After being bound to the procreation system, the little female seduces everyone in the beast world.

Because Yan Shu had such a strong presence, the females didn't dare to linger.

They finally left, and the courtyard returned to calm. Yan Shu stood there, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

She had just turned to leave when she suddenly felt an unbearable heat rising from her stomach, and the burning sensation came over her again like a tidal wave.

She involuntarily clutched her stomach, her steps faltering. Her once firm strides suddenly became rapid, as if something was churning inside her, and the intense heat made her breath quicken.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge. She forced herself to endure the discomfort, her brows furrowed, and walked toward the room.

When they saw Yan Shu's appearance, A Xu, A Hou, and A Ling's expressions changed instantly.

Ah Xu was the first to reach out and support her shoulder, his brows furrowed. "Shu Shu, what's wrong? You look very strange!"

His tone was urgent, and his voice carried an undisguised concern.

Yan Shu endured the burning sensation and tried her best to remain calm.

She smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

Her tone was clearly evasive, yet her face was pale and cold sweat had soaked her forehead, indicating that her physical condition was far worse than she claimed.

Ah Xu was not fooled by her words and quickly looked around, trying to find anything that could help her.

"Is something wrong with your health? Ah-hou, go and fetch the elders right now!"

Upon hearing Ah Xu's shout, Ah Hou immediately responded and ran outside, his steps hurried and disordered.

Ah Ling also nervously approached, her voice filled with worry: "My lord, please lie down first."

Ah Chen's eyes were red with anxiety. He wanted to help, but he didn't know what to do.

Yan Shu took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging heat. She raised her hand and waved it weakly: "No need... no need to disturb anyone else. I'm just feeling a little unwell, it'll be fine in a bit."

Her voice was as light as a feather, but to Ah Xu it was like a heavy hammer blow.

His brows furrowed tightly as he reached out to touch her forehead. The touch was burning hot, and alarm bells rang in his heart instantly.

"Shushu, don't push yourself. This doesn't seem like a normal discomfort." Ah Xu's voice was low, but with a hint of urgency. "The mark might be stimulating the baby."

Upon hearing the word "child," Yan Shu slightly opened her tightly closed eyes.

"I……"

She had just opened her mouth when the burning sensation in her chest suddenly intensified, as if something was burning inside her. She clutched her stomach and bent over abruptly.

Ah Xu held Yan Shu's hand tightly. Seeing her furrowed brows and pale face, a wave of worry surged through his heart.

Without hesitation, he bent down and extended his wrist in front of her.

"Shushu," his voice was low and urgent, "you must drink some of my blood."

Yan Shu no longer had the strength to resist. She weakly raised her eyes and looked at the determination flashing in A Xu's eyes, understanding that he meant there was no room for refusal.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Ah Xu's eyes sharpened, and he ran his fingers across his wrist, drawing blood instantly. He quickly brought his wrist to her lips and whispered, "Shu Shu, drink it quickly."

Warm blood flowed into her mouth.

The warm blood, carrying a strange sensation, entered Yan Shu's body.

She could feel the blood flowing in her throat, and her body gradually warmed up.

Gradually, Yan Shu's breathing became more steady, and her face was no longer as pale as paper.

She slightly opened her eyes, and through her blurry vision, she met Ah Xu's eyes, which were full of worry.

His face showed a hint of fatigue, and blood was still slowly seeping from his wrist, showing no sign of stopping.

"Ah Xu..." Her voice was weak, but tinged with heartache, "How could you... be so foolish?"

When Ah Xu saw her speak, the anxiety in his eyes finally eased a little, but his tone was still unquestionable: "Shu Shu, I'm not stupid. This little bit of blood means nothing to me, but it's different for you."

Yan Shu raised her hand tremblingly, trying to push his wrist away, but she was too weak and had almost no effect.

Her eyes were filled with guilt.

Ah Xu grasped her hand and gently moved his wrist away from her lips, the movement both gentle and firm, leaving no room for resistance.

He said in a low voice, "Don't move around, wait a bit."

Yan Shu breathed weakly, a trace of blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth. As her warm breath gradually returned, she could feel the burning sensation in her chest gradually weakening, and the excruciating pain that seemed to be devouring her was finally suppressed.

Ah Xu held her in his arms and gently stroked her back, as if to comfort her, and also to comfort himself.

He murmured softly, "It's alright, I'm here. Shushu, you must take good care of yourself."

His voice was as gentle as a warm spring breeze, yet it carried an unconcealable heartache.

Yan Shu leaned against him, closed her eyes, and the tension in her heart finally eased.

Ah Ling and Ah Chen knelt by the bed, too nervous to speak.

Ah Ling's usually pale face looked even more bloodless, her fingers trembled slightly, and her eyes revealed deep fear.

His eyes were fixed on Yan Shu, as if he was worried that she would fall into pain again at any moment.

Ah Chen lowered his head, his hands tightly gripping the blankets on the bedside, his shoulders trembling slightly from suppressing his emotions.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes were filled with deep regret and helplessness.

Neither of them knew what else they could do, so they could only kneel there stiffly, as if afraid that any movement they made would make things worse for Yan Shu.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by a clear but slightly anxious voice: "What's going on?"

The elder strode in, her brows furrowed with unusual tension, her gaze fixed intently on Yan Shu on the bed.

Even though she was usually calm and composed, she couldn't hide the worry on her face at this moment.

"How is Yan Shu?" The elder's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable authority.

She approached the bedside, her gaze sweeping over the wound on Ah Xu's wrist and Yan Shu's weak breathing, her eyes filled with anxiety.

Ah Xu held Yan Shu in his arms and gently looked up at the elder, "Shu Shu's condition has stabilized for the time being, and the baby should be fine too."

His gaze darkened, and his voice carried a hint of self-reproach, "It's my fault for not taking good care of her."

Ah Ling and Ah Chen echoed in unison, "It's all my fault."

The elder's gaze lingered on Yan Shu's face for a moment, then swept over A Ling and A Chen, his tone softening slightly: "Let me check on the children's condition."

She gently placed her hand on Yan Shu's wrist and closed her eyes to take her pulse.

The room was completely silent, except for the sounds of Ah Xu, Ah Ling, and Ah Chen holding their breath; even the air seemed to freeze.

"This child's bloodline... has reverted to its ancestral form."