Yan Weichi, a forensic scientist possessing extraordinary treasures, accidentally transmigrated.
With a blade in her left hand, she could speak for the dead; with a needle in her right, she could heal the living.
Whether dealing with the living or the dead, she could handle it all!
Yan Weichi: "With skills like mine, shouldn't I be living a fantastic life in ancient times? Men? What are men? Men only slow down the speed at which I draw my blade."
Oh, wait—except for handsome ones!
Shangguan Xi, the most handsome Crown Prince of the Li Kingdom, was framed.
His martial arts were peerless; he was unrivaled in the martial world. He was cunning and ruthless, with no equal in the imperial court.
Yet, his status, power, wealth, and honor—everything he possessed—vanished due to a false accusation.
Shangguan Xi: "You must help me."
Yan Weichi: "Give me a reason."
Shangguan Xi: "You want to save people? I'm ill! You want to kill? I have a life to lose! You want to love? I have time! You want to sleep with someone? I have the seed!"
Yan Weichi: "You've certainly got guts to say that to me!"
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**Chapter 1: Sent to Leave Seed Right After Transmigrating**
As a forensic scientist, Yan Weichi never dreamed that one day, she would be sent to "leave a seed."
That’s right, leave a seed!
She was to produce an heir for the dying, disgraced Crown Prince of the Li Kingdom, Shangguan Xi.
She was a forensic scientist from the 27th century, having arrived through time just an hour ago.
Before her soul had fully integrated with this body, she was shoved into rough wedding robes and sent to the dungeon.
"Please, the Eldest Prince is waiting for you inside," a eunuch's shrill, mocking voice rang in her ears.
Yan Weichi looked at the prison cell before her and saw a white figure curled up in the hay.
Was this him? The son of the Late Empress, the disgraced Crown Prince Shangguan Xi?
Before she could process this, a massive shove from behind sent her stumbling into the cell!
*Clang!*
The prison door was locked from the outside, and the eunuch called out: "You have two hours. Whether you live or die depends entirely on whether you can leave behind the Eldest Prince’s seed."
Yan Weichi stood as far from Shangguan Xi as possible, watching the weakly breathing man with nervous tension.
He was practically dying; could he even do that kind of thing?
"Aren't you coming over to serve me?" Shangguan Xi suddenly rasped, making Yan Weichi’s breath hitch.
He turned slowly to face her.
At this moment, Shangguan Xi was disheveled, his face covered in a thick beard. Yan Weichi couldn't see a trace of the "most handsome man in the Li Kingdom."
Only those eyes remained, terrifyingly bright.
Shangguan Xi looked at Yan Weichi and said coldly, "Even if I have fallen to such a state, it is not your turn, a woman, to despise me."
With a flick of his hand, Yan Weichi felt a powerful suction pull her toward him.
*Thud!*
With a loud crash, Yan Weichi fell straight into Shangguan Xi’s arms. A wave of blood-scented air hit her, causing her expression to shift instantly.
She pressed her hands against his shoulders and tried to sit up, demanding, "What are you doing?!"
Shangguan Xi clutched her waist and sneered, "What did you come here for?"
Yan Weichi didn't overthink it, simply continuing, "You have so many wounds, and you’re still letting me press on you? Are you trying to die?"
The question left Shangguan Xi stunned.
He had expected this young woman to be angry or humiliated by his crude behavior, not to start with words of concern.
Yan Weichi felt something sticky beneath her palms and lifted her hands; sure enough, she had pressed right onto his wounds, and her hands were covered in blood.
Her heart tightened. She instinctively tore open his robe, revealing two bottomless, gaping holes at his collarbones.
Yan Weichi’s pupils dilated. She said in disbelief, "Collarbone hooks? They actually used this torture on you?"
Shangguan Xi watched the young woman straddling him, staring at his chest, and felt an instinctive sense of discomfort.
He grabbed his robes to pull them shut, snapping, "What are you looking at!"
Yan Weichi paused slightly, then chuckled: "Oh? Who was it that sucked me over here just a moment ago? Isn't it a bit late to be shy now?"
"You..." Shangguan Xi wanted to scold her, but realized he was a dying man—why bother getting angry?
Yan Weichi looked him up and down. Seeing he was silent, she suddenly said, "In terms of internal power, I’m no match. But as for physical stamina right now, you aren't either. How about it, Your Highness the Crown Prince? Can you handle it if the woman is on top?"
Yan Weichi arched an eyebrow, mocking him, which made Shangguan Xi grind his teeth: "Get off me!"
Yan Weichi remained unmoved, scoffing, "Get off? If I don't get your seed today, I’ll be dead when I go back. If I’m going to die anyway, I might as well let you die. Don't worry, I know this craft well; I’ll definitely make you feel like you’re in heaven."
**Chapter 2: Whether You Do It or Not Is Not Up to You**
What... what did she mean by knowing the craft well?
Was this woman a courtesan? Shangguan Xi looked at her in disbelief.
Yet, Yan Weichi, a woman of her word, was already tugging at his waistband.
Even though his hair covered his face, Shangguan Xi’s panic was evident.
He grabbed her wrists with force and snarled, "Slut, don't touch—"
Before he could finish, he realized he couldn't move.
He looked down and saw that Yan Weichi had somehow produced a silver needle and struck it into his body.
"Are you here to kill me?" Shangguan Xi stared at her intently. He was already on the verge of death; he couldn't imagine why anyone would go to the trouble of sending an assassin.
Yan Weichi moved off him and began removing his clothes, taking out various vials and containers that Shangguan Xi didn't recognize.
She poured water from a teapot to clean his wounds, responding as she worked: "If I killed you, I wouldn't live either. Right now, you are my lifesaver."
Shangguan Xi gritted his teeth: "Who are you? You aren't the second young lady of the Marquis Dingyuan’s estate!"
Yan Weichi paused, then retrieved a needle case and more strange items from her sleeve.
"I’m just unlucky. I’m not the noble and precious Yan Qingshu. I’m her sister, the illegitimate Yan Weichi."
She picked up a silver needle, twirled it, and winked at him: "But you are quite lucky. You just happen to be dying, and I just happen to be a doctor."
With that, she inserted a few needles into his body.
Shangguan Xi felt his blocked meridians begin to ease, and the sensation of being burned from within began to fade.
He looked at her in disbelief: "Why are you saving me?"
Yan Weichi didn't stop her work, saying helplessly, "To put it broadly, I’m a doctor; refusing to save someone dying goes against my ethics. To put it simply, it’s hard to get pregnant the first time. I have to keep you alive so we can have a night of passion to ensure I conceive your child. Once I have this child, I can save my own life."
She winked at him, teasing: "How about it? Aren't you looking forward to it?"
"Shameless!" Shangguan Xi glared at her in disgust.
Yan Weichi laughed, unbothered: "They say people speak truth when they are dying. Since you still have the strength to scold me, you’re still alive. It’s alright, we have a long road ahead of us. Who knows? We might develop feelings over time."
"I don't need you to save me!" Shangguan Xi hated being teased by a woman like this.
Yan Weichi retracted her needles and began applying medicine and bandages, adding: "Oh, whether it’s a boy or a girl isn't up to me, but whether we do it or not is not up to you!"
Just then, the eunuch’s voice came from outside: "Why is it so quiet? Could the Eldest Prince be dead already? How are they supposed to leave a seed then?"
Hearing this, Yan Weichi hurriedly scrambled onto Shangguan Xi, rolled with him, and dove into a pile of straw.
The messy, dry hay hid their figures but couldn't muffle their voices.
Yan Weichi put on an act: "Your Highness, no, Your Highness, please be gentle."
Shangguan Xi felt deeply humiliated, but he couldn't move, only speak. However, Yan Weichi covered his mouth.
"Your Highness, you are so vigorous; you don't look like a sick man at all. I will stay by your side these days; I’m sure I can continue your lineage. *Mmph*... don't touch that part, ah... Your Highness is so naughty!"
Yan Weichi cried out seductively. The eunuch outside chuckled: "The disgraced Crown Prince is truly lecherous, even wanting to be a romantic ghost when he’s about to die! Let’s go, let's report to the Prime Minister’s office."
As the footsteps faded, Yan Weichi let out a breath and started to move, but her waist was suddenly gripped. She was pulled into an embrace.
"How are you..."
"How can I move?" Shangguan Xi sneered. "I am poisoned with Cold Gu Poison. Any other poison that enters my body is merely food for the Gu. Did you think your needles could control me for long?"
Yan Weichi gasped, regretting her big mouth.
But Shangguan Xi didn't give her a chance. He flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
"Let me go!" Yan Weichi tried to push him away, but he struck her pressure points with two quick taps.
*Rip!*
Her clothes were torn.
Feeling a chill on her chest, Yan Weichi realized her dress was in tatters.
Shangguan Xi looked at her fair skin, her delicate collarbones, and her cleavage barely hidden by her red inner garment. He smirked: "Now, whether it’s a boy or a girl, or whether we do it or not—that is all up to me."
**Chapter 3: Then I Shall Be Lecherous**
Yan Weichi panicked!
She had no idea this sickly, disgraced Crown Prince had Gu poison in him.
"Don't... don't do this. Let’s talk properly. After all, I did save your life!"
Shangguan Xi removed his only garment, revealing a strong, toned physique.
Although the body was riddled with wounds, it carried a strangely cruel sex appeal.
Yan Weichi blushed and looked away.
Shangguan Xi leaned down, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at him: "That’s right, you saved me, so I will save you too. I will definitely give you a child."
As he spoke, he reached out.
As his fingers slid inside the top of her garment, he felt her warm temperature, her smooth skin, and her softness.
"Lecherous? Hah! Since everyone curses me so, why not make it true before I die! Giving her a child will count as saving her life." Thinking this, he reached to tear the garment.
At that desperate moment, Yan Weichi screamed: "I will get you out of here!"
What?
Shangguan Xi’s hand paused on her chest. He looked at her in disbelief: "What did you say?"
Yan Weichi’s eyes were red, her voice trembling but urgent: "I will get you out! I know you were framed. Believe me, I can save you!"
"Believe you? Based on what?" Shangguan Xi countered.
Yan Weichi’s heart hammered, especially because his hand was still in a very improper place.
She gritted her teeth: "Take your hand away and listen to me."
Shangguan Xi sneered, not moving but squeezing slightly harder: "I’ll talk while I hold your heart; that’s the only way to know if you’re lying."
"You shameless man!" Yan Weichi gasped, her face flushing even redder.
Shangguan Xi growled: "You didn't feel shameless when you were touching me earlier?"
"That was to save you!" she retorted.
"I am saving you now too. Didn't you want a child? I am well-versed in this." Shangguan Xi smirked, looking dark and wicked.
Yan Weichi, wanting to cry, endured the humiliation: "Your Highness is the most handsome man in the Li Kingdom, with countless beauties vying for your attention. Why would you covet your own concubine-mother figure?"
Hearing this, Shangguan Xi relaxed his grip, though he didn't move his hand away, staring steadily at her.
Seeing he was calmer, she pressed her advantage: "As far as I know, the reason you were deposed was that on the Flower Festival, you were caught raping Beauty Xu, and in her palace, you murdered her infant child—your half-brother."
This matter had been announced to the world.
Hearing it again, Shangguan Xi still roared in anger: "I did not do it!"
"Yes, yes, I believe you!" she cried.
"Believing me is useless! How can a minor, illegitimate daughter overturn such a massive conspiracy? Don't look at me with that gaze; I don't need your pity!" He was becoming hysterical again.
Yan Weichi shouted: "I can! I truly can!"
"Based on what?!"
"Because I can perform autopsies! My forensic skills are unrivaled across the five kingdoms! If you trust me, I will get you out." Fearing her stake wasn't high enough, she added: "I can also find the real murderer, force the Emperor to clear your name, and restore your position as Crown Prince!"
Shangguan Xi stared at her. He believed some people weren't afraid of death, but he didn't believe a young, unmarried girl wouldn't be afraid of humiliation. If she could still make up such a story while he held her weakness, then it must be fate that he was meant to die.
He pulled his hand back, asking coldly: "What do you want to do?"
**Chapter 4: The Crown Prince is Impotent?**
Yan Weichi looked at him: "I will force a rebirth through death!"
Shangguan Xi didn't understand: "What does that mean?"
"Release my pressure points, and I'll explain."
Their lives were tied together; he didn't fear she would deceive him. If he died, she would be buried with him.
He released her points.
However, the moment she was free, she countered with a needle, striking Shangguan Xi’s thigh.
A wave of dizziness washed over him. He looked at her in disbelief: "You... you lied to me. You really are an assassin!"
Yan Weichi sat up, pushed him onto the ground, and got on top again.
As she dressed, she frowned: "Assassination my foot! I told you, a rebirth through death! If you don't 'die,' how can you be 'reborn'? Since you have Cold Gu poison, don't blame me for using heavy medicine!"
Shangguan Xi couldn't hear the rest because the drug had caused him to enter a state of suspended animation.
After tidying her clothes, Yan Weichi said to herself: "Charged with such heinous crimes, yet the Emperor still wants to leave your bloodline behind. Either your bloodline is unusual, or the Emperor still holds some affection for you. Regardless, as long as you are valuable, I will find a way to get us out alive!"
She pinched his cheek hard—revenge for earlier—and then screamed: "Your Highness! Your Highness, wake up! Your Highness, he has no breath! Someone, come quickly!"
Two young eunuchs ran over.
"What’s wrong?"
Yan Weichi clutched her dress, acting terrified: "Your Highness... he has no breath!"
"Did... did you succeed?" the eunuch asked, confirming they really cared about the heir.
Yan Weichi found this strange but pushed it aside: "Succeed? How could I? The Crown Prince is... he is completely impotent!"
"Ah?!" the two eunuchs cried in shock.
"Impotent? Then no seed was left? The Prince is dead and no heir remains—what are we to do?!"
"Don't ask me! Quick, go get a physician and see if he can be saved!"
"We can't! The Emperor forbade any physician from treating him!"
"You fool! If the Crown Prince is impotent, he couldn't have raped Beauty Xu! This... this must be reported to the Emperor immediately!"
Yan Weichi silently applauded them.
So smart! So helpful!
She hadn't even said anything yet, and they were already finishing her sentences!
Yan Weichi sobbed: "I looked, I touched, but it was all for nothing. Where is the justice in this? Waaaaah!"
"Stop crying! I’ll go get the physician, you go to the palace to report to the Emperor!"
They dashed off. Not long after, a crowd arrived, led by none other than Emperor Kangwu in his yellow dragon robes.
The Emperor came personally?
"Quick, quick! Let me see!" Emperor Kangwu looked incredibly anxious, ordering the royal physicians to check on him.
Yan Weichi knelt to the side, observing the old Emperor. His worry seemed genuine.
If his worry was real, why would he force his own son to his death?