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This day was destined to be special.
Lou Yu had accumulated emotions over more than twenty years, which surged forth, leaving various marks on Ming Xiting. Each mark told a tale of his ruthless cruelty.
From night to dawn, then into the day, Ming Xiting lost track of time. Eventually, he was so exhausted that he couldn't even move a finger before drifting into a hazy sleep.
When he awoke again, his body felt as if it had been crushed, every part of him radiating a dull ache. Particularly in one area beneath him, a burning sensation silently reminded him of the experiences he had endured before waking.
Ming Xiting stared blankly for a long moment before slowly blinking and gradually regaining his senses. Just as he was about to ask the person sitting by the bed a question, a pleasant scent of the forest filled his nostrils, reminiscent of nature as he remembered it. However, this familiarity did not come from the person beside him but from his Heavenly Mandate.
The Heavenly Mandate at the back of his neck felt hot and itchy, and the wound at the corner of his mouth throbbed painfully, especially as he realized that his lower body seemed paralyzed and devoid of sensation. As Ming Xiting became more alert, those discomforts intensified, prompting him to furrow his brow involuntarily.
Lou Yu had been watching his expression with increasing anxiety. He cautiously said, "I'm sorry. It was my carelessness that led to this. I will make it up to you."
Ming Xiting didn't want to respond but found it hard to place all the blame on Lou Yu. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and rough like a rusty bell: "Why not find someone else? Why me?"
Lou Yu hesitated to meet Ming Xiting's gaze, gently taking his right hand in both of his. With guilt in his tone, he replied slowly, "I was negligent. That Exotic Kunze has already been imprisoned. If you want to kill her, I can give the order right now."
Ming Xiting's eyelids twitched slightly. "Was it her doing?"
The image of the beautiful dancer from yesterday flashed through his mind—someone whose captivating performance had even stirred jealousy within him for Lou Yu's good fortune.
Ming Xiting raised a hand to his forehead and after some time struggled to sit up, but his lower body remained unresponsive as if it belonged to someone else. He silently wondered if Lou Yu had taken some potent drug; of course, he wouldn't dare voice such thoughts or ask about them.
Lou Yu noticed his slow movements, which seemed quite difficult for him. He quickly stepped forward, carefully helping him up and placing a soft pillow behind him to make him more comfortable.
Ming Xiting watched Lou Yu's actions and instinctively touched his wrist, still warm from the remnants of the Heavenly Mandate bestowed by Xin Xiang. At that moment, Lou Yu lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look at Ming Xiting, the "parent," for even a second.
"Cough, cough." The sleeve that slipped down inadvertently revealed Ming Xiting's wrist, covered in bruises. The pale, delicate skin made the bruises stand out starkly, resembling marks of violence that were both reckless and devoid of any pity, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Had Lou Yu really gone that wild last night?
The Rain Dew Period triggered by Tian Qian rarely allowed Kun Ze to maintain their rationality. Consequently, many Kun Ze were maliciously marked by Tian Qian each year and ultimately submitted to others. Most Kun Ze would try to avoid close contact with Tian Qian, as no one knew whether the Tian Qian they encountered was a madman.
But Ming Xiting was different; he regarded Tian Qian merely as a stronger man who ate more than he did. He lacked the fear and wariness typical Kun Ze felt towards Tian Qian, which was why he could get close to Lou Yu. This was also one of the reasons Lou Yu chose to act alongside him.
However, now…
Ming Xiting wanted to get up but found himself utterly powerless. Recalling the madness of last night, the indescribable images flashed through his mind rapidly. He bit his red lip and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can the mark be washed away?"
Lou Yu was taken aback by his words and replied, "It can be removed, but since you and I have made a permanent mark, washing it away will be very painful. Additionally, you might… need to take abortion pills, which will cause some damage to your body. Even if you want to marry someone else in the future, the Heavenly Mandate within you will react against other Tian Qian and could harm you again."
"What should I do then? I can't really have a child. Let's just consider last night as… that thing. Our transaction should still count, Your Majesty."
Ming Xiting glanced at Lou Yu, trying to keep his tone neutral as he continued, "Besides, didn't we agree that you'd let me out of the palace? My father and friends are waiting for me in Jiangnan. It wouldn't be good to return with a big belly. Even if it harms my body, that's not a big deal; I can accept it. Your Majesty shouldn't hesitate anymore; just let the imperial physician remove the mark for me so that our… umm, we can restore our pure transactional relationship." The last part of his sentence came out weakly; even he felt he lacked conviction.
After hearing his words, Lou Yu coldly uttered two words: "Granted."
Before Ming Xiting could fully gauge Lou Yu's expression, Lou Yu abruptly flicked his sleeves and turned away, striding off.
Ming Xiting stared at his retreating figure, feeling dazed. Wait a minute, I’m the one who was scolded; why is he giving me the cold shoulder? But then he reminded himself that after all, he was the Emperor, someone he couldn't afford to offend. He could only console himself, thinking: it's just like being bitten by a pig; no big deal.
As he continued to reassure himself, Lou Yu did not visit him at the Warm Fragrance Pavilion for several days. It wasn't until a Dark Guard, who had previously taken Lou Yu's pulse, walked into his room during the day, dressed entirely in black.
Ming Xiting's heart raced at the sight of the Dark Guard's attire. Seriously? Is it appropriate to dress like that in broad daylight?
However, the Dark Guard, loyal to Lou Yu, paid no mind to Ming Xiting's change in expression. After finishing the pulse check, the Dark Guard respectfully lowered his head and said, "Ming Consort, your constitution is cold and yin. If you choose not to keep this child, it may be difficult for you to conceive in the future. Are you truly certain you want to reject this child?"
Did it even require much thought? That big man would never want to bear a child.
"No!" Ming Xiting replied without hesitation, his voice firm and resolute.
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