Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Day two.

Jun Zechen woke up from his daze with a splitting headache, as if a million tiny insects were gnawing at his brain, and a heavy weight pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He frowned and struggled to open his eyes.

Looking down, he was surprised to see the woman wearing a bellyband sleeping peacefully in his arms.

In an instant, some details from yesterday came flooding back to my mind.

After being secretly drugged by his mother, he was sent to Xiyan Palace. In the hazy memory, he seemed to have said that he wanted to consummate his marriage with Su Jingyao.

He then pinned the woman down and kissed her passionately.

And after that?

Jun Zechen looked down at his naked body, his heart filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Did they really consummate their marriage?

The sinister look in Jun Zechen's eyes grew even stronger.

Without the slightest hesitation, he forcefully pushed the woman in his arms away.

Su Jingyao was suddenly awakened by his unexpected movement.

Her eyes, initially somewhat dazed, slowly opened, like flower petals glistening with morning dew, gradually unfolding.

Soon, the confusion vanished, and she sat up in shock, still wrapped in the blanket.

Just as she was about to speak, she was ruthlessly interrupted by Jun Zechen's icy and piercing voice.

"I had no idea that Consort Su possessed such abilities, and that she had concealed them so well! As for last night, I wonder if Consort Su is satisfied?"

Jun Zechen's voice was like the north wind in winter, sharp and full of irony.

Every word seemed to carry shards of ice, piercing straight into Su Jingyao's heart.

Su Jingyao was already annoyed at being woken up.

Isn't she giving this scumbag too much face?

Don't you know whether you did it or not?

Su Jingyao raised her chin, her gaze firm and calm as she met Jun Zechen's eyes.

Her gaze was clear and sharp, and her voice was crisp and strong: "I have never had a guilty conscience."

After a slight pause, she continued in a cold tone, "I am well aware of my lowly status and am unworthy to serve Your Highness. Therefore, last night, I did not defile Your Highness's purity. Please rest assured, Your Highness."

A look of disbelief flashed in Jun Zechen's eyes.

He stared intently at Su Jingyao, as if trying to find a flaw in her face.

They didn't last night...

However, Su Jingyao's expression remained calm and unwavering.

Even after finishing speaking, she didn't hesitate to pull back the covers, her movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

She lightly got out of bed, her skirt swaying gracefully like a blooming white lotus. She casually picked up a garment from the nearby clothes rack and quickly put it on.

Jun Zechen's gaze remained fixed on her.

Su Jingyao moved casually and gracefully, her movements exuding a touch of charm. Her bare feet trod on the cold ground as she walked step by step toward where she usually dressed.

She walked with unwavering determination, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

Through the screen, Jun Zechen could see her walk to the dressing table and sit down.

Then she picked up a comb and began to comb her long, ink-black hair with gentle, elegant movements, like a beautiful painting...

As he watched her retreating figure, a sudden wave of regret washed over him.

It seems he misunderstood her again.

Those hurtful words were like a sharp blade, mercilessly piercing her once again.

And it seems he has hurt her many times...

But what exactly happened last night?!

If he hadn't touched her, then what was the antidote that removed the aphrodisiac from his body?

Jun Zechen racked his brains, but still couldn't figure it out.

He pursed his lips, his heart filled with deep turmoil, the lines of which were clearly visible between his brows.

He wanted to find out what had happened to the young woman who had been hurt by his words.

But every time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back, unsure of how to begin.

Jun Zechen got out of bed, his movements slow and hesitant, filled with hesitation and struggle.

She casually put on an elegant moon-white robe.

The hem of his robe swayed gently with his movements, and the sleeves fell casually to his sides like flowing clouds.

His ink-black hair had lost its former neatness, with a few strands falling messily across his forehead, gently brushing against his sharply defined face, adding to his unruly air.

Jun Zechen frowned, as if expressing his inner struggle and doubt.

His gaze wandered, sometimes landing on the place where the woman usually did her hair, and sometimes looking away.

My feet felt like they were nailed to the ground; I wanted to go over, but I couldn't take that step.

Deep regret and confusion were evident in his profound eyes.

His hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned slightly white from the force, and you could even see the bulging veins throbbing under his skin.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to calm down and prepare to go out.

As soon as she stepped out of the palace, Miaoyun, who had been waiting outside, saw the Crown Prince appear, and a subtle, unusual glint flashed in her eyes.

I recalled my master's instructions from last night.

She stepped forward and quickly curtsied, saying softly, "This servant greets Your Highness, may Your Highness enjoy boundless blessings."

"Get up."

"How is Your Highness feeling today?"

"I wonder if the 'Hundred Poisons Clear' medicine that Master gave you last night has any other side effects on your body."

"This servant has already informed Eunuch Anshun that, for Your Highness's sake, Eunuch Anshun has gone to fetch the imperial physician for you."

"Apox Eliminator?"

A wave of doubt washed over Jun Zechen, and his brows furrowed even more.

"Your Highness, 'Hundred Poisons Clear' was part of the master's dowry. It was obtained by Madam Su from a divine physician at a cost of a hundred gold pieces. It is a pill that can cure most poisons on the market."

Jun Zechen was shocked upon hearing this, but he remained outwardly calm.

He never expected that Su Jingyao would be willing to give him such a precious "Hundred Poisons Clear" in order to avoid consummating their marriage.

But if he has been cured of the poison, then why were the two of them not dressed this morning, and why were they so intimate?

I really can't figure it out.

He took a deep breath, composed himself, and decided to turn around and return to his bedchamber.

He needs to find Su Jingyao and get to the bottom of this...

Jun Zechen walked slowly, as if he were a ghost, and silently went behind the screen.

Su Jingyao's dressing table was placed inside this screen.

He was tall, and even before he had crossed the screen, he could clearly see Su Jingyao in the bronze mirror.

At this moment, she was bowing her head slightly, her shoulders trembling from time to time, and tears were streaming down her face like broken pearls.

She's crying...

Jun Zechen felt as if a thousand-pound burden was weighing on his heart, and he was extremely troubled.

A sharp, needle-like pain, like a tide, gradually spread throughout my body.

He took a deep breath, stepped over the screen, and strode into the room.

Hearing the noise, Su Jingyao quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her head was bowed so low it almost touched her chest, and she rose to give him a graceful bow.

"This concubine greets Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Her voice was tinged with barely suppressed sobs, faint yet unmistakable.

Jun Zechen raised his arm slightly.

It seemed as if it wanted to help her up, but it only stretched out halfway before abruptly pulling back.

He only said, "Get up."

Su Jingyao slowly stood up, her body ramrod straight, but her head was still bowed.

It seems she wanted to hide all her sadness and grievances.

Jun Zechen naturally knew what she was thinking.

He had said many hurtful things before, but Su Jingyao had never cried in front of him.

Why are you crying in secret?

His voice carried a hint of concern that he himself was unaware of.

Su Jingyao stood there quietly, her gentle biting of her lip leaving faint teeth marks on her lips.

Jun Zechen's heart was filled with complex emotions; he was truly stubborn.

After a brief silence, Su Jingyao slowly uttered three words in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I couldn't resist..."

"If you feel wronged, why don't you explain the reasons clearly, and why don't you cry in front of me?"

Wouldn't it make him feel even more heartbroken if I cried in front of him?

Su Jingyao's eyes, slightly red from crying, resembled the fading sunset on the horizon, evoking a sense of pity in those who saw them.

Her eyes, moistened by tears, were as clear as if they had been washed by spring water, clean and pure.

But a hint of sadness lingered deep in his eyes.

After a pause, Su Jingyao slowly raised her head, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, meeting Jun Zechen's gaze.

"Because I only cry in front of those who care about me. Crying in front of those who don't care about me would only make me a laughing stock."

Her voice was filled with stubbornness and helplessness; every word was squeezed out with great difficulty from the depths of her heart.

Jun Zechen pursed his lips into a thin line, his complex gaze fixed firmly on Su Jingyao.

Doesn't he feel sorry for her?

Why does his heart ache now?

"Since you gave me 'Hundred Poisons Clear,' why were we so intimate and disheveled this morning?"

Jun Zechen bluntly voiced his doubts, his eyes filled with confusion and skepticism.

Upon hearing this, Su Jingyao's delicate body trembled violently.

Her eyes, already moistened by tears, now shimmered like twinkling stars in the night sky, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Shouldn't His Highness ask himself that?"

Every word she spoke was filled with endless sorrow.

Jun Zechen knew that after being drugged last night, he had pinned her down and humiliated her.

But what happened after the antidote was taken?

He hardly remembers it; is he still holding her and refusing to let go?

"I misunderstood you, you..."

Before Jun Zechen could finish speaking, Su Jingyao coldly interrupted him.

"I know that Your Highness only has the Crown Princess in your heart, and I have only regarded her as family in the Eastern Palace."

"Your Highness is my sister's husband. No matter what, I will never have anything to do with Your Highness."

Her voice turned cold, carrying an undeniable resolve.

Su Jingyao slowly turned her head away, no longer looking at Jun Zechen.

However, things that need to be clarified should still be explained clearly.

"Last night, Your Highness was brought to Xiyan Palace by Aunt Jinhua. After I noticed that Your Highness was in a strange condition, I did not hesitate to send a maid to invite my sister, hoping that my sister would take Your Highness back to Qiluan Palace."

"But I waited and waited, and still I did not see my sister."

"I don't know if my sister has misunderstood anything. Your Highness would be better off going to her as soon as possible to explain things clearly."

"As for what happened this morning, I have already let it go and don't care about it."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, like a beautiful and lonely sculpture, standing there quietly.

Waiting for Jun Zechen to leave.

At this moment, Jun Zechen's thoughts had already changed.

His gaze fell on the woman in front of him, and his previous suspicions completely disappeared.

Perhaps in her heart, she was the one she hated the most.

If she intended to seduce him, last night was the perfect opportunity.

However, she used the "Hundred Poisons Clearing" that her mother had personally prepared for her on him, just to cure the aphrodisiac he had been poisoned with.

At this point, Jun Zechen finally understood.

It wasn't that he didn't want to consummate the marriage, but that she simply didn't want to.

Jun Zechen's eyes were fixed on the top of the woman's head.

As she said, I should go to Qiluan Palace as she suggested and explain everything that happened last night to Ling Yue.

But the woman's cold rejection was like a chill that pierced through his body, leaving his mind in turmoil.

This shouldn't be the case.

Jun Zechen's eyes grew even deeper.

He stepped forward resolutely, extended his right hand, and lifted her chin without hesitation.

Su Jingyao had no choice but to raise her eyes and be forced to meet his gaze.

"Has Consort Su forgotten her responsibilities? You are a consort bestowed upon me by the Emperor; what right do you have to utter such words as having nothing to do with me?"

Jun Zechen's voice was cold and authoritative.

He's the crown prince. So what if he's wrong?

He can refuse anyone, but no one can refuse him, and no one can defy him like this!

Jun Zechen's tall figure leaned slightly forward, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

Su Jingyao's eyes were filled with confusion and grievance, and her slightly trembling body revealed her inner anger.

What exactly does he want?

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed in the air.

Su Jingyao resolutely pushed the man's hand away and then quickly took a step back.

Jun Zechen's face instantly turned extremely gloomy, like the sky before a storm, cold and oppressive.

"Consort Su, do you know what insubordination is? Is this how the Su family raised you?"

Su Jingyao has already endured his harsh reprimands multiple times today.

Finally, tears welled up in my eyes like a flood bursting its banks.

"What exactly does Your Highness require of me? On my very first day in the Eastern Palace, Your Highness laid down the rules for me, forbidding me from interfering with the relationship between you and my sister. Haven't I done enough?"

Her voice was choked with sobs, like a nightingale weeping blood, heartbreaking.

Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, like glistening pearls falling to the ground.

"How does Your Highness expect me to fulfill my duties as a concubine? Ever since I entered the Eastern Palace, Your Highness has repeatedly doubted and insulted me. I truly do not know what I have done wrong."

Her voice rose slightly, tinged with despair.

Then she muttered something to herself.

"If Your Highness truly dislikes me, I would rather never appear before you again..."

Jun Zechen's heart trembled as he listened to the woman's repeated questions.

He himself didn't know what he wanted.

He was extremely reluctant to marry her, and even unwilling to have any contact with her.

But now?

Seeing the woman's heartbroken expression and resolute words, he didn't want to...

I don't want to have nothing to do with her, I don't want to be like strangers to her...

Jun Zechen's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.

He then let out a long sigh.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tear stains on the woman's cheek.

"I was wrong today, but I will never doubt you again."

"You have done very well. Everyone says that the Su family's daughter is the epitome of a noble lady. Only today do I realize that only you deserve this praise."

"I will try to buy you the medicine you gave me again."

After saying this, Jun Zechen resolutely turned and left.

Once Jun Zechen's figure had completely disappeared from sight, Su Jingyao raised her right hand, her slender fingers lifting to gently wipe away the glistening tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a subtle, smug smile. Her smile carried a hint of cunning and calculation, like a little fox who had just succeeded in its scheme.

The prey eventually fell into the hunter's carefully laid trap.

Jun Zechen walked towards the Qiluan Palace, his gaze fixed on the front.

Upon arriving outside the Qiluan Palace, Jun Zechen stopped and gazed up at the plaque bearing the three large characters "Qilan Palace".

The plaque shimmered with golden light under the sunlight, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.

In the past, whenever he came here, his steps were always light, and his face was filled with a pleasant and relaxed smile.

Today, however, his steps seemed to weigh a ton, each one appearing incredibly difficult.

He stood there, his brows furrowed tightly, his thick eyebrows seemingly twisted into a rope, revealing his inner turmoil.

After hesitating for a moment.

Jun Zechen finally stepped into Qiluan Palace.

Ling Yue saw Jun Zechen approaching from afar, but noticed that he was no longer the cheerful man he usually was.

As Jun Zechen approached, Ling Yue couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Did Your Highness rest well last night?"

Her voice carried a hint of sarcasm and dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Jun Zechen frowned even more deeply, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

"I did not have any relations with my concubine last night."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yue remained outwardly calm, but her heart was already churning with turmoil.

She never imagined that Jun Zechen would deceive her at this time.

Could it be that what she heard last night was all just her hallucination?

Her husband pinned another woman who had rejected him down, affectionately calling her "Yaoyao," and declaring that Su Jingyao was his woman and had no right to refuse him.

Ling Yue felt utterly ridiculous at that moment.

A tear gradually welled up in her eyes, her heart filled with grievance and pain.

She was already known for her fiery temper, and at this moment she could no longer control her emotions.

Ling Yue suddenly stood up.

The voice snapped shrilly: "Is it that you don't want to have a relationship with her, or that she doesn't want to have a relationship with you? Doesn't Your Highness know the answer?"

Jun Zechen's expression instantly turned gloomy. He stared intently at Ling Yue, his eyes filled with a deep and complex light.

"Yue'er, do you know what you're saying?"

Under his gaze, Ling Yue gradually lowered her head.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

The anger and pain in her heart intertwined, making it impossible for her to find peace.

She desperately wanted to yell at the man who had caused her so much pain, but she was also afraid that her argument would drive him away completely.

She feared that their relationship would gradually wear down due to arguments and eventually disappear completely.

Jun Zechen gazed at her, who was standing before him with her head down, silently aggrieved.

My heart softened involuntarily.

He softened his tone: "Last night, it was the Empress Dowager who drugged me and sent me to Xiyan Palace."

"I have always had you in my heart, but you have not been able to conceive until now, and my mother and father are constantly putting pressure on me."

"The concubine is the legitimate daughter of Minister Su. Since she married into the Eastern Palace, I have neglected her for almost a month because of you."

Ling Yue stared at Jun Zechen with a look of astonishment, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "So, Aze came today just to tell me that he won't continue to neglect Consort Su?"

"Yue'er, as the Crown Prince, it is my inescapable responsibility to continue the imperial line."

"Even if I don't favor Consort Su, my mother and father will bestow Consorts Li and Wang upon me one after another. Am I supposed to marry them all just to be decorative objects?"

Ling Yue opened her mouth, but didn't know how to respond.

Tears welled up in her eyes and silently slid down her cheeks.

Jun Zechen watched her silently shed tears, feeling a pang of heartache.

He involuntarily reached out, wanting to wipe away her tears, but stopped in mid-air, ultimately letting out a sigh.

It was his failure to keep his promise; it was his fault.

However, Jun Zechen also harbored resentment, wondering why Ling Yue couldn't get pregnant.

If she is pregnant, even if his mother and father threaten him, Jun Zechen will have the opportunity to argue his case.

Instead of having no choice but to accept it as it is now.

His upbringing in the imperial family taught him that he could not abandon his offspring for a woman.

As the crown prince, having offspring is not just a personal matter, but a matter of the stability of the monarchy and the country.

Ling Yue's eyes gradually became vacant, as if all the light had been lost.

She also deeply resented herself, wondering why she was the only one who couldn't have children!

Jun Zechen couldn't bear it, so he slowly stepped forward and embraced her.

His hand gently stroked her back.

Ling Yue clung tightly to Jun Zechen, as if grasping at the last straw. Her heart was filled with fear, afraid that this man would leave her.

That fear was like a bottomless abyss, constantly dragging her downwards.

"Aze, it's all my fault for being unable to have children, otherwise this situation wouldn't have happened."

"Aze, go ahead and favor Consort Su, I won't blame you."

"But Aze, will you fall in love with her?"

When Jun Zechen heard her last question, his body stiffened abruptly, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

He hugged Ling Yue tightly and said firmly, "No."