Chapter 7
Sheng Yanhuan smiled sweetly, with no hint of panic on her face.
“Your Highness, there are so many hidden guards here. Are you sure you want to say that?”
Qi Mohan pressed his lips together and strode over, stopping in front of her.
“Speak.”
He wore black robes embroidered with gold. His features were handsome and aloof, and his presence imposing. Standing so close, he nearly made Sheng Yanhuan feel suffocated.
“How am I supposed to speak when you’re standing so far away?”
Qi Mohan frowned impatiently and took another step forward.
They were only three or four fists apart. If Sheng Yanhuan lifted her head, she would bump into his chin.
“My child...” Her voice was so soft that Qi Mohan could barely hear her even from this close.
He lowered his head and leaned in slightly, trying to hear what she was saying.
Suddenly, warmth brushed his neck, along with the faintest sting...
And a desire that flared up in an instant.
Qi Mohan’s pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of astonishment crossing his flawless, handsome face.
Then came irritation.
He didn’t know whether it was embarrassment or genuine anger.
“Sheng Yanhuan!”
[Intimacy +5]
Seeing his neck and ears turn completely red, Sheng Yanhuan couldn’t help finding it funny.
“Laughing? I think you have a death wish!”
His deep eyes were black as an abyss, roiling with dark flames, as if he might reach out and strangle her the next second.
Sheng Yanhuan was getting addicted to teasing him.
She raised an eyebrow, not afraid in the least.
“Come closer. This time, I really will tell you.”
“Hmph.”
Qi Mohan took a step back and stared at her coldly.
“Do you think I’ll believe you again?”
Sheng Yanhuan tilted her head. “Mm, if you don’t believe me, then forget it. An Yi, come help me release my pressure points.”
In that instant, a black figure appeared out of nowhere behind Sheng Yanhuan.
“I’d like to see who dares.” Qi Mohan lifted his eyes.
His gaze was as cold as ice, making one shiver with fear.
The black figure froze, then vanished with a flicker.
Sheng Yanhuan’s round eyes widened. The dog Emperor’s hidden guard actually obeyed Qi Mohan?
“No one can save you. Are you going to talk or not?”
Sheng Yanhuan’s eyes darted around, then she suddenly shut them.
Her limbs drooped, and her head lolled to one side, as if she had really fainted.
“Don’t pretend to be dead. I have plenty of ways to wake you up.” Qi Mohan’s expression was cold and gloomy. This woman had plenty of little tricks, but she was just too stupid.
“Sheng Yanhuan!”
The woman remained motionless.
Qi Mohan suddenly laughed, but the sound sent a chill through anyone who heard it.
He stepped forward and gripped her wrist, his voice icy.
“Keep pretending, and I’ll kill you.”
The woman still showed no reaction.
Qi Mohan furrowed his brows slightly and pressed his fingers to her pulse again, beginning to take it.
He had spent many years fighting the Xiongnu at Yanmen Pass, where injuries were commonplace. He knew a little about medicine and could treat minor wounds himself.
Her pulse was weak and floating, with signs of obstruction.
She had actually... really fainted.
Qi Mohan quickly pressed one of her acupoints.
Sheng Yanhuan’s body went limp and she fell right into his arms.
[Intimacy +3]
[Congratulations, Host, your intimacy has reached 10.]
A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into his nose and filled his chest and lungs, sweet and mellow.
Qi Mohan held Sheng Yanhuan in his arms, his limbs stiff.
“An Yi.”
A shadow descended from above.
“Take her back to Fengning Palace.”
“Your Highness, this subordinate wouldn’t dare.” An Yi was wrapped head to toe in black cloth, exuding a cold, austere aura.
At that moment, he had his head lowered and stood utterly still.
That was the Empress!
Your Highness, you dare touch her, but I wouldn’t dare.
Qi Mohan pressed his lips together, feeling as if he were holding a hot potato—he wanted to put her down, but couldn’t.
“Call An Shi over.”
“...Yes.”
Sheng Yanhuan woke up at noon.
She slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard, still groggy from sleep.
In her dream, she had desperately called for her parents, Big Brother, Big Sister, as well as her younger sister and younger brother...
No matter how much she called, none of them turned around.
Sheng Yanhuan pressed her temples. She had been in the palace for a year and had not seen her family in a long time...
Fourth Sister should have married and gone to Yanmen Pass by now.
“Your Highness, you’re finally awake! Lunch is ready. You can eat after washing up!”
“Mm.”
Chunwan didn’t care whether she was fully awake. She hurried over to wash her face and comb her hair, then carefully helped her sit at the table.
“Your Highness, these are all your favorite dishes.”
Chunwan began serving the dishes, chattering nonstop. “Your Highness, don’t worry. The imperial physicians have already tested every dish for poison, and this servant personally tasted them too. Nothing will happen.”
[Host, the food is poisoned.]
Sheng Yanhuan opened her eyes, her gaze as cold as snow.
[Who is it?]
[The system has identified... it’s one of the Emperor’s women.]