Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20.2

“This subordinate does not know either.” Albert shook his head. “According to Qi Lin, she wanted to take you to death with her, but at the last moment, she saved you. No one can understand what that means.”

A long silence followed.

Zelan covered his forehead, his breathing rapid for a few seconds. Under Albert’s calling, he suddenly closed his eyes and fainted.

Before losing consciousness completely, he gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to command: “Investigate for me… a thorough investigation…”

Zelan remained unconscious for three full days.

Yu Xianqing was locked in the basement. During this time, people came to deliver water and medicine, but no one dared to stay and communicate with him.

It wasn’t until Albert, dragging his exhausted steps, came to the basement and unlocked the shackles that restricted most of his movements.

“Imperial Concubine, would you please go see His Highness?” Albert pleaded in a low voice, his rabbit eyes crimson. “He has been unconscious for a while, and combined with his very low food intake these days, he has become somewhat delirious.”

Yu Xianqing looked at him in surprise.

“I really want to help you.” He comforted Albert, who looked as if he were about to shatter. “But what should I do? Right now, I am probably the person Zelan hates the most.”

After saying this, he lowered his eyelids somewhat despondently.

Albert tried hard: “That’s not true! His Highness actually likes you very much! Even in his dreams, he calls out your name! If you go over, he will surely be willing to eat at least a little bit.”

Yu Xianqing put on an expression as if he were touched by these words; in his subconscious, he was indeed worried about Zelan.

The last time he saw Zelan, the man’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with dissatisfaction and resentment toward him. At that time, he already looked less robust than before.

He seemed to have lost some weight.

Yu Xianqing followed Albert to Zelan’s room. Seeing the beastman lying on the bed, his heart instinctively sank.

Albert hadn’t exaggerated, Zelan was indeed very weak.

Even his face had turned a frost-white color like his hair. His lips were very thin, yet he stubbornly refused to open them. A bowl of porridge on the table had already gone cold, no longer emitting steam.

Wasn’t it said that the physique of beastmen is extraordinary?

How did he manage to get himself into this state?

Yu Xianqing sighed and turned to ask: “Are there ingredients in the kitchen?”

“Ah? Yes, yes!” Albert froze for a moment then immediately reacted, watching Yu Xianqing cook while also shooing away the subordinates.

Given Zelan’s physical condition, Yu Xianqing only made a bowl of relatively light preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The fragrance made Albert’s rabbit nose twitch uncontrollably.

He sat by the bed while others propped Zelan up, letting him lean halfway into the human’s embrace.

Yu Xianqing picked up the bowl of porridge and coaxed softly: “Your Highness, open your mouth.”

Zelan frowned restlessly in his arms. Even though the heating was on in the room, a blanket was wrapped around his waist, making him sweat slightly on his forehead. Yu Xianqing wanted to untie the blanket, but a rather burly beastman standing guard nearby immediately stopped him:

“Hey, hey, hey! No, no, you can’t!”

Yu Xianqing was stunned. “Why?”

Was Zelan’s stomach injured?

He instinctively reached out to touch it, and this time even Albert frantically extended a “stop” hand: “No, no, no! You can’t, Imperial Concubine!!”

What was going on?

Yu Xianqing didn’t understand what they were nervous about, but judging by their expressions, it wasn’t something they could explain in detail.

He pinched Zelan’s jaw and coaxed again: “Your Highness, say ‘ah’—”

Zelan’s nose caught the familiar fragrance and heard the familiar voice. Beneath his thin eyelids, his eyeballs rolled incessantly, yet he delayed waking up, only burrowing deeper into Yu Xianqing’s embrace.

Mmm… so comfortable…

Comfortable breath… comfortable smell… comfortable touch…

It was like the feeling of watching his mother spinning silk under a tree during childhood, leaning against a giant tree and slowly falling asleep.

He didn’t want to wake up…

“Your Highness.”

Yu Xianqing called out several times, but Zelan showed no sign of waking. Instead, he seemed to fall deeper into a nightmare.

The burly beastman dressed in a medical robe muttered: “Seems like it’s better to just force-feed him…”

“What do you know, you pig-feeder!” Albert glared at him. “This is called the Imperial Concubine’s loving care!”

The beastman: “Heh, when my piglets get sick, I always feed them by hand. Pinch the nose and jaw and it goes right in. If all else fails, use a feeding tube—uugh—”

Before the words fully left his mouth, the beastman suddenly widened his eyes.

Yu Xianqing took a mouthful of the porridge, then supported Zelan’s chin and transferred the porridge mouth-to-mouth.

The strange intrusion caused the beastman to instinctively resist, even popping his canine teeth. But the gentle and firm scent on the human was too familiar; the body automatically reacted for its master, carefully retracting the canines and relaxing the throat, allowing the other to pass the food through his mouth.

“Holy shit.” The burly beastman doctor was dumbfounded. “That actually works?”

Albert didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. Seeing his commander obediently eating the food, he felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

They had tried using a feeding tube on the commander these past few days, but even while unconscious, Zelan’s body still maintained a strong alert reaction to the outside world. Most of what was fed was vomited back out.

This was great; with the Imperial Concubine here, they no longer had to fear His Highness wouldn’t eat.

Yu Xianqing fed the food to Zelan until the bowl of porridge was empty, then took the handkerchief Albert offered and wiped his mouth.

“Tell me, what’s the situation.”

Albert began to rattle off everything like beans falling from a jar. Yu Xianqing got a general understanding of the situation and said thoughtfully, “Oh, so he suffered a triple blow from me, Air, and his Mother Queen, and because he hadn’t eaten much during this time, he fainted from a sudden surge of anger?”

Albert nodded frantically, about to say “yes, yes, yes,” when he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was the very fuse that caused everything.

What to do? He had accidentally forgotten about that part.

It was mainly because the Imperial Concubine acted so naturally, being so self-righteous that he didn’t look like he had betrayed His Highness at all!!

Albert instantly said with tearful eyes: “I beg you… please don’t tell the commander about this. He’ll turn me into a braised rabbit head…”

Yu Xianqing gave a slight smile. Just as Albert thought the kind, beautiful, and gentle Imperial Concubine would easily agree to his request, Yu Xianqing said: “That depends on your performance.”

Albert was greatly shocked, looking at him as if looking at a heartbreaker.

Yu Xianqing looked back at Zelan’s pale face, and the smile on his face faded slightly. “Just teasing you. I won’t tell.”

What would be the point of saying it? He hadn’t done those things to hurt Zelan in the first place.

“During the time before he wakes up, I’ll take care of his three meals a day,” Yu Xianqing said. “When he wakes up, just act as if nothing happened. I’ll go back to the dungeon and be my prisoner, and you don’t need to tell him.”

Albert widened his eyes slightly: “Why?”

“If he knew I was the one feeding him during this time, he surely wouldn’t be able to swallow his food.”

Yu Xianqing said nonchalantly, “He hates me right now and is bent on torturing me. Better to follow his wishes. When his anger cools down, it won’t be too late to talk about those things.”

His words had some merit. Albert thought it over with his not-so-large brain and readily agreed.

Two days later, Zelan woke up.

A beastman’s self-healing ability is very strong. Five full days of sleep made up for all the missing sleep from the past few months.

Although his nutrition was still a bit behind, his strength had fully recovered.

Zelan didn’t remember how he got better. According to Albert, he was fed through a feeding tube during this time.

Zelan, however, remembered a warm and pleasant scent in his dream that had been surrounding him, even making his belly fall into a state of sweet tranquility.

But Albert said that was just an illusion; perhaps he had dreamed of scenes from his childhood.

Yu Xianqing returned to his dungeon as he wished, putting on the shackles himself and looking bored at the free birds outside the window.

One roasted pigeon… two roasted pigeons… three roasted pigeons…

Zelan, wearing a fur cloak, came to the cold basement. What he saw was the melancholic beauty at a forty-five-degree angle, gazing out of the bright window.

Zelan stood at the door, scrutinizing Yu Xianqing with an expressionless face.

Compared to beastmen, he was still so thin, his face even more gaunt.

If he wasn’t watching, this human wouldn’t eat properly?

“Your Highness, you’ve come.”

Yu Xianqing turned around and saw Zelan. He gave a greeting, his smile remaining the same. The shackles on his body clinked, yet he himself seemed completely unaware, as if he had gotten used to them.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Zelan’s heart, as if a monster’s hand had squeezed his heart, momentarily cutting off the air supply to his internal organs.

Zelan walked close to him, took out a remote control from under his cloak, and pressed a button. The shackles on Yu Xianqing’s hands suddenly tightened, pulling his limbs apart and binding him to the bed.

“Your Highness, what are you going to do?”

Yu Xianqing looked at him helplessly.

Zelan sat to the side, stroking his body. His vertical pupils moved like those of a snake. “What you owe me, you haven’t paid back yet.”

His voice was very low. Yu Xianqing instinctively turned his head, “What things? Mmph…”

Zelan didn’t want to hear him speak, he leaned down and kissed him.

With that force, ‘biting’ would be more appropriate.

His palm brushed aside the excess clothing. Just when Yu Xianqing thought the other was about to do something to him, Zelan suddenly left him. In that moment, the look in his eyes while watching him even held a hint of panic.

…?

Before Yu Xianqing could react, Zelan suddenly turned his back and left the basement like the wind.

Did he suddenly remember he had business?

Yu Xianqing looked at his back in surprise.

It felt a bit like he was fleeing in panic.

Damn it… damn it!

Zelan fled far away from Yu Xianqing. Only then did that strange heat that had inexplicably surged in his lower body during the kiss slowly stop.

With trembling hands, he hurriedly straightened his clothes. After ensuring there was nothing unusual about his appearance, he took a deep breath and went to the meeting room.

The war wasn’t over; he still had meetings to attend.

Speaking of the target of this crusade, Suma—as mentioned before, his strength ranked among the top of the illegitimate forces on Planet Nightingale. It had taken Zelan quite some effort to capture important strongholds, and he had almost lost his life and the Imperial Concubine there.

Fortunately, although Suma was strong, he was ultimately illegitimate. Coupled with the continuous stream of military forces of all sizes defecting to Zelan to enlarge the army, capturing Suma was within reach.

But it was precisely because things were going too smoothly—so smoothly that Zelan and a group of military officers felt completely surprised.

“Speaking of which, there seems to be one person’s shadow in all of this.” said the officer responsible for intelligence. “Among many intercepted and received letters, we found a person’s name. He is called Fran, one of the Lord’s illegitimate sons. His strength was not prominent a year ago, but he has recently emerged as a dark horse and seems to have quite a bit of goodwill toward us.”

The crowd fell silent for a moment, knowing that inexplicable goodwill is rarely a good thing.

This matter would be discussed later. Zelan endured until the end of the meeting. His head was buzzing, and his brain capacity was almost entirely seized by an embarrassing sensation in a certain place.

What was going on…

As the meeting approached its end, someone asked Zelan: “Fran wants to send an envoy to visit next week. Should we allow it?”

Zelan gave it a casual thought, but truly couldn’t endure until the end of the meeting. He abruptly stood up: “…Just do that. I have things to do, I’m leaving first.”

His hurried departure left the beastmen behind looking at each other.

But Zelan could no longer care. He practically fled back to his own room, stripped all the clothes from his body, covered his protruding pregnant belly, and rushed into the bathroom completely naked.

A moment later, the sound of drizzling water came through the frosted glass door, vaguely suppressing the beastman’s low and painful gasps of desire.

Human… Human…

Imagining his skin, his tongue, his soft black hair, his heat…

Zelan practically cried in his wretched state.

Over the following week, Yu Xianqing saw Zelan only a few times intermittently.

He seemed very busy—busy to the point of having almost no time to torture him, at most biting his lips until they were bloody, then threatening that he would fuck his ass sooner or later.

Yu Xianqing also didn’t understand why it was “sooner or later” and not “today,” but he didn’t feel like his life was too long for now.

It was right for Zelan to hate and dislike him. Although with his personality, it seemed a bit strange not to inflict physical punishment on a betrayer, and with the war becoming tense recently, every time Zelan saw him, there was a sense of an impending storm, yet he seemed to be suppressing himself for some reason.

But Yu Xianqing was happy to be at leisure and didn’t bother to think about the connection.

Until a week later, Zelan stopped coming.

During a gap when Albert secretly came to deliver food, Yu Xianqing, who had been locked in the basement and hadn’t seen anyone new for a long time, finally learned that an envoy had arrived and Zelan was personally receiving them.

“Who sent them?” Yu Xianqing asked nonchalantly while eating.

Before, Zelan hadn’t held back and had bitten his tongue badly. Yu Xianqing had also bitten him back until his mouth was full of blood, which made Zelan so angry that day he announced a reduction in his food, so Yu Xianqing wouldn’t have enough strength to bite him anymore.

Yu Xianqing had indeed been hungry for a while after that, feeling dizzy. Albert had heard about this at some point and often secretly brought him food while Zelan was away.

“You probably don’t know him.” Albert said. “It’s a Tiger beastman named Fran. Seriously, I saw the recordings of him, he’s a real tiger when he fights.”

Yu Xianqing swallowed his food and said thoughtfully, “Is that so.”

“Oh, right, I have business today too.” Seeing Yu Xianqing finished, Albert hurriedly packed the dishes. “The military defense in the South District still needs me! Imperial Concubine, I’m leaving first.”

“Go ahead.” Yu Xianqing wiped his mouth, watching Albert walk away, then fell into a long period of thought.

After thinking for who knows how long, he asked.

“005, why do you think Fran suddenly approached Zelan?”

“I don’t know.” 005 still remembered the grudge from the last time Yu Xianqing insulted it for not having an ass. Its mechanical voice was cold. “Maybe his ass is itchy.”

“…I’m being serious.” Yu Xianqing looked at the sky. “Things are definitely not that simple.”

Sure enough.

On the third day of the envoy’s visit, Yu Xianqing was still sleeping in the basement when he suddenly heard several loud explosions.

He clutched his quilt, feeling the ceiling above him shaken by bombs, to the point where the four metal walls were crumbling.

The iron door was broken open, but the person who entered wasn’t the familiar figure from before.

The newcomer was tall and armored, with cat-like ears on his head that were not the round, spotted kind Yu Xianqing was familiar with.

“Human Highness, we are late in our rescue.” The beastman bowed his head submissively. “Please follow us and leave immediately.”

Yu Xianqing frowned while holding his quilt: “What kind of rescue? Who allowed you to come looking for me?”

“It is the commander’s order.” Seeing that Yu Xianqing didn’t want to leave, a coldness appeared in the beastman’s eyes. “Pardon the offense, noble Human Highness.”

He strode forward, directly rolled Yu Xianqing up in the quilt like a chicken roll, slung him over his shoulder, and charged through the surrounding chaos amidst falling debris.

Yu Xianqing was carried, and the entire world was upside down. Along the way, he saw soldiers killing each other. Zelan’s soldiers were trying desperately to save him but were failing to keep up. Yu Xianqing was placed on a tall steed by this beastman.

The horse was struck hard by the beastman and gave a long neigh. Yu Xianqing grabbed the saddle to steady himself, and the horse bolted down the main road like a driven program.

“No—!!”

The sound of gunfire and cannons intertwined from behind. Yu Xianqing heard Zelan’s raspy voice shouting desperately behind him:

“Yu Xianqing, stop—! Don’t go—”

Yu Xianqing thought, I don’t want to go either. He pulled the horse’s reins, but his usually high skills couldn’t control the frenzied horse at all.

Crap. It looked like the horse had been tampered with beforehand.

Yu Xianqing could even see that within three hundred meters ahead, there was a flight craft waiting. Several burly beastmen carrying long spears were walking toward him, fully prepared to take him away.

…There was no other way.

Yu Xianqing took a breath and kicked hard, preparing to jump from the horse to survive.

At the critical moment, a heavy sound of breathing appeared behind him. The beastman waiting for him ahead suddenly raised his gun and fired behind him.

Yu Xianqing’s heart tightened, and he was suddenly tackled from the horse by a figure. The force and weight immediately sent them falling toward a nearby cliff. They crashed onto the ground and tumbled down the slope.

The sound of whistling wind and gasping breath filled his ears. Yu Xianqing thought he would feel pain, but he actually didn’t—the person on top of him used all his strength to protect him. While falling down the cliff, all the jagged rocks were blocked.

Yu Xianqing was pressed tightly against him; for a moment, he could only hear the thumping heartbeat.

The descent was very fast. After crashing into a large rock, Zelan let out a muffled groan, and the two finally stopped.

Zelan’s face was deathly pale. Yu Xianqing hurriedly held him in his arms. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly froze.

He slowly lifted his hand. At some point, his hand had become covered in dark red blood. Fresh, hot blood flowed through his fingers, dripping onto the rocks.

Yu Xianqing stood there dazed, but his hand was suddenly grabbed. The person in his arms gritted his teeth, with a hatred that seemed as if it wanted to chew him to pieces.

“Yu Xianqing… who did you collude with this time to escape?”

“I…” Yu Xianqing felt a lump in his throat for a moment and could say nothing. His pupils shrank to a point, as if he were thinking about where the blood on his hands had come from.

Was it a wound Zelan had accidentally suffered?

He suddenly lifted Zelan’s robe, only to see him clutching his belly with cold sweat all over his head. The fresh blood was flowing out from below.

Yu Xianqing looked at him in shock.

“Zelan, you—”

“I don’t care who it is, you’re not allowed to leave, not allowed to leave!” Zelan acted as if he were insane, holding Yu Xianqing’s face with hands full of blood. His eyes were crimson, and his strength was so great it was almost crushing him.

“Zelan, Zelan.” Yu Xianqing was so shocked he could only call his name. “Your belly?”

“There’s a monster growing in my belly, and it’s yours.” Zelan’s forehead was furrowed in pain. He gasped for air, not letting go of his grip, for fear he would run again.

Before he could finish speaking, his head turned to the side and he suddenly began to dry heave.

Yu Xianqing: “…”

Blood flowed from beneath Zelan, soaking his pants. His leopard ears trembled. While dry heaving, he huddled in Yu Xianqing’s embrace, using his arms to clamp him in a death grip, his mouth hissing out breath:

“In short, today… you must take responsibility for me…”