Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Jun Zechen remained silent, pondering whether to expose the woman's false mask on the spot, when the doctor Anshun had hurriedly summoned finally arrived.

Anshun said to the doctor, "This is my wife. She was hit by someone on the street just now and twisted her ankle. I'd appreciate it if you could take a look."

After saying that, he stepped aside and led the doctor into the house.

Jun Zechen got up from the couch, crossed his arms, and stood to the side, his face as cold as frost, his eyes revealing a chill.

She pursed her lips tightly.

He wanted to see how this woman would continue to pretend in front of the doctor.

Miaoyun brought a stool for the doctor and placed it beside the bed. The doctor nodded slightly in thanks and then sat down.

He first examined the woman's smooth, jade-like ankle with his naked eye, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

He then asked, "Madam, is your left ankle injured?"

"Yes, it hurts."

Su Jingyao responded weakly, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, looking pitiful.

The doctor no longer doubted that the tendons and bones were injured.

He placed a thin gauze around Su Jingyao's ankle, then gently pressed his hand against it, asking softly, "Madam, will this pressure hurt?"

Su Jingyao frowned, her eyes glistening with even more tears, and nodded silently, as if she were enduring immense pain.

The doctor carefully pressed around the woman's ankle, but each time he received a cry of pain from her, which gave him a headache.

He muttered to himself, "I clearly saw that the woman's ankle was perfectly fine!"

However, the tall young man behind him kept staring intently into his eyes, and the doctor couldn't figure out what his attitude was. He suddenly felt a little scared and uneasy, and stood up shakily.

"Young master, the lady may have injured her bones and muscles, though there are no visible marks on the surface. However, I am not skilled in this art, so please find someone more capable."

After speaking, the doctor lowered his head and hurriedly withdrew.

Anshun stared in astonishment at the doctor's departing figure, his face filled with disbelief.

He invited a renowned doctor from the capital; how could he not be skilled in treating musculoskeletal disorders?

Seeing the prince's gloomy and expressionless face, Anshun assumed that the prince was dissatisfied with his incompetence. He knelt down with a thud and quickly begged for forgiveness: "Your Highness, please forgive me. This servant will go and fetch another doctor right away."

"No need, you may all leave."

Jun Zechen said coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Upon hearing His Highness's words, An Shun was taken aback at first, but then seemed to understand something. He quickly got up and quietly withdrew with Miao Yun.

Soon, only Jun Zechen and Su Jingyao remained in the room, and the atmosphere instantly became somewhat oppressive.

Su Jingyao timidly raised her head, her eyes filled with fear, and softly called out, "Husband."

The voice was barely audible, carrying a hint of caution.

Jun Zechen walked expressionlessly to the stool by the table and sat down.

His eyes were cold as ice as he watched Su Jingyao feign pitifulness.

"Aren't you going to explain?"

The voice was deep and cold.

"I... my husband asked me to come out to the lantern festival with you and my sister today, but he stayed with my sister the whole time, so I..."

Su Jingyao's voice trembled, and she choked up as she spoke, lowering her head even further.

"Jealous? Resentful?"

Jun Zechen's gaze grew increasingly sharp.

"So you resort to such petty tricks?"

Jun Zechen's questions came one after another, his tone becoming increasingly stern.

This method is fine for dealing with Ling Yue, but what if he has more women in his harem later on? Those women won't be as easy to deal with as Ling Yue. They might just tear him apart.

If you can't protect yourself by scheming against others, then don't do it.

Su Jingyao seemed to feel ashamed after being questioned by him in a series of questions. Her whole body trembled slightly, and she silently lowered her head, as if she had suffered a great injustice. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was about to cry.

"Since your foot is alright, then walk over and go back to the East Palace."

Jun Zechen coldly commanded, his eyes devoid of any pity.

"My legs are numb, I can't walk."

Su Jingyao said, her voice trembling with tears, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands.

Jun Zechen leaned back in his chair, his eyes as black as ink, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he were chuckling.

It was clear that he didn't believe her at all; his eyes were full of mockery.

Upon hearing that sneer, Su Jingyao felt an overwhelming surge of grievance, and her eyes reddened even more.

She hurriedly and clumsily got off the chaise longue, but after taking only a couple of steps, her legs went numb and weak, and she lost her balance and fell straight to the ground.

Jun Zechen's gaze had been fixed on her, and the moment he saw her fall, his body involuntarily straightened up.

Immediately, he frowned, stood up, walked quickly to her, squatted down, and made as if to pick her up.

Su Jingyao's beautiful eyes filled with tears. She pushed him hard, bit her lip, and tried to stand up on her own, pretending to be strong.

But just as he was halfway up, his body swayed again, and he was about to fall down once more.

Jun Zechen reacted quickly, reaching out to embrace her slender waist and lifting her up in his arms.

"Are you a piece of trash?"

Jun Zechen's face was terribly grim; the moment he was pushed away had already stirred up some dissatisfaction within him.

His decades-long reign as emperor left him with almost no room for resistance, let alone from his own women.

At this moment, he spoke without any restraint.

Su Jingyao stared blankly at him, her teary eyes filled with astonishment, as if she never expected him to scold her so mercilessly.

Suddenly, the tears that she had been holding back flowed down her cheeks like beads from a broken string, and she cried so hard that she looked like a pear blossom in the rain, sobbing and choking, so heartbroken.

Why are you being so fierce?

"If you don't like me, that's fine. I won't bother you and my sister anymore, sob sob."

She spoke through tears, her voice choked with sobs, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing her crying so sadly, Jun Zechen was filled with remorse for the hurtful words he had just uttered.

Why should I argue with a fifteen-year-old girl about these things?

Then, Jun Zechen carried her to sit on the chaise lounge.

Su Jingyao seemed afraid of him, struggling to get away from him, shrinking to one side of the chaise lounge, curled up, silently shedding tears, looking as pitiful as could be.

Jun Zechen sighed helplessly, reached out and placed her legs in front of him, gently kneading her calves.

Su Jingyao instinctively tried to break free, but Jun Zechen gave her a cold, expressionless look, and she immediately stopped moving.

"Stop crying. You're the one who played tricks today. I only spoke a little harshly, so why are you so upset?"

Jun Zechen's tone softened slightly.

He's been much better tempered with her than before.

If any of the other women in his harem had done this in his previous life, he would have turned away long ago, never to see them again.

And there was no woman as bold as her in his harem.

"I'm just afraid my husband won't like me."

Su Jingyao sobbed as she spoke, her voice thick with nasal tone.

"If you're afraid I won't like it, then don't make these obvious calculations."

Jun Zechen's gaze remained serious.

Su Jingyao seemed unconvinced, glaring at him with red eyes, "How is it obvious? I don't know, it's just that my husband is too smart."

These obvious calculations are just for you to see. How can a calculation that only you know not be a success?

Upon hearing this, Jun Zechen couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"You're quite clever, but let me tell you, I don't like being schemed against by women."

To use him as a raft, you must at least get his consent.

"understood."

Su Jingyao muttered softly, her voice barely audible.

"Is your foot better?"

Jun Zechen tilted his head slightly and asked in a calm tone.

Su Jingyao nodded in response. Since her script was fine, she took it off his lap.

"Then let's go back to the East Palace."

Jun Zechen straightened up and took a few steps forward, but there was still no movement behind him.

He turned to look at her with some confusion.

Su Jingyao carefully raised her eyes and said, "I want my husband to hold me."

Jun Zechen raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes as deep as a pool, his gaze so sharp it sent a chill down one's spine.

Su Jingyao trembled with fright.

"If I go out on my own, Anshun and everyone else will know I'm faking it, and then my sister will find out too..."

Su Jingyao seemed very scared, her hands tightly twisting the hem of her clothes.

"Husband, please help me."

She pleaded with pitiful eyes.

Jun Zechen stared at her intently for a moment, as if trying to see through her.

After a long while, he walked to the chaise lounge, bent down and picked her up.

Although Ling Yue isn't very clever, she might still be the same Ling Yue who has survived in the harem for decades. It's best not to give Ling Yue the opportunity to frame her.

Ling Yue is now close to the Empress Dowager. If she were to speak ill of Su Jingyao in front of the Empress Dowager, Su Jingyao would be unable to defend herself.

Her naive methods were instantly exposed in front of the Empress Dowager.

Su Jingyao immediately beamed with joy, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said sweetly, "Thank you, my husband. You are so good to me."

After saying that, she nuzzled against Jun Zechen's neck affectionately, like a docile kitten.

Jun Zechen couldn't stand her intimacy, his brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything.

When Anshun saw His Highness affectionately carrying his concubine out, he was startled and sighed again, thinking that the power dynamics in the Eastern Palace were about to change, as the concubine was truly favored by His Highness.

After carrying her into the carriage, Jun Zechen placed her aside and sat upright in the middle, closing his eyes to rest, as if she didn't exist.

Su Jingyao sat down next to him, her movements so gentle they were almost silent.

Jun Zechen's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't open his eyes, and said coldly, "Sit back down."

This woman always exuded a faint fragrance, and every time I got close to her, I wanted to get closer. Since I was going to be an emperor, I naturally couldn't be bothered by women.

You also cannot expose any of your desires to others, because desires also mean weaknesses, and if you have weaknesses, others will take advantage of you.

This woman, in particular, seizes the slightest opportunity and pushes her luck, testing his limits.

Su Jingyao glared at him, her lips pressed tightly together.

An old man who doesn't understand romance.

"Your Highness, will you be coming to Shui Ning Palace tonight?"

Su Jingyao deliberately made her voice much more coquettish, thin and soft. Although her voice was usually quite delicate, when she deliberately pinched her tone, her voice sounded like it had a hook, captivating the heart.

Jun Zechen's heart trembled slightly. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her calmly.

"I will be staying at Yude Palace tonight."

I've already pampered her for three days in a row, so I shouldn't spoil her.