After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 138
Chapter 138: Past Life (14) – Imprisonment
Yin Buqi wasn’t joking.
The efficacy of the blood essence was real, and so were the palace and the cage.
Once every three days, never less.
“Yin Buqi, I have no strength left…”
“Master, be good. It’ll be over soon…”
The one he had longed for day and night was now in his arms, inside the carefully crafted cage he had made for her.
He couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement, covering her flushed face with a trail of gentle kisses, kissing away the crystalline tears at the corners of her eyes.
In a moment of delirium, utterly entranced, he leaned in, unable to resist the urge to kiss her lips, only for her to barely dodge in time.
Yin Buqi froze.
His red eyes flickered with unreadable emotion.
He murmured, “Master, in this lifetime, you can forget about escaping from me.”
He had hated the wrong person before and, in his rage, had taken her.
Now, he might as well continue down this path of mistake.
After all, Master was his, in this life and beyond.
He had never been a good person. He had no need for forgiveness.
—
When Jiang Niannian woke up, her throat was parched and cracked.
Her vacant eyes took in the surroundings—the golden anklet adorned with seven-colored gemstones clasped around her pale ankle, made of an unknown material that she couldn’t break free from.
Above her was a massive, extravagant golden cage, encrusted with precious gemstones at every joint and layered with intricate arrays of enchantments.
She was draped in an almost transparent gauzy veil, soft and smooth against her skin.
Beneath her, the plush bedding seemed to swallow her small frame entirely.
Her long, dark hair fanned out around her, and though her untouchable aura had been forcefully shattered, there was now an unintended beauty in her disheveled appearance.
A sudden gust of wind stirred within the hall as the door was pushed open.
Someone entered.
Jiang Niannian closed her eyes, turning her back to him.
Exhausted in both body and mind, she had no desire to speak.
A delighted voice reached her ears.
“Master, still angry?”
The newcomer seemed to be carrying something, setting it on the table before stepping into the cage in a flash.
A faint breath brushed against her.
Yin Buqi embraced her from behind.
“Master, you haven’t spoken a word in three days. Don’t you find it stifling?”
Her body trembled almost imperceptibly, her right hand suddenly clenching into a fist so tightly that her nails dug into her palm, yet she felt nothing.
In the next moment, she was flipped onto her back, a cool, pale hand caressing her face.
“Since Master is awake, there’s no need to pretend to sleep. Lying here like this, in such a posture as if awaiting one’s lord’s favor… If I lose control, wouldn’t that make you guilty of seduction?”
His voice carried mockery, laced with evident displeasure.
“Get out!”
Jiang Niannian opened her eyes, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.
Yet despite the deep anger on her face, her unbound hair and sheer robes did nothing to make her appear imposing.
Instead, it only added a fragile and alluring beauty.
Yin Buqi gazed at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like a lake disturbed by a fierce storm, rippling with chaotic, intense waves.
Rather than being angry, he seemed rather pleased.
A smirk curved his lips as he sat up and pulled her into his arms.
Extending his hand, he summoned the wontons from the table into his palm.
The translucent wontons trembled slightly in the porcelain spoon, their soup glistening with floating scallions, looking irresistibly delicious.
He smiled gently at her and said softly, “Master, have a little something to eat.”
Jiang Niannian replied, “You don’t have to do this.”
Now that she had regained her divine body in the Heavenly realm, she didn’t need food to survive.
“But I want you to eat.”
Yin Buqi’s smile brightened.
“Master used to love the wontons I made the most, didn’t you?”
He scooped up a delicate, plump wonton and held it near her lips.
Jiang Niannian turned her face away, her aversion and rejection unmistakable.
Yin Buqi’s eyes darkened.
Without warning, he seized her chin and forcibly pressed the wonton into her mouth.
He spoke each word deliberately, “Mas. Ter. Eat.”
Jiang Niannian’s lips trembled.
She numbly chewed the wonton a few times before swallowing.
Seeing her merely chew and swallow without savoring it, Yin Buqi’s crimson eyes flashed with displeasure.
“Master, does it taste good?”
Jiang Niannian remained silent.
“Does it taste good?”
She cast him a glance but still refused to answer.
It was as if a crack suddenly formed in warm jade—Yin Buqi’s expression twisted with suppressed violence.
“Master, I’ll ask you one more time. Does it taste good?!”
Jiang Niannian lowered her gaze, staring at the ground, her entire being devoid of vitality.
“It tastes good.”
Yin Buqi finally seemed satisfied.
One by one, he fed her, and before long, the entire bowl was empty.
Next, he brought over a bowl of medicinal tonic, brewed with rare and precious ingredients.
Jiang Niannian said, “I can’t drink anymore. Just leave.”
Saying this, she turned over and lay down with her back to him.
“Leave?” Yin Buqi let out a bitter laugh.
“Master, have you forgotten? This is also my bedchamber.”
He took a sip of the tonic and, without warning, pulled Jiang Niannian out from the covers.
A sense of foreboding struck her.
Sure enough, Yin Buqi lifted her chin, forcing her mouth open.
He lowered his head, his tongue deftly passing the tonic into her mouth, leaving not a single drop behind.
Jiang Niannian wanted to spit it out immediately.
But Yin Buqi was faster—his hand pressed against her throat and rubbed gently, forcing her to swallow.
” Cough, cough! ”
Jiang Niannian coughed violently.
Seeing him take another sip, she immediately tried to dodge.
“Enough already!”
She was so furious her teeth chattered.
“It’s not enough. How could it ever be enough?” Yin Buqi replied.
Jiang Niannian: “…”
She was going to explode! This damn disciple!
Yin Buqi directly sealed her lips with his once more, transferring another mouthful of tonic.
“Master, will you drink it yourself, or shall I continue feeding you?”
Her eyes turned red, whether from anger or sheer frustration, she couldn’t tell.
Suddenly, she grabbed the bowl, tilted her head back, and gulped down every last drop.
“Satisfied now? Can you leave?”
“Why does Master always try to drive me away? I’m not some terrible monster,” he murmured, setting the bowl aside before hugging her again, rubbing against her like a spoiled child.
His face was still pale, his drooping eyes misted over with an almost pitiful innocence.
Jiang Niannian sneered inwardly.
She had seen through him long ago.
He was a master of playing the obedient, pitiable act.
He appeared gentle and harmless, but in reality, he was capricious and ruthless.
“Master…”
He dragged out the word, letting it linger on his lips, calling her name in a way that was both intimate and possessive.
A chill ran through her heart.
The third day.
He was like this again.
She finally spoke, “Don’t call me that. You are not my disciple. My disciple died a hundred years ago.”
Her voice was devoid of emotion, whether lifeless or simply resigned, she herself didn’t know.
Sure enough, the next second, Yin Buqi leaned in closer.
Just when she thought he would kiss her, he only rubbed his face against hers.
“Master, why don’t you smile at me anymore?”
Like a fox acting spoiled in its master’s arms.
“You used to smile at me all the time, so gently,” he murmured, lips pursed slightly, as if feeling wronged.
“Master, smile at me. Don’t always be so cold to me.”
