After Being Marked by the Eldest Princess, I Got Pregnant with Her Child [Transmigration into a Novel] - Chapter 29

She soon saw Xiao Yunli again.

It was during a minor skirmish with the Kingdom of Li. Unfortunately, she had been poisoned, Li people were skilled in crafting toxins, and she had fallen victim to an ambush.

Xiao Yunli brought her the antidote. At the time, she hadn’t known the woman in white standing before her was the princess of Li.

“Think about it without me, you would have died in a foreign land. How could you even be standing here now?”

Xiao Yunli’s body felt weak, the effects of the power-dispersing drug Yan Chen had given her beginning to take hold. Sweat beaded on half her forehead.

After a long silence, Yan Chen finally spoke. “You did help me once.”

That time, the poison had been too potent. The antidote Xiao Yunli provided had saved her life. Not long after, when they met again on the battlefield, she realized with shock that this woman was an enemy of the Xiao clan.

“There’s no need to bring up the past.” They had saved each other in the beginning, only to later become locked in a life-and-death struggle.

Since they belonged to opposing kingdoms, each had their own duty to fulfill. Xiao Yunli’s persistence was truly tiresome.

Yan Chen looked at her, something flickering briefly in her eyes before she said flatly, “The antidote.”

She had no intention of enduring the torment of Ye Jiao day after day. The longer this poison lingered in her body, the greater the harm.

Xiao Yunli’s expression darkened. None of her tactics worked on Yan Chen, she simply wasn’t swayed by such methods. Realizing this woman felt nothing for her, Xiao Yunli’s heart burned with a desire for vengeance, to destroy everything.

Finally, she swallowed her anger and said slowly, “This is a love poison.”

Yan Chen considered her words as Xiao Yunli’s smile deepened.

“Your Majesty, are you just letting her leave like this?”

The Shaoshi emerged from within, having reached her limit. The queen’s actions today had left her deeply disappointed. She hadn’t developed Ye Jiao to subdue the people of Zhao, she had done it to be with the one she loved.

How could a woman of Li fall for her own enemy?

A sharp glint flashed in the Shaoshi’s eyes before vanishing just as quickly.

Watching Yan Chen’s retreating figure, something restless stirred in her heart.

“Let her go. We’ll meet again.”

If Yan Chen refused to become her partner, keeping her here was pointless. Besides, just now, she might not have been able to stop her even if she tried.

Xiao Yunli’s resentment festered. If she couldn’t have Yan Chen, she wouldn’t let anyone else have her either.

This was all Yan Chen’s own choice.

At the Grand Princess’s residence, Song Shujiu paced anxiously, her heart unsettled. She had no news of Yan Chen’s situation.

Just as she was lost in thought, a familiar figure appeared at the door. She turned and rushed forward, eyes bright with relief. “You’re back.”

Yan Chen looked at her. Though only a few hours had passed, the girl already seemed noticeably more haggard. Sensing her worry, Yan Chen reassured her, “I’m fine.”

Xiao Yunli had let her return so easily, without pursuit there was likely more to come.

Song Shujiu’s tension eased slightly, the knot in her chest loosening. But then, without warning, she doubled over, retching violently.

Yan Chen stepped closer, gently patting her back, her expression pained.

“Prepare some broth.”

Seventeen nodded and left.

Once she had finally calmed down, Song Shujiu wrapped herself in a cloak, gripping the fabric tightly. These bouts of morning sickness were so unpredictable.

Yan Chen helped her sit down.

Suddenly, a dull ache pulsed through her mind, Ye Jiao. She had been suppressing it fiercely, but it still flared up intermittently, disrupting her focus.

Song Shujiu noticed immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked urgently.

A familiar glint flashed in Yan Chen’s eyes, one that Song Shu Jiu recognized instantly. She immediately stood up to face her. With only the two of them left in the room, Yan Chen’s presence enveloped them completely, unrestrained. Song Shu Jiu understood, yet Yan Chen seemed determined to hold back despite her obvious discomfort, not uttering a word.

Warmth flooded Song Shu Jiu’s heart as she wrapped her arms around Yan Chen’s neck. “Don’t hold back if it hurts.”

Those words loosened Yan Chen’s restraint. The poison was indeed relentless these past few days, she hadn’t dared let her guard down for a moment.

Now, with Song Shu Jiu’s delicate form right before her, the soft fragrance of wisteria filling the room, Yan Chen’s gaze darkened. She lifted a hand to gently press against Song Shu Jiu’s cheek her skin had grown even more radiant, likely due to her pregnancy, glowing with an almost ethereal allure.

Leaning down, Yan Chen brushed her lips against that warmth, and Song Shu Jiu melted instantly under her touch.

Their scents intertwined as Yan Chen deepened the kiss. When Hong Chou and the others arrived, Shi Qi stood guard outside the door, blocking their path.

“Don’t go in.”

Hong Chou frowned. “We have urgent matters to report to Her Highness.”

“Not now.”

Shi Qi’s expression remained stern as she held her ground.

“What’s going on?”

The group finally sensed something amiss and peered curiously toward the door, only to find the intricately carved wood firmly shut.

Shi Qi studied them before remarking, “And here I thought you all worked at Lanyue Pavilion.”

Given the situation, the princess and Miss Song were undoubtedly…

Hong Chou’s eyes lit up with sudden understanding, followed by excitement. “Let me take a peek, I’ve never seen it before!”

She truly hadn’t witnessed the princess doting on someone.

The thought itched at her, fueling her desire to catch a glimpse.

“Just a quick look through the crack.”

Shi Qi glared. “No.”

If they were caught spying, she wouldn’t dare face the princess’ wrath tomorrow.

Hong Chou fidgeted impatiently, rising onto her toes in an attempt to peer past.

Inside the room.

Song Shu Jiu was pinned against a pillar, her wrists restrained. The Night’s Allure in Yan Chen’s system had triggered her own Rain’s Dew cycle.

The dual sensations crashing through her were far from pleasant.

Yan Chen retrieved an exquisitely carved white jade stone. A cool touch made Song Shu Jiu shiver before her face was tilted up, met with a searing kiss. Yan Chen’s hand cradled her abdomen protectively, Xiao Yunli’s words had been veiled, but she understood. To neutralize this poison, she needed someone highly compatible.

And the woman before her was the perfect remedy.

Song Shu Jiu trembled, struck by how unusually tender Yan Chen’s movements were today. The patterns carved into the pillar behind her scraped against her skin with each thrust, threatening to draw out cries she struggled to suppress.

“What a shame we missed the Flower Cart Festival.”

She had longed to experience it with Yan Chen, only for their plans to be ruined.

In her heart, Song Shu Jiu cursed Xiao Yunli and the others thoroughly.

While warmth and indulgence filled the princess’ residence, the imperial palace stood in stark contrast, Yan Yue had been weighed down with thoughts lately.

That day, Xie Mingyou had whisked her away through the window, sparing her the humiliation of being seen in such a state.

Her feelings toward Xie Mingyou were complicated, to say the least.

Two days had passed without a sign of her. Staring at the empty hall, Yan Yue felt an inexplicable hollowness.

A sudden gust of wind brushed against her ear, stirring loose strands of hair. Startled, she turned only to meet Xie Mingyou’s emerald-green gaze fixed intently on her.

Yan Yue’s pulse quickened.

Afraid her earlier thoughts might be exposed, she coughed twice, masking her fluster.

The coughing fit unexpectedly triggered her constitution, flushing her cheeks crimson without relief. Seeing this, Xie Mingyou reached out instinctively to soothe her.

Her hand froze mid-air, what did it matter to her whether Yan Yue coughed or not?

Yan Yue was a master of deception. Who was this frail act meant for?

A plea for mercy?

Hmph.

Xie Mingyou lowered her hand and watched coldly as the performance unfolded.

Clutching her chest, Yan Yue felt a surge of metallic warmth rise in her throat.

“Pfft—”

A mouthful of blood sprayed forth. Xie Mingyou’s pupils dilated in shock. After a stunned beat, she lunged forward, yanking Yan Yue into her arms, her voice sharp with urgency: “You’re injured?”

Who could possibly harm the sovereign of a nation?

Between ragged coughs, Yan Yue met her concerned gaze and suddenly, a memory flickered. A youthful voice echoed in her ears: “A-Yue, you’re hurt?”

“Let me bandage it.”

The past surged like a tide. She and Ayou had been playing hide-and-seek while her elder sister attended lessons under their mother’s orders. Frail and excused from studies, young Yan Yue had whiled away hours with her companion.

Hiding, waiting to be found.

Just as Ayou closed in, Yan Yue had gathered her skirts to slip behind a tree, only to trip over an unseen stone.

The scrape on her palm stung.

That familiar figure from her memories. She’d once had a playmate named Ayou.

Yan Yue jolted awake to the realization: she’d forgotten this person entirely. No wonder she’d felt something missing.

“Ayou…”

Xie Mingyou’s arms trembled as Yan Yue murmured the name vacantly into empty air.

Her heart began to twist with uncontrollable anguish.

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