Chapter 38: Chapter Thirty-Eight Wanting to Mess Him Up…

Chapter 38: Longing to Ravish Him...

The news of the emperor's succession edict quickly spread in secret. The Fifth Prince, far away in Quanzhou, couldn't sit still upon hearing it. He immediately requested to return to the capital, citing a need for recuperation. The Old Emperor, of course, offered no resistance, and within days, the Fifth Prince made a high-profile return.

His first order of business upon returning was to pay respects to the Old Emperor, demonstrating his filial piety, followed by a visit to the Grand Tutor. Despite his indirect probing, he couldn't extract any further information about the edict from the Grand Tutor.

The Fifth Prince was consumed by anxiety but understood that acting recklessly at such a critical juncture was out of the question. For once, he managed to suppress his impatience and remained still for the time being.

In the side hall of the princely residence, Wei Zheng was personally cooling a bowl of steaming medicinal soup, while Wei San watched him, lost in thought.

The old physician dared not openly prescribe pregnancy-stabilizing medicine, partly because Wei San forbade it, and partly out of fear that Imperial Physician Liu might notice something amiss. Instead, he prescribed tonics for boosting energy and enriching blood, adding only one ingredient beneficial for stabilizing pregnancy, which still offered some benefit to the fetus.

Wei San had never intended to keep the child. After asking Wei Yi to track down the whereabouts of the Medicine King Valley's successor, he cared even less about preserving it. He avoided the bitter medicinal soup as much as possible, but the first time he tried to secretly pour it out, Wei Zheng caught him red-handed.

Wei Zheng scolded him for a long time and even lost his temper over it. From then on, Wei San didn't dare to pour out the medicine, but how could Wei Zheng trust him? He had subordinates personally supervise Wei San daily, requiring reports. When free, he would watch Wei San himself. No matter how much Wei San disliked the bitter taste, he had no choice but to endure it.

Whether it was due to the medicine taking effect or simply passing the morning sickness phase, Wei San's nausea and vomiting had subsided significantly. However, his drowsiness not only persisted but worsened. Aside from that, he experienced no other discomforts.

These days, Wei San spent most of his time either drinking medicine or sleeping, rarely mustering much energy. He had completely given up on morning exercises but still made an effort to practice his skills daily to avoid becoming rusty.

"What are you so lost in thought about? Thinking of ways to dump the medicine again?"

Wei San was snapped out of his reverie by Wei Zheng's suspicious and displeased voice. He focused his gaze and saw that Wei Zheng had already cooled the scalding medicinal soup, personally tasting a spoonful to check the temperature before pushing the bowl toward him with satisfaction.

Wei San lowered his eyes to look at the bowl, sighing to himself.

If his master found out what this medicinal soup was really for, would he drive Wei San out of the residence, treating him like a monster?

If he were driven out, there would likely be no place left for him in this world.

It never crossed his mind that Wei Zheng might accept the child or accept him—a freak of a man capable of pregnancy and childbirth.

At this moment, his desire to abort the child and return to normalcy reached its peak.

He sighed quietly to himself, hoping Wei Yi would be effective and find news of the Medicine King Valley's successor soon. Otherwise, in another two months, when his belly swelled, he might no longer be able to hide it.

Pursing his lips, he tucked away his troubled thoughts and obediently replied, "This subordinate wasn't thinking of pouring out the medicine. This subordinate truly doesn't dare anymore."

"Then drink it quickly. It'll taste even worse once it cools."

Wei Zheng clearly didn't believe him and insisted on watching him finish it. Wei San had no choice but to helplessly pick up the bowl, endure the foul bitterness, and drank the medicine in one gulp.

He tilted the bowl to show Wei Zheng. "Look, Master, not a drop left."

"That's my good boy."

Only then did Wei Zheng seem satisfied. He picked up a piece of preserved fruit, placed it into his own mouth, then leaned down to kiss Wei San's lips, forcefully passing the fruit into his mouth and sucking and playing with his tongue.

"Mmm..."

Wei San let out a muffled groan. By now, he seemed accustomed to this. Instead of resisting, he actively responded to Wei Zheng.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, the residual bitterness of the medicine surrendering to the dominant sweet and sour of the preserved fruit. Soon, only the sweetness of the fruit remained in their mouths.

The small piece of preserved fruit struggled to survive between their chasing tongues until its flavor had mostly faded. Only then did Wei Zheng reluctantly pull back.

Wei San panted softly, his lips slightly parted, swollen, and glistening with moisture. His beautiful peach-blossom eyes were once again wet with tears, incredibly alluring.

Wei Zheng wasn't done with him yet. He pressed his thumb against Wei San's pouted lips, pressing down hard without holding back, as if intent on bruising them.

"Ah... it hurts..."

Wei San couldn't help but whimper. Tears from the pain welled up and slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Wei Zheng, who had been pent up for weeks, couldn't withstand such temptation. Without another word, he picked Wei San up and carried him toward the inner chamber.

Wei San went pale with fear. Although he hadn't planned on keeping the child, he instinctively feared that rough lovemaking might harm it.

He didn't dare refuse Wei Zheng, so he tremblingly clutched his lapels and pleaded in a soft voice, "This subordinate... this subordinate hasn't fully recovered yet. Could Master be gentler?"

After speaking, he buried his face in the crook of Wei Zheng's neck in shame, feeling more debauched and shameless by the day.

Wei Zheng clearly hadn't expected him to make a request. After a moment of surprise, he didn't get angry but instead felt pleased.

He lowered his head to kiss Wei San's forehead and chuckled mischievously. "But when this prince is aroused, it's hard to be gentle. How about this—you move on your own? That way, you can control the intensity."

As he spoke, a hint of anticipation stirred within him. They had tried many positions, but they had never tried one with Wei San on top.

Wei San clearly had the same thought, but for the sake of the child, no matter how ashamed or uncomfortable he felt, he murmured a soft agreement.

This thrilled Wei Zheng immensely. He kicked the door open with one foot while holding Wei San, then slammed it shut and locked it, his movements rough and unlike his usual composed self.

True to his word, Wei Zheng let Wei San stay on top for the entire afternoon.

The little assassin rarely took initiative, and Wei Zheng's excitement soared to its peak, unwilling to end the encounter.

This, however, was torture for Wei San. Despite his strong physique, he was exhausted to the point of collapsing weakly, and he didn't even wake up when he was carried away to be cleaned.

After that day, Wei Zheng seemed to develop a taste for this position, frequently pressing Wei San to take the top every few days. Wei San suffered immensely but didn't dare refuse, forced to endure this silent hardship.

On the surface, the Old Emperor's establishment of the edict didn't cause much of a stir, but beneath the surface, undercurrents were already stirring.

The Old Emperor had been in good spirits lately. After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet came the autumn hunt. He rarely wore tailored riding gear, but he did so now, leading his consorts, princes, and a large entourage of ministers and imperial guards to the hunting grounds in a grand procession.

Naturally, Wei Zheng was among them, and even Wei San, his publicly acknowledged male favorite, was brought along.

Servants had long prepared tents at the hunting grounds. Wei Zheng's tent was not far east of the Old Emperor's, directly opposite the Crown Prince's tent. The Fifth Prince's tent was situated farther away, behind the Crown Prince's.

Anyone who saw the arrangement couldn't help but remark on how the Virtuous Prince truly enjoyed the emperor's favor, even surpassing the Crown Prince.

Wei Zheng paid no mind to others' thoughts or the Old Emperor's intentions behind the arrangement. At that moment, his attention was fully consumed by the little assassin before him, who was half-naked and changing into riding attire.

The little assassin's skin was even fairer and more delicate than his face, smooth and lustrous like premium mutton-fat jade. The small scars scattered across his body didn't detract from his appearance but instead added a touch of ravaged beauty.

Wei Zheng narrowed his eyes, his appreciative gaze roaming unabashedly over Wei San's back without a hint of restraint.

Wei San, with his back turned, trembled under the scrutiny. To quickly end the feeling of being ogled, he swiftly pulled on his inner robe, followed by his outer robe and armor.

Wei Zheng watched as the little assassin's beautiful form was gradually concealed by clothing and sighed softly in regret.

He really wanted to strip the little assassin's clothes off piece by piece, messing him up completely, then bully him until he cried and begged for mercy.

The mere thought was enough to arouse him, but Wei Zheng suppressed these dark desires with extreme rationality. As the now fully dressed assassin approached him, he stood up to meet him, took the assassin's hand, and gave it a squeeze. "Let's go. Accompany this prince in putting on a good show."

Let's see who would be the first to break and fall into the trap he had set.