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

"Song Qinian, what makes you think she'll regret it, that she'll only stay with you? Just because you're a scion of a powerful family?"

Song Qinian made a self-deprecating remark.

Song Qinian gradually became depressed. At first, he would still try his best to dress up every day, hoping to run into Li Qingyan and leave a good impression on her. But later, all the Chinese clothes and accessories that he had ordered were put into the warehouse and he never wore them again.

Song Qinian never imagined that a month would be so long, yet a year would feel even longer.

The entire Ninghui Palace fell into complete silence.

No, the entire Eastern Palace fell silent, because this was Li Qingyan's Eastern Palace.

As the weather grew hotter, Song Qinian's shoulders narrowed, and his once upright figure became somewhat thinner.

But the one who lost the most weight was Wen Sheng, who had been ill. She had become much thinner and looked frail and haggard.

Looking at Wen Sheng like this, Ji Mingzheng felt sorry for him, but also annoyed by his previous impulsiveness.

"His Highness is going to the strategic pass near the capital tomorrow to provide relief to the fallen soldiers, distribute compensation on behalf of His Majesty, and comfort the families of the soldiers. Since you are planning to provide extra subsidies, you might as well go see His Highness soon."

They couldn't find Li Qingyan usually, but when Ji Mingzheng got news of her, he informed Wen Sheng.

It was his own choice, and he swallowed it himself. It was his choice, but Wen Sheng shouldn't be plunged into suffering because of him.

His self-blame made him always want to make amends.

Wen Sheng did not refuse. Although the news he heard was that His Highness was well, he was worried about His Highness's safety when he remembered what His Highness had said before. He had a bad feeling.

I'm also worried about how she would cope if she encountered another accident involving traditional Chinese medicine.

Li Qingyan was unaware that Wen Sheng was worried about her safety. If she had known, she would have gritted her teeth and told him, "However we can get through this, we'll grit our teeth and get through it!"

In this short story, the villainous female supporting character, who has to hug and hold hands to even read the memorials clearly, can easily imagine what kind of life she would lead if she left them.

The misfortune was obvious, but she could get through it if she just endured it. What tormented her most was the silent torment of desire.

She was caught up by irrational desires.

From the moment she cut off contact with them, she was clearly angry and heartbroken, yet she kept having those kinds of dreams every night, as if they were silently urging her to find a man.

Moreover, once I fall asleep, I can't wake up properly, and I have those kinds of dreams all night long, but I can't find satisfaction in those dreams.

Because every time she dreams of him, he still flirts with her, and she righteously rejects him!

Ji Mingzheng was the first to be affected. He would laugh and be nice to her, but when she missed him, he would righteously reject her, saying that she was forcing a disabled person and that she was not human.

"Damn it! Ji Mingzheng, you damn it!"

Of course, not everyone refused outright. Wen Sheng, for example, teased her while seemingly willing, but the moment she touched him, he immediately got a fever and fell ill.

Sannoye was always very obedient and kept saying some wild and inappropriate things, but every time she felt something, he would look at her silently, his eyes filled with suspicion and a hint of hurt, silently saying that it was unfair.

Song Qinian was even more complicated. He tried all sorts of ways to seduce her and even said he liked her kissing him forcefully. However, she was allergic to him when she touched him. A rash was considered a good thing. One night, she had a nightmare that he suddenly died after she touched his hand.

The death felt incredibly real.

When Li Qingyan woke up, she was covered in cold sweat.

"Ahhh! Huai Xu, hurry and go check on Consort Song, okay? Just quietly!"

She breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that Song Qinian was still alive.

Of course, there were times when Song Qinian in her dream wasn't allergic. He seemed very polite and didn't show any strong emotions. Even his words were polite and courteous. But she could sense his disgust and resistance towards her from that subtle atmosphere.

The special duty roster she had made for herself came in handy in her dream; they entered the dream equally, taking turns each night.

After all four of them had finished their dreams, perhaps because they were still not satisfied, on the fifth day, her body would inexplicably become hot, and an indescribable itching would emanate from deep within her body.

It was as if they were urging her to go find them.

This happened three times in a row, very regularly. On the fifth day without dreaming, her body became incredibly sensitive. She tried to reward herself, but it wasn't enough. It couldn't solve the problem at all; it only aroused deeper desires, forcing her to experience the unspeakable loneliness all night long.

In the end, her eyes were glowing green, and her eyes were bluish. Qiu Nanzhu could tell from somewhere that she was unsatisfied, or perhaps he just remembered his previous mission. He would always deliberately get close to her, silently seducing her and leading her astray.

He once again demonstrated his "ease of access" to Li Qingyan, effortlessly, without her even having to take the initiative.

Dangerous, yet useful.

A voice seemed to be tempting her: Why bother staying awake? Why bother? Why endure it? You can easily solve that emptiness with a simple grab.

Li Qingyan resisted these temptations with all her might.

Without them, she persevered, struggling to maintain her dignity and her public persona.

Even during this month, excluding her menstrual period, she often changed her underwear three times a day.

Even though she had countless misfortunes that month, falling and bumping into things countless times in corners where no one was paying attention or seeing her.

After a month, my hands and feet, especially my elbows and knees, were covered with countless new and old injuries. Before the old injuries could heal, new ones were added.

As you can see from the original text, the whole thing is full of suggestive content, no wonder she keeps having bad luck and being tormented.

She even dislocated her hand once, which caused her so much pain that tears streamed down her face. It was during that incident that Song Qinian found out.

She knew that Song Qinian had come to see her.

She even knew clearly that as long as she met Song Qinian and took the opportunity to ask him for help, she could get rid of her bad luck. Song Qinian would most likely help out of a sense of responsibility, and her torment would end, allowing her to briefly get back on track and escape her current difficult and arduous state.

She would no longer have to suffer like that.

But she held firm in the end, refusing to be swayed or meet with anyone.

It's unpleasant to be constantly passive and manipulated.

No matter how difficult it is for her, she can take this opportunity to clarify her bottom line.

Her decisiveness and resoluteness surprised everyone.

Wen Sheng would occasionally have someone bring her some food, including milk tea, but she never touched it again.

She continued to test the waters, to try and fail, accepting whatever losses or misfortunes she might suffer.

In the end, she didn't feel much pain; it seems that Sannoye shared most of it.

Of course... he might have sensed her dreams too.

He might even be able to empathize with those torments.

Because in a letter Sannoh sent back midway, he said, "Your Highness, why are you always in pain?"

"Your Highness, I keep having dreams, and my body is acting strangely."

Either I'm having sex in my dreams, or I'm always restless when I wake up early.