Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19

The internal strife on Nightingale Star involved many factors, and Zelan was often nowhere to be found. After a few days, Yu Xianqing became accustomed to living alone; those scenes of entanglement on the starship seemed like a dream.

Zelan often complained that humans were a cunning race; the beastman textbooks defined them as intelligent, sensitive, and good at learning.

Yu Xianqing, however, felt they simply had a greater ability to adapt to their environment than any other species.

The mission was at a standstill, yet he had completely changed his state. Instead of worrying, he ate and drank as usual, which eventually provoked the system to appear.

“What are you doing?”

The system suddenly spoke as Yu Xianqing was painting the garden once again.

“If this continues, by the time the three-year mission period ends, there will be no ‘play’ for you and Zelan.”

“Play? What play?” Yu Xianqing gestured with his paintbrush. “A circus play?”

“Please do not change the subject.”

Seeing that the system couldn’t take a joke, Yu Xianqing slightly restrained his smile and lowered his eyelashes.

“I am working diligently to complete the mission, don’t nag. Deadlines have no threat to a ‘TJ’ person.”

The system didn’t quite understand its current host. In its view, there were many clever people, most of whom were outsmarted by their own cleverness; they had too much of a sense of participation when completing tasks and were eventually killed by the protagonist.

The biggest difference between Yu Xianqing and those previously “clever” hosts was that he truly seemed to have no desires, yet no one could discern his true thoughts from that indifferent exterior.

The days passed like this. Since Zelan led the army out to battle, it had been a full month since the two had seen each other.

Just as the system was about to step in again to remind Yu Xianqing, an urgent message from the frontline was delivered to him.

“Three days ago, our army encountered a meteor storm that blocked the mountains. Prince Zelan was injured and fell from his horse, disappearing along with a hundred personal guards. Our army is urgently searching the mountains!”

The signature was Albert.

Yu Xianqing waved his hand lightly, and the blue electronic bird carrying the code instantly turned into light particles and dissipated.

The original plot didn’t specify how Zelan died, but that didn’t stop Yu Xianqing from wondering if he had distorted the timeline.

He summoned Qi Lin from the side courtyard of the Imperial Mansion. When the beastman doctor arrived in a hurry, Yu Xianqing had already changed into a close-fitting suit convenient for action, with his long hair tied up and his waist tightened, making his whole figure look tall and sharp.

Seeing him arrive, Yu Xianqing gave a glance and flipped himself onto a horse.

Tied to the post was another jujube-red stallion, the most convenient means of transportation in the storm-ravaged mountains.

“Highness?”

“Zelan is missing; I have to go find him.” Yu Xianqing said without hesitation, “They lack a medical officer. You will certainly suffer and get hurt along the way; even so, are you willing to go with me?”

Qi Lin only paused for a moment before decisively mounting the horse. “Wherever Your Highness goes, I vow to follow unto death. However, we do not know the coordinates of Prince Zelan’s disappearance.”

This was a military secret; even Albert wouldn’t casually inform Yu Xianqing.

Yu Xianqing laughed, his ponytail swaying slightly, emphasizing the slenderness of his waist.

“Someone knows. Fran—do you remember that person?”

…That illegitimate son who sent the letter before?

Qi Lin suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Xianqing. “Highness, private collusion with the enemy is a capital crime!”

Yu Xianqing smiled indifferently, his features bathed in the bright sunlight, his expression faint and difficult to read.

“Under heaven, you know, I know, and Fran knows. Will you tell Zelan?”

“…I won’t.” Qi Lin gritted his teeth in a low voice.

The nature of the canine race made it impossible for him to betray the master he had recognized.

“Then it’s fine.”

Yu Xianqing said no more, his spurs kicking the horse, and dust instantly flew. The guards threw the iron gates wide open, and the slender figure gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Qi Lin followed his pace in silence.

If one day Prince Zelan found out about this, would he truly forgive the Imperial Concubine?

“You’re crazy!” In an unknown corner, the system erupted with an incomprehensible shout at Yu Xianqing’s behavior. “What are you doing? You are an ordinary person with no skills; you will die if you go there!”

Yu Xianqing ignored it.

“I don’t understand your behavioral logic.” System 005’s AI brain was about to burn out, and it even asked honestly, “Could it be that I’ve been wrong all along, and you are essentially an idiot?”

“Personal attacks? That’s excessive. Can this count as a workplace injury?”

“Please give me a reason.”

“Sorry, I don’t want to feed my thoughts to an AI for now. What if you get smarter from my feeding and figure out what I’m trying to do?”

005 crashed from sheer anger.

Since the end of the first round of the cosmic storm, Zelan and his personal guards had lost contact with the main force. Various equipment was damaged, and they couldn’t leave for the time being, so he led the troops to camp on the spot.

This large area of mountains and plateaus belonged to an illegitimate son of the Nightingale family named Suma. His comprehensive strength was among the top in the major military forces of Nightingale Star. Zelan had prepared for accidents in this operation.

However, he hadn’t expected a cosmic storm, which occurs only once in decades, to break out right at this time, damaging all communication equipment and forcing them to be trapped on the spot, putting them in a passive situation.

Out of necessity, everyone, including Zelan the commander, had to personally go out to find food.

The temperature difference between day and night here was large, dropping to minus ten degrees Celsius at night. Zelan’s spatial bracelet was damaged, and he didn’t have enough clothing to keep out the cold.

According to a beastman’s constitution, as long as they transformed into their original form, their thick fur would be a natural fur coat, blocking out even the fiercest cold currents.

But the difference now was that there was a little monster in Zelan’s belly. The beast-form physique was different from the human form. In human form, clothes could still hide it, but in beast-form, the belly sagged because of the cub, and even that “indescribable place” protruded, leaving him with nowhere to hide in the current environment.

Currently, only Albert and that half-baked doctor who delivered piglets knew he was pregnant. Since it was wartime, it was impossible for Zelan to let his subordinates know what was happening to him.

Pregnant beastmen had to use most of their energy to supply the cub, and there were also certain unspeakable needs. Zelan was already somewhat sexually frustrated and missed the human intensely. Even to relieve his desires, he had to secretly do it in the middle of the night while smelling the human’s scent, which was truly inconvenient.

Not only that, this little monster had a particularly restless sleeping posture, rolling around in his belly like a ball every day.

Zelan obscurely told Albert and the half-baked doctor about this, wanting to see how to stop this restless little fellow.

The result was that the two whispered and discussed, both feeling that the cub in the belly probably missed its biological father.

…Fine. There was no way to solve this.

Had he known earlier, he shouldn’t have hesitated and just aborted this monster.

Zelan trekked through the mountain forest, an extra coat on his body. Under the coat, his palm covered his lower abdomen, and his eyes warily scanned the surroundings.

A magnificent star sword hung at his waist; it was a gift from the human, and he had always carried it with him. His fingers gripped the hilt tightly, always alert to his surroundings.

Suddenly, his beast ears twitched slightly, and a faint sound of breaking air caught Zelan’s attention.

He subconsciously swung the star sword, and a large tree was snapped by the airflow, crashing to the ground.

“…Commander! Commander!”

A voice from somewhere kept calling him.

It sounded very familiar.

Zelan frowned and searched the surroundings, eventually finding the source of the voice on the star sword.

“Commander! We finally found a signal contact point! We’re sending troops over immediately, wait for us!”

Albert’s excited voice came from a certain part of the star sword.

Zelan paused, his brow not relaxing at all; instead, it furrowed even tighter. “…What signal contact point?”

“It’s an electronic device that can be located!” Albert was too excited to think much about the coldness in Zelan’s tone. “Thanks to the locator you’re carrying, we were able to find your location through the chaotic magnetic field.”

Lo-ca-tor…?

Zelan’s gaze slowly turned cold.

He flipped the star sword over, his sight touching a strange pattern on the hilt. Yu Xianqing said that after he broke the bracelet Al gave him, he melted and cast it onto this, with the goal of making the sword body even more indestructible.

Only the human had handled this sword.

Zelan’s blood flowed slowly through his body.

All the hidden memories of the past flashed through his mind one by one.

Who exactly was instructing him?

The Emperor? Al? Qi Lin?

Or some other beastman?

Why—?

With a clash of the sword’s ring, the star sword was sheathed. His body was already a bit cold, and he began to walk back.

The mountain ridges were silent all the way, with only the sound of falling leaves. Zelan pulled his coat tighter, the strength of his hand pressing against his lower abdomen growing heavier, almost feeling painful.

The cosmic storm was fierce. Yu Xianqing and Qi Lin had been traveling for a week, and the signal was lost, so they didn’t know that Zelan had already moved away from the center of the storm.

After another cosmic storm subsided, Yu Xianqing suddenly called out to Qi Lin without warning, his face covered in cold sweat.

The human’s beautiful face was stained with the color of frost and snow, so pale it was a bit glaring, as if he had returned to the period when he first arrived in the beastman world.

Qi Lin’s heart tightened, then he heard Yu Xianqing say: “I feel a bit uncomfortable. I might die next… ah no, fall into a deep sleep for a while.”

He gave Qi Lin a gentle look, not forgetting to show a relaxed and pleasant smile even in this situation.

“There’s no need to rush for now. I’ll have to trouble you to take care of me under these circumstances.”

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes and fell from his horse.

Qi Lin hurriedly stepped forward to catch Yu Xianqing in his arms. Looking up, he realized they had reached a wide cave.

…Did he specifically hold on until this moment to faint?

It wasn’t far from the camp where Prince Zelan was stationed, and their food supply was sufficient. Qi Lin prepared to take the Human Highness into the cave to rest for two days before setting out.

But man proposes and God disposes; a heavy snow began to fall in the mountains that night.

This snow covered almost everything—animals, beastmen, and roads—leaving only a vast expanse of white.

Yu Xianqing developed a high fever that night.

Qi Lin fed him fever reducers, but the human’s overly weak body still made him worry that he would die from the persistent fever.

The night was very cold. Qi Lin whispered an apology, wrapped himself in thick clothing, and held the feverish Yu Xianqing tightly.

The snow stopped at some unknown time.

Qi Lin was awakened by a huge commotion. The cave, which he had camouflaged airtight before sleeping, was suddenly torn open as if by someone’s brute force, and an incomparably blinding light shone in.

He squinted his eyes, and only then did he clearly see the scene before him.

Soldiers in armor were lined up in two rows. Prince Zelan, expressionless and with a gloomy brow, stood at the end, his gaze like looking at a dead man as it slowly fell on Yu Xianqing, who was held in his arms.

He didn’t know if it was Qi Lin’s illusion.

In that instant, the eyes of Zelan, who had always been so arrogant as to be almost rude, suddenly turned red.