Keep your voice down. Are you trying to look glamorous dressed as a forced lover?

Although the heat was making her restless, Li Qingyan was an honest man, and there were no tricks in this ancient world, so she wouldn't take advantage of Ji Mingzheng while he was unconscious.

"Calm down!" she told herself, taking a deep breath and getting out of bed to get away from Ji Mingzheng.

Seeing that Qiu Nanzhu was still moving and hadn't been crushed to death, she immediately spoke:

"Someone come here."

A palace maid entered in response, and Li Qingyan ordered, "Tie him up and drag him out."

She's not feeling well, let's get Qiu Nanzhu away first.

Unexpectedly, the palace maid was shocked upon seeing Qiu Nanzhu covered in blood and exclaimed, "Your Highness, are you insane? This is Doctor Qiu! How could you..."

"Too verbose."

Li Qingyan picked up a vase and smashed it at her; she fell silent.

"Someone come here."

"Your Highness."

"Tie them up, drag them out, and lock them up in guard."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The palace maids who came in this time didn't waste any time; they quickly and efficiently tied the person up.

Li Qingyan's expression softened slightly, and he stopped looking at the two people being dragged away: "Summon the imperial physician."

Despite all this noise, Ji Mingzheng didn't wake up. She didn't know what the problem was, and she was getting increasingly hot. She needed to see the imperial physician.

"Yes, Your Highness."

As Li Qingyan was drinking tea to cool down, a palace maid announced, "Your Highness, Consort Song has arrived."

The commotion caused by Li Qingyan was so great that Song Qinian, who was temporarily in charge of the affairs of the backyard, came to check on it.

Upon hearing his name, Li Qingyan not only recalled Song Qinian's information but also some images that perfectly matched the characteristics of this short story: bondage and "forced love."

Song Qinian, at the age of twenty, is the eldest grandson of the Song family, a top-tier family that has produced eight prime ministers. He was highly regarded from a young age and is naturally intelligent with a photographic memory. He is the Song family's key talent and is known as the number one young master of the Li Kingdom.

He had a close relationship with the late Crown Princess, and it was said that Song Qinian would be the Crown Princess's future husband.

When the original owner first met him, she called him brother-in-law, but was completely stunned by his extraordinary demeanor and pleasing appearance, which perfectly embodied the meaning of a gentleman, gentle and refined.

Now, Song Qinian has become one of her concubines in her harem.

Song Qinian was not of his own volition; he was forced into marriage by the original owner's scheme.

As Li Qingyan recalled, Forced Love had already stepped into the palace in the light.

"Your Highness."

Song Qinian not only possessed exceptional temperament, but also had outstanding bone structure, with a straight nose, a hooked chin, and clear, refined features, exuding a graceful charm.

He stood tall and straight, dressed in a plain robe embroidered with delicate white cloud patterns, looking clean and aloof at first glance.

It possesses the elegance of a gentleman as fine as jade, and the crispness of the cold snow on a lonely mountain.

When Li Qingyan saw such a person, all the images and thoughts that flashed through her mind were things that needed to be censored.

She couldn't control her mind at all.

Li Qingyan felt even hotter, and sweat started to appear on the tip of her nose.

"Is Your Highness feeling unwell?"

Song Qinian straightened up and immediately noticed that her expression was strange. He asked her a question, but his eyes were calm, even cold.

He couldn't bring himself to smile at the person who had ruined his future, but their fates were already intertwined.

"It's just a bit hot," Li Qingyan replied dryly, forcibly removing the censored parts.

Upon hearing this, Song Qinian's eyes darkened, and he asked directly, "Where is General Ji?"

This is Changfeng Palace, Ji Mingzheng's bedroom. If Ji Mingzheng is alright, he should be here.

Song Qinian came over despite his impatience because he was worried that Li Qingyan would cause trouble. The imperial physician was called for Ji Mingzheng.

As a former victim, he couldn't bear to see Ji Mingzheng also humiliated. He was already injured on the battlefield and had difficulty walking.

Song Qinian got up and walked into the house.

"He has fallen into a coma. I'm quite worried, so I've already summoned the imperial physician."

As Li Qingyan answered, she suddenly remembered that Ji Mingzheng was disheveled and wanted to stop Song Qinian.

Unfortunately, she was only about 1.65 meters tall, while Song Qinian was over 1.8 meters tall. With his long legs, one step of his stride was equivalent to two steps of hers, so she couldn't catch up at all.

Soon after, Song Qinian saw Ji Mingzheng, who was half-undressed and unconscious.

Song Qinian slowly clenched his fist in his sleeve, took a deep breath, and covered Ji Mingzheng with his clothes.

"Your Highness should restrain yourself. If someone dies, even Your Highness will not be able to handle the consequences."

His warm voice was tense and deep, filled with restraint.

"No, I didn't touch him. I didn't knock him out."

Li Qingyan explained, "Don't look at her with that look that made Ji Mingzheng dizzy."

She simply doesn't have that level of skill.

But Song Qinian, the former victim, did not believe it, not to mention that he did not see Ji Mingzheng's entourage in the hall.

Ji Mingzheng is physically disabled, and his two bodyguards have always been inseparable from him, unless something happens to them.

He instructed his attendant, "Go find the general's two bodyguards."

Li Qingyan realized that General Ji's two attendants must have been plotted against or transferred by Qiu Nanzhu.

Just as she was about to speak, a palace maid announced, "Your Highness, the imperial physician has arrived."

"Please come quickly."

After examining the patients, the imperial physician respectfully replied, "Your Highness, Consort Song and General Ji are fine; they were simply given sleeping pills."

"Then why is he sweating? And why is his face flushed?" Song Qinian asked.

The imperial physician glanced at Li Qingyan: "He's just experiencing some blood turmoil. Tonight is his wedding night. If Your Highness is worried, you can use acupuncture to wake him up."

Just as Song Qinian nodded, a palace maid bowed and interjected, "Your Highness, since Consort Ji is not seriously ill, why not let the imperial physician examine you first? Your Highness has been running a fever since earlier."

The imperial physician then examined Li Qingyan first, while Song Qinian watched coldly from the sidelines.

Li Qingyan was still the same as before, with a face like an oval, perfectly proportioned, skin as smooth as jade, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled, and bright pupils. She was well-mannered and sat properly, answering the imperial physician's questions with simple and honest manners.

Song Qinian was also deceived by her honest appearance back then, but he forgot that honest people are colorless and odorless, but they are highly poisonous.

Li Qingyan was unaware of his gaze and focused on answering the imperial physician's questions.

"No headache or dizziness."

"So Your Highness simply feels hot?"

"No, not exactly."

It's said that you can't lie when you see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, otherwise it will be even more embarrassing if you get caught. And in her case, you can't lie either; you have to get a cure.

Li Qingyan said somewhat embarrassedly, "I just saw General Ji staring at me, and I couldn't help but think about some... inappropriate scenes for children. It doesn't feel like I have a fever."

She had a fever, that kind of fever.

Imperial Physician: "..."

While it's true that we shouldn't shy away from seeking medical help, isn't this a bit too frank?

Song Qinian: "..."

Why did he also feel hot? Was it because of what she said?

The imperial physician coughed and said, "Your Highness's blood and qi are indeed somewhat turbulent."

Li Qingyan's eyes lit up, and she proactively prompted, "Could it be that I've been drugged?"

The imperial physician searched around for a moment, and finally his gaze fell on the incense burner in the corner.

After walking over and sniffing for a moment, the imperial physician quickly covered his mouth and nose.

"It's an aphrodisiac." His voice was muffled. "There's still some left in the room. If a man smells it, he'll definitely... feel embarrassed."

The imperial physician sighed helplessly; no wonder he had felt hot after hearing His Highness's words.

Li Qingyan's guess was confirmed, and she understood the imperial physician's words, which meant that the man would have a reaction.

The imperial physician glanced at Ji Mingzheng lying on the bed, then at Song Qinian, and finally at Li Qingyan, his gaze complex: "Your Highness, this old minister takes his leave."

Your Highness has gone too far... It's not appropriate to stay at the next venue for long, so I'll take my leave now.

Li Qingyan understood the look in the imperial physician's eyes; she was numb.

This was all an accident. She thought Qiu Nanzhu had given her something to eat, but who would have thought it was actually incense.

No wonder Ji Mingzheng was sweating even in his sleep, and what was even more unexpected was that Song Qinian also came.

After getting rid of Qiu Nanzhu, Song Qinian has appeared. Is tonight destined to be a threesome?

As expected, this is a low-quality novel. In other novels, at most the male and female protagonists both get infected, but in this one, three or more people are infected!

"Wait a minute," she called out to stop them. The imperial physician couldn't leave, and she really had no experience with three people.

The imperial physician was also shocked. Why keep this old man alive?

There are two people now.