The bright moon hangs high, beckoning him down from his pedestal.

The next day, the sun was almost at its zenith, and its bright light shone into the inner chamber of the Taiji Hall.

On the dragon bed, Shen Qingruo slowly woke up.

She moved slightly, placing her little hand on her lower abdomen.

The area ached terribly, a reminder of the absurdity of the previous night and the man's unrestrained force.

"Your Highness, you're awake?" Granny Yan, who had been by the bedside, rushed forward upon seeing this and carefully helped her sit up, placing her against the pillow behind her.

Looking at the fragility on her mistress's fair face, Granny Yan sighed with heartache.

Last night, the Empress made such a scene in the Jiaofang Palace. On the surface, His Majesty showed favoritism by bringing her back, but she could clearly hear the punishment being carried out behind the scenes.

The Empress cried and begged, her voice hoarse, but His Majesty did not comfort her gently as usual. Instead, his actions were filled with a venting of his anger, and he tormented the Empress until late into the night before she finally stopped.

At this moment, Shen Qingruo leaned lazily against the pillow, her black hair disheveled, her eyes slightly red, exuding a charmingly languid and powerless allure.

Granny Yan brought over some warm water and carefully fed her a few sips.

After finishing her drink, Shen Qingruo felt a bit more energetic and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon, Your Highness," Granny Yan replied, then brought a warm cloth to wipe her down.

Shen Qingruo let her serve her, feeling weak and powerless.

She could sense that Shen Wangxi had deliberately tried to teach her a lesson last night, and had been ruthless both inside and out, making her feel extremely weak and sore all over if she moved even slightly.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside the palace gate, and Shen Wangxi's tall figure walked in.

He was already dressed neatly in a black casual suit, which made him look even more upright and handsome, showing no signs of fatigue.

Shen Wangxi walked to the bedside, looked at Shen Qingruo's delicate face, and her eyes flickered slightly.

Granny Yan quickly bowed and tactfully withdrew.

Shen Wangxi sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her forehead. It was cool to the touch and she did not have a fever.

His fingertips slid down to her lips and gently caressed them.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

Shen Qingruo raised her watery eyes and glared at him, her voice hoarse with grievance:

"My whole body aches, my throat hurts, my stomach hurts..."

As she spoke, she subconsciously stroked her flat stomach.

Shen Wangxi watched her little gesture and thought of the outrageous things she had said last night. A surge of anger rose in her heart, but she was more moved than angry.

After all, even Wulan Yun probably never had the intention of dying for him.

He placed his large hand on her lower abdomen, his fingertips pressing against her soft belly, trying to make her feel better.

"You asked for it." His tone remained indifferent, but his movements became even gentler. "Who told you to be so lawless?"

Shen Qingruo snorted and tried to turn around, but he held her down.

"Your Majesty only knows how to bully Aruo." Her voice was still hoarse and nasal, making her sound extremely pitiful.

Looking at her delicate and boneless appearance, Shen Wangxi was overwhelmed by the uncontrollable flood of those enchanting and crazy scenes from last night, causing his Adam's apple to bob.

He leaned closer to her, his voice lowering slightly: "If I truly intended to mistreat you, would you still be able to get out of bed today?"

Shen Qingruo's cheeks flushed slightly. Recalling how she had almost fainted at the end of last night, she dared not complain anymore. She simply leaned softly into his arms and muttered softly, "Your Majesty shouldn't have played with me like that..."

Shen Wangxi embraced her slender shoulders and back, feeling the soft warmth of her body in his arms, his possessiveness growing even stronger.

"Didn't you want to have a little prince soon? Then drink the tonic and get some rest." He ruffled her hair.

"But if you dare to cause trouble again, I will not let you off easily."

Shen Qingruo snuggled against him, gave a soft hum, and didn't answer.

Shen Wangxi was helpless, only regretting that he was so in love with her that he couldn't do anything about it for the time being.