Transmigrated into a goddess from another world, and criticized the King of Yan for loving her like

She was dressed neatly and slowly approached Yan Xuanye with a hint of expectation in her eyes, hoping to resolve his knot with words.

"Let go, and don't let you, me, and the people around us suffer anymore. As the crown prince of Fengyuan, you will have the throne in your pocket in the future. You can choose any woman in the world, so why worry about not having a beautiful woman?"

"When you left Nanchang, didn't the emperor give you more than ten beauties? They will surely be willing to serve you. Why don't you give it a try?"

Su Qingci seemed to be sincere and affectionate, but in fact she had no feelings for him. No woman who loved a man would push her beloved to someone else.

Therefore, there really was no place for him in her heart.

It was unknown how long it took before Yan Xuanye slowly figured things out.

He kept reminding himself that this was all Lu Huan's fault, his fault alone, and had nothing to do with Su Qingci. She was also a victim, and he didn't dare to vent his anger on her.

As long as Lu Huan died and he treated her and the baby in her belly well, she would understand sooner or later.

He suppressed his anger, but had already made up his mind to get rid of Lu Huan as soon as possible and make a wine vessel with his head, only then could he ease the hatred in his heart.

Su Qingci didn't know what Yan Xuanye was thinking, she just thought it was strange that he suddenly stopped being angry. But the paranoia and possessiveness in his eyes did not diminish at all, and he still stared at her eyes tightly.

Yan Xuanye calmed down and said, "You should drink the medicine to preserve your pregnancy. I'll ask the maid to make it and bring it to you."

Su Qingci didn't say much, but she was extremely resistant in her heart. She would never drink any medicine he brought, even if he said it was for preserving the fetus.

Yan Xuanye walked to the door, and seemed to remember something, and as if deliberately provoking her, he said with a provocative smile: "By the way, I plan to tell my uncle that you are pregnant with my child and I want to marry you as my principal wife."

He smiled coldly, like a demon in the dark night, "You should take good care of yourself. In a month, I will officially marry you as my principal wife in the royal court. You should prepare well."

After Su Qingci heard Yan Xuanye's words, her face turned pale in an instant. She glared at him and shouted, "Impossible! According to what you said, after that shaman said that, your uncle would never agree to let you marry me!"

Yan Xuanye was unmoved by her anger and simply responded, "You don't know, my uncle is not in good health. Now, all matters, big or small, in the court of King Fengyuan are decided by me."

"If I say one thing, no one dares to say another."

"This is not your call. In a month, you will become my bride." After saying that, Yan Xuanye strode out of the room, as if he didn't want to hear her resistance anymore, and fled in a hurry.

Su Qingci fell on the carpet, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know how to get rid of Yan Xuanye's entanglement, nor did she know what fate would be waiting for her in the future.

In the following days, Yan Xuanye placed Su Qingci under house arrest in the room and sent many maids to guard her at all times, not allowing her to leave the palace at all times.

She told others that she was pregnant, unwell, and unable to go out due to the cold weather.

Even when Yan Nanzhu wanted to see her, she was rejected by Yan Xuanye.

He imprisoned her like a madman and would not let her see anyone except himself and his maid.

Su Qingci sometimes felt that he wanted to drive her crazy, to force her to the point where she couldn't bear it anymore, to force her to compromise with him and stay with him willingly.

He is both cold and strong.

If she wasn't pregnant and had to take her body into consideration, she felt that Yan Xuanye didn't want to see her or talk to her at all, and the two of them seemed to be in a cold war every day.

Apart from Yan Xuanye asking her to drink pregnancy-preserving medicine every day, the two of them had almost no communication.

He seemed annoyed with her, but not tired of her.

Because, as soon as it gets dark every day, he will come to the bedroom on time, eat with her, watch her bathe and wash, and then fall asleep with his arms around her waist.

Su Qingci's morning sickness became more and more severe. She couldn't eat anything every day, and would dry heave if she smelled any greasy food. Sometimes, her appetite would improve and she would eat more, but she would definitely vomit again.

This child made her restless, and every night before going to bed, Yan Xuanye would scold the baby in her belly.

"This disobedient child is indeed Lu Huan's evil offspring. If it were my offspring, he would definitely be well-behaved and sensible and would not make you feel uncomfortable."

He didn't know when he learned to be sarcastic and competitive.

Su Qingci was already feeling uncomfortable due to her pregnancy. She couldn't eat or sleep well every day. She had to listen to his sour words every night. The dissatisfaction in her heart had already piled up like a mountain.

She pointed at the door and said in a bad tone, "Either shut up or get out and sleep in a separate bed. Your choice."

At first, Yan Xuanye wanted to argue, "I am telling the truth."

Later, Su Qingci got angry and had a stomachache. Yan Xuanye never dared to speak nonsense again.

A month passed in a flash. During this time, Su Qingci thought about escaping countless times, but he never had the chance.

It is now the middle of winter, and if she wants to leave the Fengyuan royal court alone, she will die.

It would have been fine if she was the only one to die, but unfortunately she was carrying Lu Huan's child in her belly.

Moreover, she was locked up in the bedroom by Yan Xuanye every day, with guards inside and outside. Not even a bird could fly out, let alone a woman who was so weak that she couldn't even tie a chicken.

……

One month later, on a calculated day, in the royal court of Fengyuan State, in the thick night, the wedding of Prince Yan Xuanye of Fengyuan State and his princess was about to take place.

That night, flags were flying, colorful silks were dancing, and the great altar stood tall in the center of the royal court, surrounded by blazing bonfires, reflecting the solemn and expectant faces of the people.

Su Qingci was wearing a gorgeous Fengyuan wedding dress. The bright colors and exquisite embroidery set off each other, but the dazzling wedding dress was like a heavy yoke that made her breathless.

Her face was as pale as paper and her eyes were empty, like a puppet without a soul.

Her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and inside was the little life she had been waiting for for a long time, but this little life was not Yan Xuanye's child.

Su Qingci thought, she is really not a human being, she actually wants to marry Yan Xuanye with Lu Huan's child. This kind of behavior will be despised to death by the world in Nanchang.

Every step seemed to be of great weight. She looked at the towering altar, her heart filled with despair and resistance.

Why did I come to this point...I can't marry Yan Xuanye, I absolutely can't!

Su Qingci shouted in his heart.

Scenes from the past kept flashing through her mind, those little moments with Lu Huan, the sweetness and warmth they once had.

Now, she is forced to marry this man who has taken advantage of her and turned her life upside down. She is unwilling and reluctant to do so.

Forced to walk forward with unsteady steps, Su Qingci's eyes began to wander around, looking for a possible way to escape.

Even if there was only a slight chance, she had to escape from this place and return to Lu Huan. This thought grew wildly in her mind.

Yan Xuanye was dressed in formal attire and wearing a crown. He looked at Su Qingci who was walking slowly towards him with burning eyes. There was both complacency and a hint of complex emotions that were difficult to detect in his eyes.

The witches who were performing the sacrifices were surrounding the altar, chanting something, holding bone staffs in their hands, on which were engraved the mysterious images of gods and wolves.

As the wizards danced, bursts of strange smoke rose from the altar, as if conveying the mortals' prayers to the gods.

The sounds of gongs, drums and trumpets intertwined and resounded throughout the royal court.

But in Su Qingci's ears, all this was like a death spell.

The wizards began to tell fortunes. They threw tortoise shells into the fire and observed the cracks on the shells to predict the fortune and future of the marriage.

"May the gods bless this marriage and may my royal court prosper for generations!" The chief wizard shouted loudly, and his voice echoed over the royal court.

Auspicious marriage? How is that possible?