Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 17

After lying there for an unknown amount of time, Zelan managed to steady himself and called his subordinates to handle the mess.

 

His condition was truly not great. Albert rushed over and saw that his commander, who used to be as strong as steel, was pale, as if he were ill.

 

“What’s wrong with you?” Albert helped him back to the room. “Do we need to call a doctor?”

 

Zelan’s physical constitution had always been excellent; he almost never had an occasion to see a doctor. This time, however, he remained silent for a long while before saying:

 

“I need someone who can keep a secret absolutely.”

 

Albert’s heart skipped a beat, sensing that this was no simple matter.

 

The commander couldn’t have caught some terminal illness, could he?!

 

He asked anxiously: “What happened?”

 

“…I might be,” Zelan tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose, “pregnant.”

 

For a split second, Albert thought he had misheard.

 

“Who… who?” His voice trembled, nearly screaming out, “You’re preg— preg—”

 

“Shut up.”

 

Zelan glared at him coldly. Albert hurriedly covered his mouth, his crimson eyes staring at him in utter shock.

 

Heavens! He couldn’t tell before, but the commander was actually the one on the bottom!

 

And it must be said, the Human Highness is truly fierce…

 

A moment later, a confidant who understood medicine entered the bedroom with a diagnostic device, not daring to breathe as he performed a diagnosis on Zelan.

 

“About three weeks pregnant. Only one cub. The fetal state is… not very stable.”

 

He knelt by the bed, his head lowered as far as possible, cold sweat covering his forehead, fearing Zelan might cut off his head on a whim.

 

Zelan didn’t speak for a moment, but Albert grew anxious: “How can it be unstable?”

 

“His Highness has been in a poor mood lately and eating very little. The cub in the belly requires a vast amount of energy. If the intake is insufficient, an unstable fetal state will occur.”

 

Albert’s eyes widened: “This is only one cub. Our commander’s body is so good; other beastmen have no problem with triplets or quadruplets, so how could intake be insufficient? You quack!”

 

Being scolded like that by Albert, the doctor immediately looked up displeased: “What the hell do you know! This is the first time I’ve encountered such a situation. Doesn’t this prove that the cub inside His Highness’s body has a powerful constitution? It’s a good thing!”

 

The two argued incessantly for a while, one calling the other a quack and the other calling him brain-dead. Zelan’s temples throbbed from the noise, and he let out a cold sneer.

 

The two fell silent simultaneously. The doctor hurriedly slid into a kneel:

 

“Your Highness, in truth, I usually deliver piglets. As for taking care of a pregnant man, Doctor Qi Lin is the most skilled at that!”

 

His sincere advice received no response.

 

Zelan pressed one hand against his belly, looking down: “If I remove it, will there be an impact?”

 

Zelan had promised Yu Xianqing he would give him a cub, and the Empire indeed needed a third-generation eldest imperial grandson, but the timing was wrong.

 

This child subconsciously made him feel panic and unease, like a monster that had invaded his body to snatch away his vitality. He didn’t want it.

 

Doctor: “This… with your physical constitution, a period of rest and recuperation is all it takes.”

 

But this is the much-anticipated third-generation eldest imperial grandson…

 

Just abort it like that?

 

Zelan tried his best to suppress the discomfort in his heart, turning to ask: “Then are you certain you can remove it?”

 

The doctor’s heart screamed for help: “Your Highness, I really am just someone who delivers piglets!”

 

“What’s the difference?” Zelan was expressionless. “It’s all about taking something extra out of the abdominal cavity.”

 

The doctor was dumbstruck, sweating profusely.

 

Can a piglet be compared to the eldest imperial grandson? Huh?

 

Zelan gave the doctor half a month to prepare. After the doctor retreated miserably, Albert suddenly knelt down, looking at Zelan with tearful eyes.

 

“Your Highness, even if you want to remove it, you should at least tell the Human Highness. After all, he is also the little prince’s father.”

 

Zelan became even more annoyed: “You don’t understand? Yu Xianqing will try every means to keep this thing.”

 

Once their opinions diverged, the human who liked cubs might leave him because of this.

 

If such a consequence truly occurred, Zelan wasn’t sure what he would do.

 

The room was quiet for a while. Albert suddenly seemed to have realized something, and said through gritted teeth: “Your Highness, do you not want it because you’re afraid it will take away the Human Highness’s affection?”

 

Such cases did exist in the beastman world.

 

Because they retained the habits of wild beasts, they would sometimes actively kill their own cubs that weren’t strong or healthy enough.

 

Powerful male beastmen would develop an extremely strong possessiveness toward their mates, even eliminating cubs as “foreign invaders.”

 

Zelan remained silent. Albert emboldened himself, saying cautiously:

 

“If you’re worried about that, why not go and ask the Imperial Concubine yourself? Perhaps… he cares about you more than he cares about the cub?”

 

After a long while, Zelan didn’t answer, but simply lay down on the bed.

 

“…This matter will be discussed later.”

 

Albert breathed a sigh of relief, hope surfacing in his heart.

 

No matter what, he, Albert, would protect the unborn little prince to the death!

 

Inside the room, Yu Xianqing sat on the sofa while Qi Lin stood before him, reporting with a serious expression.

 

“The matter has been settled.”

 

Yu Xianqing brewed a cup of tea, lightly lifting the lid to test the temperature. Hearing this, he paused almost imperceptibly.

 

“What did they say over there?”

 

“They sent a letter back.”

 

Qi Lin unfolded a light screen. An electronic bird flapped its wings, flying from the screen to stand before Yu Xianqing, transforming into a row of blue characters before slowly dissipating.

 

—”Welcome the arrival of the Human Highness. We await with solemn troops.”

 

Yu Xianqing’s lips curled slightly as he waved his hand, completely dispersing the specks of light. He suddenly asked: “Do you want to know what was written in that letter I gave you?”

 

Qi Lin bowed his head: “I wouldn’t dare.”

 

Yu Xianqing: “There’s nothing to hide. Because there was nothing inside it.”

 

Qi Lin looked up at him in surprise. Yu Xianqing personally poured him a cup of tea. Following a gesture from Yu Xianqing’s eyes, Qi Lin sat opposite him with some unease.

 

“Is there anything you want to say?” Yu Xianqing pushed the tea over.

 

“Fran is currently the weakest among the power contenders.” Qi Lin hesitated for a moment before laying out all his thoughts, “If Your Highness wants to win over a faction, he is not the best candidate.”

 

For now, that was indeed true. But Yu Xianqing knew that in the near future, this Fran would unite all the forces that could be united to drive the legitimate descendants of the Lord out of power.

 

“Who said I was winning him over?” Yu Xianqing said indifferently, “I only sent a blank letter. How they interpret it is their business.”

 

Having said this, Qi Lin understood Yu Xianqing even less: “Does Prince Zelan also mean this?”

 

Yu Xianqing: “Zelan? He doesn’t know. What I do only represents myself; it has nothing to do with Zelan Silvudos.”

 

Yu Xianqing didn’t like doing unnecessary things, but he wasn’t stone-hearted. Having been with Zelan for so long, he didn’t want to see Zelan die so miserably following the original plot.

 

Rather than being passive, it was better to proactively lay out the board.

 

However, before the dust settled, Yu Xianqing had his own considerations.

 

He raised his eyes amidst the curling steam and said: “I have other things to ask you. If you don’t want to say, you don’t have to answer.”

 

“Please speak.”

 

“Al’s arm—was it really injured while saving Zelan?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

Yu Xianqing keenly perceived that the other party found it difficult to speak, and he knew there were definitely other hidden details. He asked again: “Who administered the drug that caused Zelan’s mating period disorder?”

 

Qi Lin suddenly sighed: “Haven’t you already guessed it?”

 

He looked at Yu Xianqing with clear eyes, “It was me.”

 

“On the day of the grand wedding, Prince Zelan was fed an aphrodisiac. The next day, I sprayed gas made of drug powder inside the car, when Prince Al was alone with Prince Zelan, he gave him a bottle of medicine that seemed harmless but actually acted as a catalyst… It’s not only the mixing of two drugs that generates a lethal poison; three can as well.”

 

As soon as Qi Lin said this, he was prepared to be punished, but he waited and waited, only to find that Yu Xianqing had started to laugh.

 

Yu Xianqing praised, “Actually, if you hadn’t said it, I wouldn’t have even suspected you. I always thought Al did it.”

 

Qi Lin: “…”

 

A faint embarrassment filled the air. Yu Xianqing’s eyes curved, showing no trace of anger, only pure curiosity.

 

“Why did you do it?”

 

“Prince Zelan is too uncontrollable,” Qi Lin said. “In order to make him obedient, we had to make some special preparations. Prince Al also agreed to cooperate.”

 

So Zelan was indeed besieged on all sides in the palace.

 

Yu Xianqing couldn’t say what he felt, until Qi Lin asked in confusion: “You… aren’t you angry?”

 

“Why should I be angry?” Yu Xianqing found it a bit strange. “Your schemes didn’t succeed.”

 

“…No, I didn’t mean that. Do you not like Prince Zelan?”

 

Like?

 

It would be a lie to say he didn’t like him. Zelan was beautiful and delicious; Yu Xianqing naturally liked Zelan.

 

But it was only liking.

 

“That has nothing to do with what we’re talking about.”

 

Yu Xianqing pulled his sleeping robe tighter, feeling a strange bit of awkwardness.

 

“Don’t ask such questions again in the future.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

Yu Xianqing felt somewhat sleepy. After Qi Lin left, he went back to the bedroom to prepare for sleep.

 

The long-silent 005 popped out of his mind at this moment.

 

“Messenger, as your guide, I think I need to clarify one thing with you.”

 

Yu Xianqing raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to tell me not to interfere too much with the development of the plot, are you?”

 

“You know it’s best not to, yet you did it anyway. Altering the original world plot will bring unpredictable consequences, and these won’t manifest immediately.”

 

“For example? If I kill the protagonist, will this world collapse?”

 

“…It won’t. But I advise you, it’s better not to interfere too much. You will regret it.”

 

Yu Xianqing wanted to ask more, but no matter how he called, 005 didn’t speak again.

 

Early in the morning, Yu Xianqing suddenly fell into a nightmare.

 

In the dream, he encountered an extremely huge beast—that beast, which he couldn’t see clearly, kept chasing him.

 

He ran and ran until there was nowhere left to go. He had to stop and turn around, wanting to negotiate with the beast, but the beast suddenly pounced.

 

Yu Xianqing closed his eyes and waited for death, but the expected death didn’t come.

 

The beast revealed its form in the darkness—it was actually a beautiful black leopard. The leopard stuck out its tongue and licked his hand, then submissively lowered its head, its azure eyes looking at him with what seemed like sorrow.

 

Yu Xianqing was inexplicably attracted to it. He reached out and gently stroked its head, a strange tenderness arising in his heart.

 

Despite being a beast even larger than a horse, it obediently lowered its body, letting Yu Xianqing touch it, even letting out a small “meow,” a soft cry like acting spoiled.

 

“Why are you so good?” Yu Xianqing couldn’t help but smile. “You’re much better behaved than a certain white one.”

 

The words that blurted out made Yu Xianqing himself stunned for a moment.

 

Seeing his expression, the black leopard slowly stood up. Suddenly, under Yu Xianqing’s gaze, it tilted its head back and let out a sorrowful cry, then transformed into countless specks of light and vanished.

 

“Wait, don’t go!”

 

Yu Xianqing grew somewhat panicked. He reached out to grab the specks of light but caught nothing.

 

It felt as if something important… had been lost without him realizing it.