CHAPTER 549: CHAPTER 548: UNLESS YOU CAN’T, YOU WILL GET PREGNANT

Chu Kingdom’s Imperial Palace, within the secret chamber.

Chu Qi’s complexion wasn’t very good as he pointed at the transparent ice coffin, "Is this what you told me was foolproof?"

Inside the coffin lay a set of bright red bridal clothes, clearly the phoenix robe of Yan Wanqing from three years ago.

At this moment, the pallid and bloodless Yan Wanqing was lying on the soft couch next to the ice coffin, appearing utterly lifeless from afar.

Song Huaxu, calm and composed, said, "This time, Yan Wanqing is still here, and the eldest son of the Yan Family is severely injured. What more do you desire, Your Majesty?"

"Is this what I wanted?" Chu Qi’s voice was full of rage as he pointed at Yan Wanqing on the soft couch, "I wanted her to stay healthy by my side, not like this, becoming something neither dead nor alive. Song Huaxu, what exactly did you do to this wedding dress, and why has she turned into this?"

God knows, when subordinates brought the unconscious Yan Wanqing back, and the Imperial Physician said she had already lost her breath, Chu Qi’s heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

Fortunately, Song Huaxu had returned.

"Your Majesty, do not be anxious, it’s just a seal placed on her. She will recover soon and become the Su Bai both you and I know well." Song Huaxu paused, "I know, Your Majesty is still waiting for her to lead the troops in a battle to the death with Dawei."

"What does seal mean?" Chu Qi frowned.

This was not a term he was familiar with.

Song Huaxu, however, was not prepared to answer his question, "When she awakens tomorrow, everything will be back on track." He had already sent out the message he wanted to convey.

Having said that, he took out a medicinal pill from his bosom.

"Remember to have her take this when she wakes up."

Chu Qi, clutching the medicinal pill, watched as Song Huaxu left the secret chamber without turning his head.

In his emerald-green eyes, murderous intent surged tremendously.

After this incident, Song Huaxu had changed; Chu Qi could feel that this man no longer respected him.

And his mention of the seal felt very dangerous to Chu Qi.

Years ago, not long after he had secretly brought Yan Wanqing back, Song Huaxu had initiated the tragic annihilation of the Su Family to make Yan Wanqing fully believe she was Su Bai.

With such a complicated arrangement, how could it be easily dispelled?

Thinking of reports from subordinates seeing Yan Wanqing with only the whites of her eyes showing, where she would kill gods and buddhas on sight, Chu Qi clenched his fists tightly.

Song Huaxu, what kind of game are you playing exactly?

...

Within the dimly lit sleeping chamber.

Indulging day and night.

The Consort Mei, like a never-satiated python, wrapped herself around the robust man; she urgently needed a child.

A child to secure her wealth and life.

"Concubine Chen Jieyu has not yet spoken to Your Majesty, it must be that the severed finger worked." She lowered her head, resting her chin on the man’s shoulder as she gasped for air, her eyes obscured by a light veil revealing only her glistening red lips.

Thirteen pressed down on her lips with his rough fingertips, kneading them repeatedly, his eyes full of mischief.

"What else do you need me to do for you, today of all days you’re trying so hard."

Consort Mei hugged his neck tighter, pressing forward to align their bodies more closely.

"Help me kill someone; as long as this person is dead, I will have no rivals in the palace."

"Who?" Thirteen exerted more force.

Consort Mei cried out softly.

"Is it Concubine Chen Jieyu?"

"No, not her." Amidst their tumultuous coupling, Consort Mei maintained her rationale, not allowing herself to be battered into disarray by his movements as she bit her lip and reminded herself to stay alert, "It’s Su Bai."

If Su Bai didn’t die, she would never rest easy.

Hearing that it was Su Bai who needed to be killed,

Thirteen didn’t even have to think about it to refuse directly, "Too difficult, I won’t accept."

"Why?" Consort Mei, pushed off him, appeared dissatisfied, and she reached forward to grab the man’s arm, "Reason."

"Can’t beat her." Thirteen wouldn’t engage in trade he wasn’t sure of.

He might be lecherous, but he wouldn’t let lust cloud his judgment.

These days, he had dealt with many people, big and small, for Consort Mei.

Although this woman was very good-looking and diligent, having too much delicacy was still cloying.

Moreover, now Thirteen felt that he was the one being slept with.

His psychology was becoming unbalanced.

"You can’t even beat Su Bai?" Consort Mei hadn’t anticipated being rejected like this.

Thirteen snorted coldly, he lifted his hand and fiercely grabbed Consort Mei’s chin, pulling her close to him, "Long hair but short of experience, do you think someone who is called the ’Slaughter God’ in the military camp is a kind person? I certainly don’t want to deliver my head to someone."

Su Bai was gentle and tender in the Imperial Palace, but that was because the Emperor resided there.

If Consort Mei, this wretched woman, had ever seen her kill, she would definitely have been scared to the point of wetting herself.

Consort Mei, listening, didn’t take it seriously, she raised her hand to push him away: "Then don’t go, coward."

"You’re cursing me?!" Thirteen lost his temper.

Consort Mei lifted her red lips contemptuously: "A woman, you can’t even kill her, if not a coward then what are you?"

"Woman?!" Thirteen sneered, he lifted his hand and directly grabbed Consort Mei’s neck, his tone menacing: "Then you just watch whether or not I dare to kill."

"You..." Consort Mei’s face turned red from the choking, and she tried to grab Thirteen’s arms, but it was to no avail.

She had become overconfident.

Thinking that the recent continuous intimacy had made her forget that he was an assassin who killed without batting an eye, without a trace of humanity, and that their fleeting attachment was also a release.

The darkness before her eyes was getting closer, Consort Mei was choked painfully, her limbs flailed, her desire to survive made her struggle frantically.

"Wait... wait, the child, the child!" she managed to squeeze out the words.

"Child?" Thirteen indeed reacted.

He let go: "Wretched woman, what do you mean, what child?"

Consort Mei covered her neck, coughing violently, the moment air rushed into her nostrils, she felt the preciousness of life.

"Make yourself clear, otherwise I will kill you." Thirteen approached again, he had lost his patience.

Consort Mei instinctively backed away, covering her neck bruised and purple: "You can’t kill me, I might already be carrying your child in my belly!"

"You haven’t—" Thirteen opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Right, I didn’t drink Contraceptive Soup," Consort Mei admitted outright: "Why would I take Contraceptive Soup?"

"Crazy woman!" Thirteen couldn’t help but curse.

Consort Mei sneered: "What, are you scared now?"

"Why would I be scared."

"I’m not even afraid of carrying your offspring, what are you scared of?" Consort Mei’s red lips moved up and down: "You slept with the Emperor’s woman, your child might even become an emperor in the future, then you’d be the father of an emperor, for an assassin like you, this would be fortune granted from your past life."

Child... Emperor... Father...

Thirteen felt these words were the happiest he’d heard in his life.

Just as Consort Mei said.

He was parentless, since gaining awareness he had learned to kill, and later he was risking his life every day not knowing which day he would be sent to hell.

But now, Consort Mei actually said she might be carrying his child.

If he could leave behind descendants.

That’s what Thirteen was thinking...

Complex emotions surfaced in his eyes.

"Why?" he questioned.

Nothing in this world comes without a reason.

Consort Mei definitely had a purpose.

"This has nothing to do with you," Consort Mei pulled up the quilt to cover her body, "You wanted to leave, right? Go now, the farther the better, get out of my sight, from now on our lives or death have nothing to do with you."

Thirteen’s fists loosened and tightened, then tightened and loosened again.

"All you said is just talk, how do I know if you’re really pregnant?"

"Anyway, I took no measures to prevent it, it’s been so many times already, unless you’re impotent, otherwise how could I possibly not be pregnant?" Consort Mei directly mocked.

"How could I possibly be impotent!" Thirteen grew agitated, he without another word pinned her down: "Whether I’m capable or not, you as a woman should know very well!"