediately tightened, pressing her back against his chest.

"Don't go."

Ye Wuhen's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and his fluffy head rubbed against her neck.

Jiang Yining was having a bit of a headache. This so-called husband was ruthless and eccentric when he was awake, but incredibly clingy when he was sleeping.

"My head hurts, Ningning, give me a hug."

Ye Wuhen closed his eyes and acted spoiled, pressing her knees down firmly with his legs.

Jiang Yining turned around helplessly and met that strangely handsome face.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful, possessing a dazzling beauty that was about to decay, which was very alluring.

"You're the emperor, yet you spend all your time holed up in the harem. What will people outside say about me?"

She reached out and pressed her hand against his temple, her fingertips gently circling.

Ye Wuhen squinted comfortably, then grabbed her other hand and nibbled on it.

"Anyone who dares to speak ill of you, I will cut out their tongue."

His tone was matter-of-fact, but a glint of savagery flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Yining frowned and withdrew her hand somewhat displeased.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm doing this so you can become a wise ruler, not so you can commit murder."

Ye Wuhen froze, staring at her earnest little face, and the irritation in his heart miraculously subsided.

He became increasingly entangled in this meticulous care.

From childhood to adulthood, he was surrounded by scheming, poisoning, and curses.

I've never seen anyone stay up all night to massage a headache for him.

I've never seen anyone patiently blow on it for half a day just to get him to swallow that bitter medicine.

"Alright, I will listen to the Empress. Today, instead of cutting out the tongue, I will give the child a beating."

Ye Wuhen chuckled, then suddenly rolled over and pulled her into his arms.

Before Jiang Yining could react, he sealed her breath.

This is a highly predatory exchange.

He relentlessly demanded more, as if trying to confirm that this woman truly belonged to him.

Jiang Yining felt that her brain was somewhat oxygen-deprived.

Because she had lost her memory, she always felt somewhat unfamiliar with this kind of thing, but her body was surprisingly compatible.

At times, she even felt as if she had experienced this interaction hundreds or thousands of times.

"...My husband."

She finally gave in to his wishes and called out softly.

Ye Wuhen's eyes instantly turned red, and his movements became even more frantic.

"Say it again, who am I?"

"You are... His Majesty."

Jiang Yining couldn't withstand his brute force, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"No, I am your only man."

Ye Wuhen's voice became sticky.

He frantically left marks on her collarbone.

As long as we keep her confined in the palace and keep her suffering from amnesia, those annoying flies will never be found again.

After the two finished their ordeal, the young eunuch brought over the medicine.

Ye Wuhen was too excited last night and caught a chill, his tears and snot running down his face, ruining the scenery.

He reluctantly stopped, not wanting to take the medicine.

But then he thought that he was a married man, and it wouldn't be good to infect the Empress.

With the Empress's constant coaxing and cajoling, the imperial physician was summoned that very night.

Jiang Yining donned a bright red phoenix robe, her long hair loosely tied back, giving her a touch of languid beauty.

She personally carried the medicine bowl and sat by the bedside.

"Drink your medicine, be good."

Ye Wuhen raised an eyebrow and pointed to his thin lips.

"It's bitter, the Empress must feed me."

Jiang Yining took a sip with a disgruntled expression, then bent down.

The slightly bitter medicine was passed between the two.

Ye Wuhen seized the opportunity to hold the back of her head and refused to let go.

He can play all day long with this method of feeding him medicine.

By this time, the capital city had been turned upside down.

Inside the Grand Secretary's residence, shards of broken porcelain littered the floor.

Ji Lingxiao's once neat hair ornament was now slightly crooked, and her usually aloof phoenix eyes were bloodshot.

He hasn't slept for three days.

"Did you find it?"