Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

Everything was in complete silence, save for the occasional sound of drums.

The lights in Yuqing Palace were still bright.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the emperor tossing and turning on the dragon bed.

His brows were furrowed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he was trapped in a nightmare again.

Tian Yichen woke up in fear and looked around.

"Another nightmare..."

He muttered to himself, trying to calm his racing heart.

Years of insomnia and nightmares have become his normal every night.

He lay quietly on the bed, thinking of those clean, clear eyes, and that delicate little face that was difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

"An Jiu, are you here?"

He asked softly towards the sky, with a barely perceptible expectation in his voice.

"Your Majesty, An Jiu is always here."

The young man's voice was gentle and clear, coming from the beams of the house, like a stream of clear spring flowing through Tian Yichen's anxious heart.

Hearing the boy's response, Tian Yichen felt inexplicably relieved.

He slowly closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

In the next few days, whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Tian Yichen would always ask this question out of habit.

"An Jiu, are you here?"

The little secret guard always stood on the beam not far away and responded to him, as if it had become a tacit understanding between them.

That night, Tian Yichen lay on the dragon bed, his eyes closed and his brows twisted into a knot, obviously immersed in a deep nightmare.

In his dream, he returned to his carefree childhood. It was a bright spring day, and his mother held his hand and strolled in the imperial garden with a gentle smile on her face.

The scene changed, and the queen mother suddenly covered her chest and fell to the ground in pain. Her face was as pale as paper, and black blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Mother!"

Tian Yichen was terrified and wanted to rush forward, but he found that his body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles. He could only watch his mother slowly close her eyes in front of him.

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure came into view. It was the imperial concubine most favored by my father. She had a sneer on her lips and a smug light in her eyes.

Tian Yichen suddenly realized that it was the Imperial Concubine who poisoned his mother's tea!

He roared angrily, wanting to expose the concubine's crimes, but his voice was strangled in his throat by an invisible force and could not be uttered.

"No! Mother!"

Tian Yichen screamed in his dream, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the nightmare.

He was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was beating as violently as a drum.

Everything around him seemed so real, yet also a little unreal, making him unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He sat up and looked around, finding that the chamber was completely silent, with only the crackling of candlelight occasionally breaking the tranquility of the night.

The queen mother's smile lingered in his mind, forming a sharp contrast with the tragic scene in his dream, which made him feel heartbroken.

"Mother..."

Tian Yichen called out softly and closed his eyes, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but the memory of his mother's death was engraved in his mind like a brand that could not be erased.

"An Jiu... come down and talk to me."

There was a hint of fragility in Tian Yichen's voice.

Liu Qianyu's figure flashed, and she landed lightly in front of the dragon bed, kneeling down to salute.

"His Majesty."

Tian Yichen looked at the young boy, his pretty face that was difficult to tell whether it was androgynous, and it looked particularly gentle under the candlelight.

The boy's eyes were clear as water, filled with worry and concern.

"Stand up, come over here, and talk to me."

He waved his hand, motioning her to get up and sit down beside the bed.

Liu Qianyu walked to the dragon bed as she was told, sat on the footstool, and looked at him with her innocent and beautiful eyes.

A constant stream of fresh fragrance wafted from the young man's body, like a soothing aroma, which gradually calmed his mood.

"What kind of fragrance are you wearing? Aren't secret guards supposed to be concealed and not have any smell on their bodies?"

"I've had it since I can remember. It used to be very light, so no one could smell it. I don't know why, but it's gotten stronger with age. But now An Jiu's martial arts are very good, and ordinary people can't get close to me, so it can't affect my concealment."

Liu Qianyu's tone is as innocent as a child's.

"Now only Your Majesty is qualified to smell it. Doesn't Your Majesty like it?"

Tian Yichen looked at her beautiful and innocent face, his throat rolling up and down, and the greed in his heart became stronger.

He tried to divert attention.

"What do you usually do?"

"Your Majesty, An Jiu spends every day practicing martial arts and protecting Your Majesty."

Liu Qianyu's voice is clear and pleasant, with a pair of dimples faintly visible.

"Oh? Are these the only two things? Wouldn't that be boring?"

Liu Qianyu shook her head, her beautiful eyelashes fluttering, and her pretty eyes looked at Tian Yichen with sincerity.

"No, An Jiu came here just for Your Majesty. He was born to protect Your Majesty."

Her voice was soft and warm.

There is a person who stands for himself and comes only to protect himself.

It’s like an orphan who has been abandoned for a long time, and suddenly a relative who loves you dearly comes.

Tian Yichen's heart felt hot, and his inner self was like a misty hot spring pool, with wisps of mist rising up and becoming extremely soft.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Liu Qianyu's soft face, greedily feeling the warmth coming from her delicate and smooth skin.

Liu Qianyu was like a docile and well-behaved kitten. She tilted her head and rubbed Tian Yichen's palm gently.

At that moment, Tian Yichen's heart seemed to be gently scratched by a cat, and an unprecedented feeling spread in his heart.

He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, lay down and pulled up the quilt.

Cover up the secretly hot body and hide the disordered breath.

Tian Yichen wanted to suppress the strange throbbing in his heart.

"I'm going to sleep first, you stay here and watch over me."

"Well, your majesty, have a sweet dream."

Liu Qianyu nodded obediently.

Have a good dream? I'm lucky if I don't have a nightmare.

Tian Yichen closed his eyes and laughed at himself.

I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know if it was because of An Jiu's company or the unique fragrance of the boy. My originally tense nerves gradually relaxed, and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."

The eunuch Zhao Shunan outside the house knocked on the door.

Tian Yichen suddenly opened his eyes and found that it was already daybreak and he had slept so soundly.

"Your Majesty, all is well."

Tian Yichen turned his head and found Liu Qianyu lying on the footstool, greeting him with her beautiful eyes.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings about to fly, and her clear eyes were full of concern and tenderness.

"Well, I have to go to court soon, you should go back and rest early."

Tian Yichen felt a little pity for her when he saw her staying with him all night without sleep.

"His Majesty."

The voice of the eunuch Zhao Shunan outside the house sounded again.

Liu Qianyu smiled at the emperor, then jumped and disappeared on the beam.

"Enter."

Zhao Shunan, who was outside the door, was startled when he heard His Majesty's unhappy voice.

Your Majesty didn’t sleep well last night?

Oh no, it’s another day of fear. It will shorten my life!

Zhao Shunan resigned himself to his fate and led the eunuchs to push the door open and serve carefully.