Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

"Tell me, who's behind you?"

Su Jingyao's cold and indifferent voice came from above Ru'er's head, each word seemingly carrying frost.

Ru'er felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and a bone-chilling cold surged up her spine.

Her body trembled violently, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind; her lips trembled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Master, this servant truly has no idea what you are talking about. This servant knows nothing."

She cried and kowtowed desperately, her forehead quickly becoming red and swollen. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks like a burst dam, leaving streaks.

A hint of impatience flashed across Su Jingyao's face, her delicate features were covered with a layer of frost, and her eyes revealed a coldness.

She didn't have much time to waste with a palace maid.

"Imperial Physician Jin, since her embroidery skills are so good, then we should discard these hands." Her voice was cold and resolute, devoid of any emotion.

Upon hearing this, Ru'er suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

She never imagined that the woman praised by everyone as the kindest in the Eastern Palace would say such cruel words.

Is the master joking with her?

But looking into her master's cold eyes, she knew it was all true.

Su Jingyao ignored Ru'er's gaze, only glancing at her indifferently before giving Li Jing a look.

Li Jing immediately understood. He took out a bottle of medicine from the first-aid kit he carried with him and skillfully poured it down Ru'er's throat.

The medicine had an analgesic effect, and soon Ru'er felt her whole body go limp and she had no strength left.

Li Jing took out a bottle of softening cream and a pair of tweezers, and applied the softening cream to Ru'er's nails.

Then, calmly and casually, he gently plucked one of Ru'er's fingernails in front of her.

Ru'er felt nothing because of the effects of the medicine; she just watched helplessly as her fingernails separated from her hands, her eyes filled with terror.

Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was agape, as if she wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Tears welled up in her eyes; she was filled with fear and helplessness.

Su Jingyao slightly raised her hand, signaling Li Jing to stop, then coldly asked, "Are you willing to talk now?"

Ru'er bit her lip; she dared not speak, for she would die if she did.

But looking at Su Jingyao's cold eyes, she felt a wave of despair.

Su Jingyao chuckled lightly, "You've got guts. Continue."

When Ru'er looked at Physician Jin, it was as if she were seeing a demon. Her body trembled violently, and her heart was filled with fear.

Her body went limp, and with all her might, she managed to utter a single sentence.

"My lord, you have no right to resort to private punishment. If His Highness the Crown Prince knew of your vicious heart, he would surely despise you."

Her voice was filled with hatred, as if she wanted to pierce Su Jingyao.

"Then why don't you try? If you still don't talk, I'll remove all your fingernails, toenails, and nails, then gouge out your eyes and cut off your tongue. Do you want to try?"

Su Jingyao's lips curled up, revealing a pure and innocent smile.

But for Ru'er, that smile seemed to come from hell, sending chills down her spine.

Her voice was soft and slow, yet it was like the whisper of a demon, full of threat and intimidation.

Ru'er's face was filled with terror, her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets, filled with fear and despair.

Her face was as pale as paper, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, her lips were trembling, and her teeth were chattering.

Li Jing remained unmoved by Ru'er's fear and slowly applied the softening cream to the rest of Ru'er's nails.

Ru'er watched helplessly as yet another fingernail slowly slipped off her finger.

At this moment, she could no longer suppress her fear; she would rather die than endure such torment.

Consort Su is a devil, she is a devil!

"Speak, I will speak."

Ru'er used all her strength to say these words, her voice trembling.

"Yes...it's the Crown Princess."

Su Jingyao let out a soft scoff, her voice filled with disdain and mockery.

"Li Jing, continue."

Ru'er's eyes widened instantly. No, no, she screamed frantically in her heart.

"Yes, it's An Liangdi!" Her voice was choked with sobs.

At that moment, Miaoyue walked in.

There was no sign of panic on her face; she remained calm and composed, holding a brocade box steadily in her hands.

"My lady, I found the Crown Princess's gold hairpin in Ru'er's room."

She calmly presented the brocade box.

Upon hearing this, Su Jingyao slowly raised her right hand and gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Could it be that An Jinyan is going to use her to frame Ling Yue? A sinister glint flashed in Su Jingyao's lowered eyes.

She's courting death.

Then, Su Jingyao slowly raised her head and looked at Li Jing. Li Jing immediately understood and flashed to Ru'er's side. He raised his hand and knocked Ru'er unconscious.

"Since they've schemed against me, how can I not retaliate?"

"Kill Ru'er, Imperial Physician Jin, this is troublesome." Su Jingyao's tone was cold and resolute.

She never shows mercy to those who betray her.

If Ru'er confesses, she will give her a quick death; if she doesn't confess, she will give her a painful death.

Upon hearing this, Li Jing naturally knew what to do.

He acted swiftly, silencing Ru'er, and then carefully glued her fingernails back on, trying his best not to let anyone notice anything amiss.

"Place the handkerchief that our people got from An Liangdi onto Ru'er," Su Jingyao calmly instructed Miaoyun, turning her head.

Su Jingyao planned to make a good use of her skills at the Crown Prince's birthday banquet and kill two birds with one stone.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips. Her beautiful face, though adorned with a gentle smile, exuded a chilling aura.

Then, Su Jingyao frowned slightly and asked, "How can I continue wearing that palace dress?"

If you don't want to alert the enemy, it's more appropriate to wear this palace dress to a banquet.

After thinking for a while, Li Jing replied, "Palm charcoal and human hair charcoal counteract the medicinal properties of motherwort, thus neutralizing its medicinal effects."

"I grind these two herbs into powder, add some spices to mask their smell, and apply it to the inner garment of the concubine to prevent the motherwort from harming the mother's body."

"Okay, then get ready." Su Jingyao nodded gently.

By the time Su Jingyao had everything ready, it was almost time.

She sat quietly on the couch, her posture elegant and her expression serene, without the slightest sign of panic or tension.

Li Jing bowed and withdrew. Just as he stepped out of the palace gate, Jun Zechen, dressed in a black and gold python robe, walked towards him.

He stood tall and straight, with steady steps, exuding an aura of authority.

Li Jing quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, "Your Highness, this humble subject greets you." His voice was calm, showing no sign of nervousness.

"Okay, get up."

Jun Zechen's gaze did not linger on the kneeling Li Jing for even a moment, and he walked straight into the hall.

After Li Jing stood up, he slowly straightened up, turned around, and glanced at the hall with a complicated expression.

As soon as Jun Zechen entered, he immediately took Su Jingyao, who was lying on the bed, into his arms.

Su Jingyao showed a shy expression, while Jun Zechen looked at her with doting eyes.

His eyes darkened, a bitter feeling welled up in his heart, and then he turned and left.

Su Jingyao leaned back comfortably in Jun Zechen's broad embrace, her body resting gently, appearing relaxed and at ease.

Although she wore no makeup, her crystal-clear skin seemed to reflect light, perfectly complementing her magnificent palace attire.

Jun Zechen couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her smooth and delicate face, the touch as soft as silk.

In the Eastern Palace, the women always wore heavy makeup whenever they saw him, which made him feel no urge to get close to them.

However, the woman in his arms had smooth, soft skin and was pregnant. Holding her in his arms, she felt so soft and warm, and an indescribable warmth welled up in his heart.

As soon as Su Jingyao saw him, a bright smile bloomed on her face. "Happy birthday, Your Highness."

Her voice was clear and melodious, as if carrying endless tenderness.

"Is my gift ready?"

Jun Zechen was not satisfied with her simple "Happy Birthday," and raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of expectation.

"Of course I've prepared it. Miaoyun, go and get my painting," Su Jingyao said coquettishly, her charming appearance making people feel affectionate.

Miaoyun hurriedly retrieved the painting that Su Jingyao had finished earlier and respectfully handed it to Jun Zechen.

After Jun Zechen accepted the painting, Su Jingyao continued, "Your Highness, it's your birthday today. I know you'll be spending the evening with my sister, but since Your Highness is here, I'll give it to you now."

When Jun Zechen heard her say that she knew he was going to accompany the Crown Princess tonight, he seemed to be certain that he wouldn't be with her that night.

I felt inexplicably choked up.

However, his expression remained calm and composed, showing no sign of inner turmoil.

Jun Zechen slowly opened the painting, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

She drew a picture of him holding her in his arms while she was pregnant. Jun Zechen had no idea that he could be so tender when he held her.

In the painting, he appears less dignified and cold than usual, his eyes filled with love and care, while the woman in his arms radiates maternal glow, gently stroking her belly.

It's a heartwarming family of three.

Seeing that he was staring at the painting without saying a word, Su Jingyao felt a little shy and lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him.

She asked timidly, "Does Your Highness like it?" Her voice carried a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

Jun Zechen snapped out of his reverie, his dark eyes fixed on her intently. "I like it very much," he said in a deep voice, filled with endless tenderness.

Just as Jun Zechen was about to carefully put the painting away, his gaze inadvertently fell on the lower right corner of the painting.

There were even a few lines of delicate handwriting there:

Wishing my husband a happy marriage:

Inheriting the righteous energy of heaven and earth, upholding the majesty of heaven and earth.

Shining with the brilliance of the stars, displaying their magnificent and heroic spirit.

With the world in his heart, all his plans are for a prosperous era; his future is boundless, and his grand ambitions will unfold.

Ascending step by step, its power and prestige awe all around, shining brightly.

After reading these few lines of small print, Jun Zechen felt a sudden tremor in his heart, and an indescribable emotion surged within him.

Her blessing was also what his heart desired.

He will eventually become the ruler of the world; his will will dominate everything; his authority will be unchallenged; his commands will be obeyed without question; and his hegemony will be unstoppable.

He wanted to expand his territory, subjugate the world, achieve immortal feats, and become an emperor for all ages.

From the moment he became the crown prince, his goal never changed.

Su Jingyao has known Jun Zechen for quite some time. Although she has never seen his demeanor in the imperial court, her interactions with him have made it clear that he is a proud, arrogant, confident, and conceited man.

She naturally wanted to understand him, support him, and wish him well.

Jun Zechen unconsciously tightened his grip on Su Jingyao, as if he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and never let go.

But because she was pregnant, she dared not exert too much force.

A radiant blush spread across Su Jingyao's face, as beautiful as the sunset, and she lowered her head shyly.

She whispered, "Your Highness is my sister's husband. I shouldn't address you like that. I only had a little something on my mind. Please don't take it to heart, Your Highness."

Her voice was as gentle as flowing water, carrying a hint of trepidation and anticipation.

But Jun Zechen didn't give her a chance to finish speaking. He turned her head, then leaned down and kissed her lips precisely.

The kiss was tender yet passionate, and the words she uttered always broke his heart; he simply wanted to stop her from saying what she had left unsaid.

He is her husband, that is an indisputable fact!

She doesn't need to be so careful!

After kissing for a while, Su Jingyao pushed him away.

"Your Highness, it's getting late."

Her eyes were moist, like two clear springs, with a slight blush at the corners. Her delicate and timid appearance was endearing.

If it weren't for the inopportune time, Jun Zechen really wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and kiss her passionately.

Jun Zechen placed a gentle kiss on her palm, then lowered her hand.

He looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, and then explained his purpose.

"The Hall of Supreme Harmony is quite a distance from the Eastern Palace. Now that you are heavily pregnant, I will take you to the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

Su Jingyao looked puzzled, her crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Doesn't Your Highness need to come with my sister?"

"This was a suggestion from the Crown Princess. She has become much more sensible recently, and you are already seven months pregnant. I am worried about you."

Jun Zechen explained patiently, his tone revealing his satisfaction with Ling Yue's recent behavior.

Su Jingyao nodded gently after hearing his words, and the doubt in her eyes gradually disappeared.

Jun Zechen gently put his arm around her waist and led her out of the palace gate.

They boarded the sedan chair carried by sixteen men, which slowly headed towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Su Jingyao leaned against him, smiling gently, but in her heart she was looking forward to tonight's good show.

I'm sorry, Your Highness, your birthday today is destined to be unpleasant, and you are destined not to be able to accompany your Crown Princess tonight.