Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 18

Yu Xianqing picked up the unfinished small wooden puppet again. Just as he was gesturing to design what movements to give it, the door was pushed open.

 

There was no sound at all. Yu Xianqing put the puppet back into the drawer, turned around, and saw Zelan sitting beside him as if he had teleported.

 

Zelan was only wearing a loose set of casual clothes today. That face was still the same, sour as ever. From the moment he entered and sat down, he didn’t speak, reaching out to pinch the ends of Yu Xianqing’s hair to play with.

 

“Your Highness walks without a sound, it’s a bit scary.”

 

These words were entirely sincere. Zelan managed to appear ghost-like and undetected every time. As expected, the reaction speed of a feline was several times stronger than that of a human.

 

Zelan glanced at him: “I don’t see you being scared.”

 

His expression was listless, looking as if he hadn’t slept well for several days, with dark circles under his eyes.

 

For the past few days, the two had been sleeping in separate beds. Yu Xianqing didn’t know what had happened to him, but only vaguely sensed that his mood was wrong.

 

“Has Your Highness encountered something?”

 

He looked back, his hair being tugged by Zelan until it hurt a little.

 

Zelan’s eyes emptied slightly. He only reacted after hearing these words and let go of his hair.

 

“Can’t I come even if nothing is wrong?”

 

Yu Xianqing touched his own hair and said patiently: “Of course you can.”

 

Another period of silence followed. Zelan did not speak of his own accord. Yu Xianqing asked: “What happened that day?”

 

Both of them knew exactly which incident he was referring to.

 

“…We beastmen are all like this.” Zelan averted his gaze. “Occasionally, we crave a bit of raw game with a strong scent of blood that hasn’t been processed. Why, are you afraid?”

 

Yu Xianqing shook his head helplessly: “So that’s how it is. That’s good then.”

 

He had thought Zelan had suddenly awakened some strange fetish.

 

Although he had never heard of such a tradition, it was the only way to explain it.

 

Zelan suddenly stared at Yu Xianqing and asked again: “Are you really not afraid? Or rather, is there not even a hint of disgust?”

 

Yu Xianqing thought for a moment: “To be honest, as a human, I truly cannot understand it, but I respect Your Highness’s preferences.”

 

Zelan looked thoughtful. Sporting a pair of dark circles that looked like he held a deep grudge against the world, he suddenly pressed down on Yu Xianqing’s shoulders and pinned him against the chair. The force was immense as his body leaned in close, almost imprisoning him in his arms.

 

“If one day, you find that what I do is exactly the opposite of your likes, what will you do?”

 

He didn’t meet Yu Xianqing’s gaze. His warm breath hit the neck while breathing, making it a bit itchy.

 

Yu Xianqing couldn’t see his expression.

 

“That depends on what it is.” Yu Xianqing placed his hand on Zelan’s lower back. The other was wearing a belt; that waist was powerful yet lean, almost narrow enough to be gripped. He tried to stand up but found no way to exert force.

 

Zelan seemed obsessed with hearing his answer.

 

—”I don’t care about most things.”

 

—”Is there anything you do care about?”

 

When this question hit him, Yu Xianqing also felt a bit gloomy.

 

“I can’t be certain.”

 

In a place where Zelan couldn’t see, Yu Xianqing lightly raised an eyebrow. He rested his fingers on the back of Zelan’s neck and gave it a squeeze, like pinching a cat.

 

“Could it be that you’ve done something to betray me?”

 

Zelan’s body stiffened for a moment, whether because he had been pinched on the feline’s neck of fate or because his thoughts had been seen through.

 

“Rest assured, Your Highness,” Yu Xianqing said. “No matter when, I will stand by your side.”

 

He didn’t care much about what Zelan was hiding; everyone has their own secrets.

 

At least until their offspring was born, he could tolerate the other party to the maximum extent unconditionally.

 

Furthermore, Zelan was much easier to deal with than he had initially thought. He had never seen a beastman so fierce yet so pure; a single touch in bed would make him tremble for ages. He wanted to pull a long face to be mean, but not a shred of the dignity he should have had existed.

 

Quite fun.

 

Yu Xianqing’s words were a different kind of comfort—at least in his view, he was using his own way to tell Zelan not to worry.

 

However, this didn’t comfort Zelan at all. Yu Xianqing’s seemingly gentle yet detached attitude caused his violently beating heart to slowly calm down within his chest.

 

…Yes.

 

He should have known long ago.

 

The human didn’t care what he did.

 

If Zelan only had a vague suspicion at the start, after Yu Xianqing said those words, he truly began to understand that the only thing Yu Xianqing cared about was Second Prince Zelan.

 

As for who was behind Zelan—be it a leopard or a lion—what he had done or what he had thought, he… didn’t care that much.

 

That perfect human, who treated everyone with gentleness and could easily gain anyone’s affection…

 

Yet he liked cubs so much.

 

Zelan embraced the other fiercely, his eyes turning into vertical pupils. At this moment, he almost felt a belly full of murderous rage, wanting to bite this cunning and cold human to death.

 

Yu Xianqing didn’t know what he was thinking. Zelan’s strength made him feel a bit uncomfortable. Seeing the other’s displeasure and low mood, he proactively reached out to wrap his arms around his waist and coaxed softly: “Don’t be unhappy. Whatever you want to do, I’ll accompany you?”

 

After a long time, Zelan relaxed his strength and said in a hoarse voice,

 

“…F*ck me.”

 

That night, Zelan fell into a heavy sleep. Yu Xianqing couldn’t sleep, so he took a small wooden puppet out from his spatial bracelet.

 

He had other work to do a while back, so progress on the small puppet had been temporarily shelved. Now that he had the chance, Yu Xianqing fitted it with a new music box based on its pedestal.

 

When he turned the knob on the wooden puppet’s heart, it suddenly started moving as if it were alive. It gave Yu Xianqing a timid look, then clutched its heart, its wooden eyes darting around everywhere, just not daring to look at the person in front of it.

 

With its movements, the music box produced a pleasant sound, which was quickly turned off.

 

Yu Xianqing glanced at Zelan.

 

Well, thanks to him, he didn’t wake up; he was sleeping very soundly.

 

The inspiration for this movement design came from the Zelan who, one day, was secretly watching him but refused to admit it, shouting that he would report him to the Reporting Center for framing a military officer.

 

Recalling the scene at that time, Yu Xianqing couldn’t help but curl his lips and smile.

 

Yet he realized that was all things from several months ago.

 

His brow slowly furrowed.

 

“005.” He tried calling the system again. “Are you there?”

 

The system, as in the previous times, gave no response.

 

“I have been carefully considering what you said to me last time.” Yu Xianqing said, “If I interfere with the protagonist’s plot, even this world will be affected… Does this influence include the people around me becoming strangers?”

 

“I know you’re listening. I could even chat a bit with you while I was having s*x with Zelan before; there’s no need to play dead on purpose right now.”

 

“Haven’t you already discovered it?” 005 was a young system after all and couldn’t help but say, “You ask me even though you know.”

 

“You never mentioned such a thing to me. Interfering with the original plot causes even Zelan’s personality to change?”

 

Yu Xianqing also unconsciously carried a bit of anger.

 

“Everyone’s soul is independent. For example, the original plot is a functioning mirror. When you interfere with the plot, the entire world line distorts, and the mirror also deforms. If you feel he has changed, it’s not that his personality has changed, but that he is influenced by the world line, becoming distorted within the mirror.”

 

Yu Xianqing lowered his gaze. The small wooden puppet in his hand watched his expression warily.

 

“So, I caused all of this?”

 

Perhaps his lonely expression was too rare, for 005 actually spoke a word of comfort.

 

“You don’t need to blame yourself too much. The Gods allow messengers to distort the world to a certain extent. As long as you complete the mission and harvest Zelan’s soul energy, the influence is negligible. When the time comes, the Gods will give you a chance to realize a wish. Those previous hosts all chose a world to spend the rest of their lives in as an ordinary person.”

 

Yu Xianqing said nothing more, only letting out a very low laugh.

 

A system is indeed just a system; it cannot empathize with human emotions.

 

“Of course, the premise of all this is that you no longer interfere with Zelan’s life or death.” The system warned, “You can’t save him, and don’t give him extra hope. Interfering too much is only harming him.”

 

Yu Xianqing turned his head to look at the sleeping Zelan on the other side, tracing the other’s superior bone structure and features with his gaze.

 

“…I understand.”

 

On the morning of the third day, the starship successfully landed on Nightingale Star.

 

The acting head of the Nightingale family and various important commanders stood below the airport to welcome them.

 

The cabin doors slowly opened to both sides. The Prince, dressed in military uniform with a murderous aura, walked out side-by-side with his beautiful and dignified Imperial Concubine.

 

The crowd performed military salutes in audience.

 

The people of the remote star system were seeing the noble Prince of the main star with their own eyes for the first time. Seeing him in his crisp military uniform, with white curly hair and cold blue eyes, standing there with quite a bit of prestige, he overlapped somewhat with the rumored arrogant and cruel image.

 

And the extremely rare human Imperial Concubine beside him was just as everyone imagined the legendary human intelligent species to be—black hair, beautiful, slender, gentle, possessing a divine attraction.

 

Just by standing there, he made everyone’s gaze stop in its tracks.

 

The corner of the Imperial Concubine’s mouth always carried a smile that remained unruffled by favor or humiliation; such a scene didn’t cause his expression to falter in the slightest.

 

Under everyone’s gaze, he walked side-by-side with Prince Zelan along the pre-laid tracks in front of the airport, talking to Zelan in a low voice.

 

Zelan, however, turned his head away, his expression suddenly becoming quite bad. The Imperial Concubine’s brow immediately furrowed, and he asked something with great concern.

 

If anyone could hear what they were saying, they would find that the beauty who appeared as gentle as water was asking:

 

“Is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?”

 

Thinking about going to the capital of Nightingale Star the next day, Yu Xianqing had originally wanted to just sleep quietly yesterday, but he was forcefully dragged out of the covers by Zelan.

 

Yu Xianqing didn’t like getting angry much, but Zelan’s stubborn and even forceful behavior had truly sparked his temper. He turned and pressed him down, unceremoniously using every single one of the results from his bored research these past days.

 

Zelan, however, seemed tireless, clinging to him and not letting go. By the end, Yu Xianqing was exhausted and fell asleep on top of him. In a daze, he felt Zelan moving, but he slept very soundly and did not wake up.

 

As a result… he almost overslept this morning.

 

Only after Yu Xianqing hurriedly tidied up did he realize that none of the things on Zelan’s body had been removed. Just as he was about to use his hands, Zelan stopped him: “Just leave it like this.”

 

Huh?

 

Just… just like this?

 

This time even Yu Xianqing was stunned.

 

Immediately after, he watched Zelan put on his clothes with the speed of a soldier. The pitch-black, solemn military uniform quickly covered all the abnormalities under the shirt.

 

Zelan’s human ears were a bit red. Yu Xianqing followed behind him with a somewhat eerie feeling, all the way until now.

 

He still remembered… how loudly Zelan cried out when those things were used.

 

Does he have no feeling now?

 

“No.”

 

Zelan’s unease was short-lived.

 

Whether it was an illusion or not, Yu Xianqing discovered that after returning from the cave, Zelan’s originally softened attitude had changed.

 

He seemed to have returned to the Second Prince from their initial meeting, the one so arrogant he never bowed his head.

 

In public, it wasn’t convenient for Yu Xianqing to have extra contact with him, so he nodded and slightly separated a distance from him.

 

He didn’t notice Zelan’s fingers hanging at his sides slowly clenching. His military leather gloves were nearly pierced by his five fingers; immediately after, that strength was released.

 

Having spent these past few days tangled with Yu Xianqing, he could clearly feel the little monster in his belly growing faster and faster.

 

A beastman’s gestation period is short, it can be born full-term in about eight months.

 

If he delayed any longer, he wouldn’t be able to hide his belly.