Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

"Young master, come out quickly! The young lady has been looking for you so much she's crying." The wet nurse, who was standing nearby, was both amused and exasperated, and quickly came over to take him out of the box.

Shen Heting gripped Song Yunzhi's chubby little hand tightly, and her pale face regained a rosy hue, her ears also turning red.

"Brother, wear your new clothes!" Song Yunzhi pointed to the newly bought clothes. "They look great!"

He shook his head, and Song Yunzhi tilted her head back, blinking her large, clear eyes, and began to fill with tears.

Shen Heting had no choice but to nod, blushing as he pulled his hand away from hers.

Those were the warmest days. He would obediently listen to her, eat well, wear clean clothes, and make all sorts of little wooden puppets for her.

It took a long time to make the bamboo whistle, and the sound it produced wasn't very pleasant, but Song Yunzhi liked it very much and blew it all day long with her little face pouting.

He was happy and carved two little figures on the bamboo whistle that night.

Later, she said she wanted to take him home and live in a big house.

He was afraid and refused to leave.

Song Yunzhi hugged him and cried. He couldn't bear to see her cry, so he nodded in agreement.

That night, the dogs on the estate kept barking. He went out to investigate, but was found by the people the emperor had sent.

He struggled and saw that those people were not satisfied with just capturing him, they even wanted to set fire to and kill him.

He grabbed the knife and slashed his own neck.

They took him away first because they were afraid he would die.

Upon returning to the palace, the emperor severely punished him with twenty lashes, each one drawing blood.

He became much more obedient, starting to compromise and fawn over others, as if he had completely forgotten everything from the past.

Xiao Ling recovered completely and became the emperor's most favored child, naturally becoming the crown prince.

And he became a loyal eunuch serving the emperor, enduring beatings and scoldings without complaint.

He acted so well that he forgot everything that had happened before.

The emperor began to trust him, and then, under the guise of kinship, made him pledge allegiance to Xiao Ling.

He readily agreed and took it very seriously, convincing everyone of his loyalty.

Only in this way can he gradually obtain everything he wants and take revenge on all the people he hates.

......

"He's awake! His Highness is awake!" Afu's excited voice rang in my ears.

Shen Heting frowned and grasped the small hand in his palm.

He slowly lifted his eyelids, and a pretty little face came closer, reaching out to touch his forehead.

"Shen Heting, are you alright?" she asked softly, her worried eyes merging with those of her memories.

Afu rushed out to find the imperial physician. Shen Heting raised his hand and pinched Song Yunzhi's face, opened his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "Why have you lost weight again?"

"You've been unconscious for three days," Song Yunzhi said gently, touching his face. "Can you get up?"

Seeing her bend down to hug him, Shen Heting quickly raised his hand and hugged her waist tightly, "Zhizhi, it hurts."

"Where else does it hurt?" She remained stiff, her fingers carefully touching his arm.

A smile appeared in the man's eyes, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I miss you so much that my heart aches."

Song Yunzhi was stunned and gave him a reproachful look.

Slowly helping him sit up, Song Yunzhi fed him some water and then some porridge.

Shen Heting stared straight at her, occasionally pinching her cheek.

Song Yunzhi gently slapped his hand away, "You can't even eat properly. I'll have Eunuch Fu feed you later."

"I do not want."

Shen Heting refused without even thinking, and obediently placed his hands on the quilt without moving.

With his strength restored, he asked, "Is Xiao Ling dead?"

"Still unconscious."

“I’ll see him off.” Shen Heting threw off the covers and got out of bed. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. When he looked up, he met Song Yunzhi’s smiling eyes.

Song Yunzhi tilted her head to look at him and said with a smile, "There's no need for such a grand ceremony for the seal of office."

Shen Heting pursed his lips, and seeing Afu bring in the imperial physician, he immediately shouted, "Everyone out!"

"Yes!" Afu quickly pulled the imperial physician out.

Song Yunzhi bent down to help him up and gently tapped his head. "You're so weak and you're still thinking about killing someone? Do you believe I'll tie you up with a rope?"

"Okay." He nodded readily.

Song Yunzhi: "......"

After the imperial physician came in to check his pulse and confirmed that everything was alright, Shen Heting said he wanted to take a bath.

Afu was particularly attentive and came over to serve him, but Shen Heting chased him away with a dark face.

"I'll go out and call for help," Song Yunzhi said, standing up.

Her wrist was grabbed, and she was instantly pulled into a strong embrace. A hoarse, seductive voice whispered in her ear, "Zhizhi, I can only let you see this."

"Shen Heting, you're not allowed to act like a hooligan now."

“I didn’t,” he said seriously. “I haven’t kissed you since I woke up.”

If he wasn't afraid she'd find him unattractive, he would have kissed her long ago.

I need to take a shower first.

Meeting his earnest gaze, Song Yunzhi had someone arrange a bathtub and hot water, dismissed the others, and helped him over.

The mist swirled around him, making his pale skin appear and disappear.

Song Yunzhi had never served anyone before, so she grabbed a bath towel and casually rubbed him.

Shen Heting's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He raised his arm, which was covered in water droplets, and grasped the small hand on his back. "I can do it myself. You can sit over there and rest."

"Didn't you tell me to serve you?" Song Yunzhi splashed water on his chest.

The man smiled helplessly, "How could I dare?"

Song Yunzhi sat down next to him, staring straight at him without feeling shy at all.

Shen Heting felt a burning sensation in his heart as she stared at him. He turned his back, and every inch of him revealed his excitement and affection for her.

After quickly washing up, he turned to look at her and said, "I'm getting up."

"Ah."

Song Yunzhi nodded and waited for him to stand up.

Shen Heting's brow twitched slightly. His long, well-defined fingers rested on the edge of the bathtub. He tilted his head and asked in a gentle tone, "Does Your Majesty mean to see me?"

Seeing him stand up so casually, Song Yunzhi realized what was happening and immediately turned around, "Shen Heting!"

"Your Majesty, I am here." He put on his clothes and embraced her from behind. "I thought Your Majesty wouldn't be shy."

Song Yunzhi slapped his hand away, "Put on some clothes, don't freeze."

Shen Heting bent down and picked her up horizontally, saying, "It's dark, go to sleep."

......

The candlelight reflected off the tent. Afu sat outside the tent, chin in hand, listening intently to the unspeakable conversation inside.

"Shen Heting, will this work?"

"It should work."

"Isn't it a little small?"

"Not too big, just right."

Inside, Shen Heting forced the knee pads, which were a size too small, onto his legs, put his hands on his hips, and casually walked to the tent entrance, saying, "Afu."

"Your Excellency, why have you come out?" Afu quickly stood up.

Shen Heting subtly lifted the hem of his shirt. "Are you wearing knee pads?"

Afu immediately replied cleverly, "This servant's knee pads are from last year, I don't know where I lost them. Yours are really nice, sir, and they look very warm."

"This was a gift from the Imperial Concubine." Shen Heting tossed him a bag of silver with satisfaction. "If no one else is giving you one, go buy one yourself."

"Alright, thank you, sir!"

Ah Fu chuckled as he accepted the money and skillfully tucked it into his pocket.

Seeing the man return showing off, Song Yunzhi didn't know what to say for a moment.

Shen Heting climbed onto the bed, leaned over and kissed her cheek, his eyes bright, "Zhizhi, I like it."

"Take it off quickly, I'll alter it to be bigger for you tomorrow," Song Yunzhi said, unable to suppress a laugh.

Shen Heting was unwilling, but Song Yunzhi pulled his ear and said, "Hurry up."

"Oh," he replied honestly.

Seeing Song Yunzhi come closer, he reached out and hugged her, then lowered his head to kiss her, saying, "Little crybaby, I meant I like you."

"Ok?"

"Let's cry one more time."

He pulled up the blanket and leaned over to cover himself.