Chapter 112

Chapter 112

"What’s going on with him?" Su Yi replied, her expression remained calm.

Qinxin, who had been so excited that she stuttered, felt helpless when Su Yi mimicked her words, "Your Majesty! What time is it, and you're still mimicking me?"

"I’m just mirroring your nervousness. Go on..." Su Yi said, her remaining words cut off when she saw the person entering with a cold face, striding in quickly, "So he’s arrived."

Qinxin was about to say that the Emperor’s condition seemed off.

Because she had seen from a distance that Liang Jiugong was so frantically anxious that he seemed about to burst, deeply concerned about the Emperor's condition. Qinxin, who should have gone to greet him, realizing something was amiss, immediately ran back first. Who knew she hadn't finished speaking when the Emperor had already entered.

The servants, upon seeing Kangxi, hurriedly bowed, but Kangxi ignored them, walking straight toward Su Yi with clear intent.

His actions lacked the usual composure.

Well, he was being unusually intense.

Su Yi was about to say something, rising to give a perfunctory bow, when she felt her body lifted off the ground.

It turned out Kangxi had come over without speaking, directly bending down, reaching out to sweep her up into his arms, and then headed towards the inner chamber.

This series of actions elicited gasps from the servants.

Su Yi was surprised, looking at Kangxi whose expression was off, his gaze at her was intense, as if he wanted to devour her, "Hmm?"

Is he having a fit?

He suddenly became wild.

Qinxin and Yun Hua stood uncertainly behind them, hesitating whether to follow. What was wrong with the Emperor? He didn't seem right.

Would something happen to Her Majesty?

It was Liang Jiugong who caught up, out of breath, saying, "It's nothing, nothing, Her Majesty’s good fortune is yet to come."

Speaking cryptically, without elaboration.

But with the Emperor carrying Consort Rong hurriedly into the inner chamber, it was hard not to think something was about to happen.

Kangxi, carrying Consort Rong, kicked the door open to the inner chamber, moving past the screen and heading straight to the bed.

The door that was kicked open was then gently closed by Liang Jiugong who followed.

Kangxi dropped her onto the bed, and thanks to the thick padding, it didn’t hurt much despite the force.

Before Su Yi could sit up, Kangxi mounted her, directly pressing her down, pinning her firmly beneath him with his arms.

His thin lips covered her warm ones, exploiting her slightly parted lips to invade, entwining with her soft tongue, "Mmm...!"

Swallowing all her sounds, leaving only fragmented moans.

The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses, making their ears burn.

Only thin clothes separated their bodies, the man's solid frame pressing down on the woman's soft form, his hands tightly holding the pliant body beneath him.

His bony hands roamed everywhere.

Their tightly pressed lips finally parted, both breathing rapidly.

At this moment, her eyes brimmed with tears, exuding a spring-like allure, her brows and eyes radiated a captivating charm. Her gaze melted into soft spring water, making it hard for any man to look away.

He had never actually touched this delicate beauty. She seemed as fragile as a vine, but even vines have thorns that can prick.

Now, lying weakly beneath him, she seemed easily manipulated, like a thornless vine, revealing her vulnerable side.

Unintentionally, one could easily be lost in her.

Kangxi had impatiently torn open the buttons on her collar, instead of carefully unfastening them one by one.

"Rip—"

When the collar was torn open, a large expanse of skin was revealed. The slender straps around her neck and her disheveled hair created a picture of extreme beauty.

A few strands of hair fell onto her shoulders, and the candlelight cast a glow on her jade-like skin. The contrast between her black hair and jade-like skin was striking.

Kangxi's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with desire, reddened by lust.

Su Yi's cheeks were slightly flushed, as if with rouge, yet no rouge could match her beauty.

Her eyes were misty, half-closed, and unfocused, as if she had lost her sense of place.

Her slender, jade-like arms slowly wrapped around his neck, like a serpent.

As Kangxi reached to tear open the straps and remove the fabric, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Kangxi grunted.

His eyes showed shock, disbelief, and anger, but he still lost consciousness, collapsing onto Su Yi.

The beauty, once filled with affection, unceremoniously pushed the unconscious Kangxi off her.

Kangxi lay unconscious on his back, but a certain part of him remained active.

Su Yi sat up slowly, her blush faded. Though her eyes were still red and alluring, they were clear, free from haze.

She smoothed her disheveled hair. The collar was torn open, the buttons broken, unable to be fastened. Su Yi adjusted her clothes and glanced at Kangxi.

She didn't believe Kangxi had been drugged without any defense.

Looking at Kangxi, who had been knocked out by a chop, Su Yi had only one word to say.

Served!

"Yun Hua."

Su Yi's voice was not deliberately raised.

But soon, there was a knock on the door. "Your Majesty, I'm coming in." Su Yi did not stop her.

She had clearly heard the commotion inside earlier, thinking that something was finally happening between the two.

But then the commotion suddenly seemed to stop. She wondered if something had gone wrong, whether she should ask from outside. Fortunately, the Empress called her, so she entered.

Yun Hua walked in quietly, her eyes quickly scanning the room. When she saw Kangxi lying on the side, seemingly unresponsive, her pupils contracted.

But upon seeing that Kangxi was still breathing normally, she breathed a sigh of relief. This series of reactions happened quickly, almost within a few breaths.

"Your Majesty called for me to..." Yun Hua walked over, speaking as if she had just noticed Kangxi's condition, and exclaimed, "What happened to the Emperor?"

Then, seeing that Consort Rong's clothes were torn, her lips swollen and moist, she realized that something might have just happened.

"It seems His Majesty has ingested some tainted medicine and fainted," Su Yi said nonchalantly, leaning against the head of the bed with her disheveled clothes, her hand casually resting on Kangxi's chest. She paused suspiciously when she mentioned he had fainted, which Yun Hua noticed.

Yun Hua also noticed that the Emperor's complexion was clearly abnormal. She couldn't help but wonder whether the Emperor had fainted due to accidentally ingesting the medicine or if Consort Rong had... knocked him out.

Yun Hua thought of Consort Rong's immense strength, which was completely at odds with her delicate appearance, and felt it was more likely that the Emperor had been knocked out.

"Call the royal doctor. We can't just let His Majesty lie here unconscious. What if something goes wrong? We need to find the royal doctor. They are the experts, after all," Su Yi said, spreading her hands with an innocent expression.

Yun Hua: "..." Is it possible that the Emperor came specifically for Consort Rong?

"But, won't this be..." Yun Hua struggled to speak, but she couldn't bring herself to finish.

At this moment, calling the royal doctor, even without much experience, seemed... not quite appropriate.

If the Emperor had taken the medicine at the Jingren Palace, there would have been plenty of time to call the royal doctor directly. But the Emperor had hurriedly come to the Yonghe Palace.

This, this, this... Wouldn't the Emperor want to devour Consort Rong when he wakes up?

"Oh—" Su Yi drew out her tone, her face showing sudden understanding. Before Yun Hua could feel relieved, she heard Consort Rong say, "Alright, then I'm the one who's sick and needs the royal doctor. That should work, right?"

She decided to take the fall for this. It wouldn't sound good if it got out that the Emperor had taken medicine. That man is very concerned about his reputation, so she would just have to tough it out.

Yun Hua listened to Consort Rong's words, which came out in gasps, and her unsettled heart was abruptly lifted again.

Then she saw Consort Rong weakly collapse to the side, clutching her chest, and say in a faint voice, "My chest suddenly hurts so much, I can't breathe."

She coughed weakly a few times, instantly turning into a delicate, sickly beauty.

Clearly, having been sick many times, Su Yi had become quite skilled at pretending to be ill. Now she really looked like she was sick.

This series of actions left Yun Hua: "..." For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"Your Highness, I will go now."

Liang Jiugong was visibly anxious outside, pacing back and forth.

He had been waiting for the Emperor to finally fulfill his long-awaited wish, but then Consort Rong suddenly called Yun Hua in. Liang Jiugong sensed something was wrong and was eager to go in himself, but he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't, so he could only watch as Yun Hua entered.

The Emperor had seemed quite eager earlier, and some time had passed. Surely something had to have happened.

When Yun Hua came out, her expression was odd, and Liang Jiugong quickly went up to ask, "Yun Hua, why did the Consort call you in? Did something happen?"

Yun Hua looked at Liang Jiugong and said, "The Consort said to call for the royal doctor."

"Wait, what?" Liang Jiugong was momentarily stunned.

Then Yun Hua repeated Consort Rong's words to the head eunuch. When she saw the same indescribable expression on his face that she had worn earlier, Yun Hua felt a bit comforted.

So it wasn't just her being inexperienced, getting jumpy over every little thing and losing her cool.

It was just that the Consort... she simply didn't follow the usual script.

"Ah, then, I will go and find the royal doctor," Liang Jiugong said. What on earth was going on? He didn't dare imagine how the Emperor would react later.

When the royal doctor heard the Emperor had summoned him, he came immediately without delay.

This wasn’t his first time treating Consort Rong, since her episodes were particularly challenging, and the Emperor was always anxious about her. So it made sense that he was called over now.

Thus, the imperial physician did not ponder whether Consort Rong's illness was real or feigned and hurried over immediately.

He ran the whole way, and even the young eunuch attendant trailing behind couldn’t keep up with this man in his fifties.

When he reached Yonghe Palace, the imperial physician didn’t waste any time.

"How is Consort Rong doing?" the imperial physician asked the personal maid beside Consort Rong while clutching his medicine box, ready to go inside.

When the maid didn’t respond, the imperial physician glanced over and saw her expression was somewhat indescribable, as if she didn’t know how to respond. His heart dropped—was Consort Rong’s condition that dire? This made him even more anxious.

But when he walked in, Consort Rong was sitting there, looking perfectly fine, and upon seeing him, she said, "Imperial physician, you're here, quick."

The imperial physician: What's going on?! Isn't Consort Rong perfectly fine?!

The imperial physician's face darkened, about to ask what was going on—wasn't this just fooling around?!

Then he saw Consort Rong pointing towards the bed, and following her direction, he saw the Emperor lying on the bed, breathing rapidly, with a flushed face and tightly closed eyes.

He gasped—what was this?!