Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Akahoshi thought to herself: [Whether she's cunning or not, I don't know; she's definitely disgusting.]

Just as he was about to vomit, Zhao Linheng came over and tried to hug Chixing.

Akahoshi dodged his outstretched arm and slapped him across the face.

With a "smack," Zhao Linheng's face was turned to the side, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He grimaced in pain, his face full of astonishment.

"Red Star?"

He said this through gritted teeth, clearly not expecting Akahoshi to dare hit him.

Chi Xing moved a little further away, and spoke coldly: "I am already the Empress of Dongqi, and His Majesty is my husband."

"You mean you want me to help you deal with my husband?"

His eyes were filled with disbelief, the kind of look you give someone who's an idiot.

Zhao Linheng assumed he was still angry and coaxed him in a low voice, "Xing'er, I was really wrong. Actually, I'm also very upset, but now that things have come to this, don't be willful. Be good. As long as you help me find the Imperial Seal, I will definitely make you Empress."

What if I say I don't want to do it?

"What?" Zhao Linheng was taken aback. At this moment, Chi Xing's face was full of sarcasm, not at all like a lovers' quarrel.

"Xing'er, don't be willful." Zhao Linheng tried to control him with words.

However, Akahoshi's eyes held a deeper mockery, and when she looked at him, there was no trace of the admiration she once had.

"I used to think you looked a bit like His Majesty, so I just used you as a stand-in. You idiot, you actually believed it."

Chi Xing's words gradually faded, and Zhao Linheng could only hear the cracking sound of his clenched fists, and Chi Xing's mockery echoed in his ears once more.

"It's an honor for you to bear a resemblance to His Majesty; otherwise, do you think I would even speak to you?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, it was also my arrangement for my father to provoke His Majesty, just to anger him so that he would summon me to the palace."

Chi Xing glanced at a corner of clothing in the shadows and said smugly, "His Majesty is the most handsome man I have ever seen. I have admired him for many years. You are just a substitute for him when I can't get close to His Majesty."

"You don't actually think I'm in love with you, do you?" Akahoshi laughed out loud.

"I've already married the man I love. Guess what, I might tell my husband about your plot to rebel?"

"Red Star, say it again?" Zhao Linheng squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

When his dignity as a man was insulted, Zhao Linheng could no longer suppress his temper and questioned him in a deep voice.

So, all those things you said before...

Akahoshi chuckled: "Which? You mean practicing how to say sweet nothings to me?"

"Hahaha, of course I'm treating you like him. Who do you think you are? A prince who was banished to his fiefdom by the late emperor long ago. If it weren't for my husband's mercy, do you think you'd still be alive?"

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Linheng grabbed a chair and hurled it at Chixing. Chixing instinctively raised his hand to block it, but a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him, and the sound of the wooden chair shattering filled his ears.

He fell into a warm embrace, and a figure descended from the rooftop, a sharp blade gleaming in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Linheng escaped through the window, and the man who fell from the roof chased after him with a knife.

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Yuheng seemed to disregard the man, focusing only on whether Chi Xing was injured.

Akahoshi lowered her head and said, "No, it's nothing."

Distrusting him, Zhao Yuheng took him back to the courtyard where he lived.

Upon entering the room, he immediately began checking Akahoshi for injuries, his brows furrowed as he stared at Akahoshi's bright red palms.

Chi Xing clenched his fist and whispered, "My hand turned red when I slapped him."

Zhao Yuheng grasped his hand and noticed that Chi Xing's hand was a bit bigger than his own, but it was fair, slender, and very beautiful.

Thinking of something, Zhao Yuheng said unhappily, "Go wash your hands."

Xingxing actually touched that person's face; her hands must have been dirty.

Akahoshi followed his lead, washed her hands with warm water, and asked somewhat awkwardly, "Your Majesty, are you angry?"

His cautious demeanor reminded Zhao Yuheng of what he had said to Zhao Linheng, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah, I'm angry." But he didn't say what he was angry about, leaving Akahoshi to guess.

Akahoshi:......

Who says I'm hard to please? Ayu is hard to please too!

He ordered someone to bring over some ointment, which Zhao Yuheng gently applied to Chixing's slightly red palm. Even Chixing himself felt that this was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"It doesn't hurt at all, Your Majesty..."

"When traveling incognito, there's no need to address Your Majesty." Zhao Yuheng said this as if he didn't care, and helped Chi Xing put on her cloak.

Chi Xing tentatively asked, "Then, my husband?"

Zhao Yuheng paused for a moment, then softly hummed in agreement.

"Next time, you're not allowed to hide anything from me, Xingxing. You said I'm your husband."

With her big eyes blinking, Akahoshi couldn't help but ask, "You heard everything?"

Zhao Yuheng reached out and hugged him, noticing that he had gained some weight and seemed to have grown a bit taller.

"You said you treated him as a substitute for me, Xingxing, is what you said true?"

They almost had a misunderstanding because they hadn't asked before, so Zhao Yuheng decided it was better to clarify things.

He didn't want to misunderstand Xingxing, and he wanted to know if Xingxing felt the same way about him.

Akahoshi met his gaze and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.

"It's true, I've loved you for so long, for countless years, but you didn't know."

As she spoke, her eyes began to well up with tears again.

“When I entered the palace, you neglected me, and I didn’t want to live anymore.”

So, Xingxing had always known that he was deliberately ignoring her?

Zhao Yuheng's breath hitched. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain that he didn't know at the time.

Imagine Xingxing, full of anticipation for dressing up, only to find herself in a simple carriage that deliberately took a long detour, living in a remote courtyard after entering the palace, and eating cold rice and vegetable juice...

The stars all know that he arranged all of this.

No wonder the imperial physician said he was ill from worry; therefore, Xingxing's worries were because of him.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Yuheng raised his hand to wipe away the tears in Chixing's eyes, his heart aching as if it were being cut by a knife.

Akahoshi grasped his hand and placed it on her face: "I was just being dramatic. You didn't even know I liked you back then."

"Besides, it's my business that I like you, and it would be selfish of me to ask for your response."

What did Ayu do wrong? He has no memory, yet he not only has to be cannon fodder facing danger, but also has to endure his own unreasonable behavior.

Chixing felt sorry for Ayu just thinking about it.

But he also felt wronged, because every time he chased after Ayu to the Little World, Ayu never recognized him.

He hugged Zhao Yuheng, buried his face in his shoulder, and choked out a sob:

"Ayu, I'm so tired."

Zhao Yuheng felt numb with heartache. He never imagined that he would one day truly fall in love with someone, especially a spoiled brat he had casually pointed at.

"It's my fault that the stars have suffered."

Akahoshi shook his head: "It's not bitter. I knew you would respond."

They embraced for a long time until An Yi's voice came from outside the screen: "Master, he has escaped."

Zhao Yuheng didn't care much: "Issue an arrest warrant. If the Prince of Lin intends to rebel, he should be demoted to a commoner."

An Yi: "Yes."