Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21.2

Qi Lin exited the room with a look of suspicion. Only then did Zelan speak.

“Your knack for lying comes quite naturally, is that how you tricked my adjutant away?”

Yu Xianqing: “I was speaking the truth.”

Zelan didn’t believe him at all.

“If you can stand up, then get to work.”

Zelan tilted his chin toward the bathroom, signaling Yu Xianqing to go take a bath.

His beastly pupils were deep as they swept over the human’s body wantonly. “Get yourself clean.”

Yu Xianqing thought back to the forum posts he had browsed. Supposedly, during a beastman’s pregnancy, their ‘urges’ are very intense. Furthermore, unlike humans, beastmen have the concept of pheromones.

When the cub is still in the belly, it needs the father’s scent to stimulate the mother’s body to produce a type of progesterone. This ensures the child remains stable in the birth canal and doesn’t become restless due to hormonal deficiency, which would otherwise torment the mother’s body.

No wonder Zelan always looked like he had the will but lacked the strength, that little leopard had probably been quite restless lately.

Yu Xianqing obediently went to bathe.

But a very terrifying thing happened.

Perhaps because he had been frozen for a whole day, he was a bit… unable to get it up.

Qi Lin had treated his two legs, but he hadn’t said anything about checking the third leg.

And neither Yu Xianqing nor Zelan had realized this problem yet.

Yu Xianqing was inside for a long time without coming out. The sound of water pattered continuously. The temperature from the bathroom slowly infected Zelan’s face, making his mouth and tongue feel dry.

He couldn’t bring himself to urge Yu Xianqing to hurry up. Below, something was leaking out again. Gritting his teeth, he could only shift his legs and pull out the items Yu Xianqing had made back then from the back of the cabinet.

His heavy clothing was lifted, revealing a belly that was now thoroughly showing. The little leopard inside seemed to sense a strange aura and moved gently beneath the thin skin of the abdomen.

“Behave yourself.” Zelan cursed at his belly.

The offspring of beastmen always appear in beast form when they are first born to obtain more affection and nutrients from the mother.

Zelan had initially thought that such an unstable pregnancy would result in a human, but it turned out to be a loathsome leopard cub—exceptionally large and exceptionally naughty. When it moved around, it would inadvertently crush certain strange places, causing Zelan great suffering.

The human hadn’t come out yet. Like a child playing with toys behind an adult’s back, Zelan couldn’t help but let out two low moans, his face flushing crimson in an instant.

Yu Xianqing walked out of the bathroom in silence. Seeing Zelan on the bed with reddened eyes, he became even more silent.

The beastman’s lithe, athletic body was covered in a thin sweat. Hearing the movement, he looked over with eyes full of watery mist. Yu Xianqing’s heart stirred, and he walked toward him.

“Is it fun?”

Unfortunately, the child didn’t even know how to play with his toys properly, it had to be him instead.

Zelan turned into a fluid creature, biting the human’s shoulder. He almost made Yu Xianqing bleed, but in the end, he only licked it.

Fearing he might pressure the cub, Yu Xianqing only held his waist in the end, closing his eyes and placing a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Zelan’s chin rested on the human’s shoulder. His beastly eyes couldn’t hold a focus. He turned his head and saw the faint light of the satellite falling on the floor, printing layers of leaf shadows.

The branches and leaves swayed in the night wind. Zelan held Yu Xianqing, bit his lips, and sucked with closed eyes. His tongue pried open the teeth, plundering anxiously, as if using his lips and tongue to confirm the man’s existence.

Yu Xianqing allowed him to kiss him. This time, there was no taste of blood. Zelan held back his strength, and a hint of tenderness could actually be read in his movements.

A hand bossily stripped away the silk pajama robe, invading like fire as it moved downward—only to feel a patch of total silence.

“…?”

Confused and bewildered.

Yu Xianqing: “…It seems the temperature isn’t high enough.”

Zelan didn’t give up and continued to try, yet there was still a dead silence.

“It was probably frozen into this state.” Yu Xianqing’s eyelashes fluttered. “Let’s not today. I feel like you aren’t really able to continue either…”

“Shut up…”

Zelan was ultimately a bit scared. Yu Xianqing had turned into this after only one day of soaking, what if he had soaked for several more days…

He couldn’t lose Yu Xianqing, and he didn’t want to see Yu Xianqing in a sickly state.

All that talk about breaking his legs and locking him in a cage—Zelan found that he simply couldn’t bear to do it.

He couldn’t go through with it.

From beginning to end, he just wanted Yu Xianqing to stay, to not leave him. That was all.

He couldn’t leave.

The scent of jasmine was wrapped in pungent anger. Driven by his unwillingness, the beastman gradually slid downward.

“Wait…”

Yu Xianqing grabbed a handful of silver-white hair, rubbing even that pair of leopard ears under his palm, like holding the ears of a restless rabbit.

No matter how many times it happened, the human could never habitually endure the barbs on the tongue. However, that weak prickling sensation turned into a slightly sharp touch at this moment. The scalding heat gradually turned the icy calm into an even greater heat.

The cub in the belly fell into a stable sleep.

Zelan stroked his bulging belly. Drowsiness swept over him, warm and cozy; his eyelids could barely stay open.

Yu Xianqing massaged his belly for him and turned off the light. In the quiet darkness, he said softly, “Go to sleep. I’m here.”

The human’s presence made the beastman frown slightly, and he quietly nudged himself toward him before falling into a deeper sleep than those previous nights of lonely, difficult rest.

Undoubtedly, when he was the Imperial Concubine, Yu Xianqing was a perfect one. When he was a plaything, he was an irreproachable plaything.

The anger that had briefly appeared that day had long since vanished. Standing before Zelan now was an obedient and submissive human “slave” who wore whatever he was told to wear and did whatever he was told to do, working hard to feed his master and the cub.

Zelan had specifically ordered several “manservant” outfits for him. They were exquisite on the outside but actually very easy to tear open. The wide hems were enough to hide the strange movements of the two, showing only the beastman’s slightly dazed expression and the slight flush on the human’s face.

Zelan kept Yu Xianqing by his side, which carried a bit of a personal vendetta—wanting to personally watch him for any slip-ups.

But after all these days, forget about any leverage; Yu Xianqing was as obedient as a doll. Even that noble composure and elegant etiquette were just masks. The real Yu Xianqing didn’t have much moral integrity at all. Several times, Zelan simply couldn’t help himself, and Yu Xianqing indulged him, nearly getting caught by subordinates in the meeting room.

Worst of all, once Yu Xianqing finished, he could straighten his hem and immediately return to a state as if nothing had happened. Zelan could only cover himself with a few more layers of clothing to hide his pregnant belly and his disheveled state.

He hated Yu Xianqing’s composure, hated Yu Xianqing’s current obedient calm, and hated even more that Yu Xianqing had knocked him up while still plotting every day how to leave him.

Zelan loathed him, yet he simply couldn’t leave him. He wanted to break his legs and build a cage to trap him by his side for a lifetime, yet he couldn’t accept the human’s indifferent eyes, which looked no different from looking at a stranger.

He felt he might be going crazy.

Sometimes he thought self-destructively: If it stays like this for a lifetime—Yu Xianqing as the Imperial Concubine on the surface and a sex slave in private—even if it’s forced because of the little leopard, that would be fine.

“INCOMING CALL FROM HIS MAJESTY.”

A line of large red warning text appeared on the mechanical light screen. Zelan sat up straight in the study, frowning as he accepted his Imperial Father’s video call request.

Yu Xianqing sat to the side, studying how to cut an apple into the shape of a kitten. He looked up, and when the screen opened, he met the aged eyes of the Emperor.

Yu Xianqing’s knife work paused for a moment. He felt the Emperor looked much older than when they first met.

Obviously, Zelan noticed this too, but he didn’t have any warm concern, his tone cold.

“What is it?”

The Emperor coughed. “Is the human by your side?”

There was a blind spot on the screen; he didn’t see Yu Xianqing.

“He is. Why ask?” Zelan became alert. “What is my Imperial Brother coming here for?”

“Pathetic.” The Emperor frowned in disgust. “You return after a while. Your Imperial Brother will go to Planet Nightingale to train for a few years.”

Although Planet Nightingale was on the fringe, it was an extremely important military stronghold, governing a vast area of surrounding star systems with a wide territory.

Since coming to this sector, Zelan had killed space pirates, reclaimed lost lands, and frequently subdued generals. With victory after victory, his military power threatened to override imperial power. Planet Nightingale was remote and difficult to manage; if it were to become independent, it would be a huge problem. Otherwise, the Fran in the original story could never have fought his way into the Imperial Capital with an army.

Even if Zelan didn’t have that ambition, the Emperor and the Crown Prince far away in the Imperial City didn’t have that much confidence. They only felt at ease when military power was in their own hands.

In the past, if Zelan didn’t speak, it was a silent agreement. But when the Emperor issued an order that wasn’t much of a request, Zelan gave a cold laugh.

“And if I refuse?”

“This is an imperial decree.” The Emperor’s gaze didn’t change. “You have no right to resist.”

Zelan: “The situation on Planet Nightingale is unstable. I am not leaving.”

The Emperor stared at him with blue eyes that were remarkably similar to his own. After the father and son confronted each other for a long time, the Emperor said: “You’ve certainly become capable. Unfortunately, your Mother Queen doesn’t have much longer to live.”

“What did you say?”

“Your Mother Queen contracted the plague, and her health collapsed instantly. The doctors say she won’t live for more than half a month at most.”

As the Emperor spoke, he frowned and coughed. “The plague is rampant in the Imperial Capital. If your Imperial Brother goes to Planet Nightingale, he can also avoid the disease.”

Zelan looked at him in a daze, not yet recovered from the news. Yu Xianqing suddenly spoke up: “What if Prince Air brings the virus with him?”

“Who is speaking?”

“It’s me.” Yu Xianqing slowly showed his face. “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

The Emperor scrutinized him and discovered the section of chain hidden under his formal wear.

“Zelan is abusing you.”

He used a declarative sentence.

Zelan snapped his head toward Yu Xianqing and pinched his wrist.

Zelan: “That is none of your concern.”

Yu Xianqing: “It’s foreplay.”

Emperor: “…”

Who the f*ck cared about that.

He wasn’t old yet, but the sickly aura had already dragged down his body. Yu Xianqing asked the system: “How much longer can he live?”

“Based on the precise calculation of plague mortality big data, three months.”

Three months.

A lot can happen in three months.

Zelan and his father didn’t say more than three sentences before simultaneously hanging up the communication in mutual disagreement.

Anger hung on his face, but as he looked at Yu Xianqing, he was dazed again.

“Mother Queen is going to die.” His voice suddenly became very soft.

“I know.” Yu Xianqing said. “Do you need a hug?”

Zelan looked at him for a while, then lunged forward as if in a frenzy to hug him, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder. He didn’t speak or move, just held him like that.

After a long time, Yu Xianqing felt tears falling on his neck—silent, yet scorching hot.

In the end, Zelan did not choose to return to the Imperial Capital.

The things he had his subordinates investigate were more or less coming to light. Without investigating, he wouldn’t have known; once he did, he discovered that Air’s track record was practically filled with stains, making Zelan’s heart grow cold.

While Zelan was busy and overwhelmed, Yu Xianqing secretly met with Qi Lin in private.

The door to the storeroom closed silently behind them. Yu Xianqing dropped the pleasantries, relaxing with a smile: “Regarding what happened before, you’ve really been wronged.”

Qi Lin shook his head: “Not wronged. Since I chose you, I am willing to do everything for you. Besides, Prince Zelan only used some conventional methods, he didn’t abuse me.”

The story goes back to the day the two of them ran out from the base and were sealed in the cave.

Yu Xianqing woke from his high fever and said to Qi Lin: “I need you to do something for me.”

Qi Lin hurriedly said: “Please tell me.”

“As it stands, we won’t be able to find Zelan proactively. But it doesn’t matter, he will find us soon,” Yu Xianqing said. “He will suspect me of colluding with the enemy. As for you, I need you to pretend you are still working for Air. When Zelan interrogates you, reveal everything Air has done.”

Qi Lin was shocked: “Why would you do this?”

Yu Xianqing’s cheeks were flushed from the fever, but his eyes were clear.

“Zelan’s power is growing, so Air definitely won’t be able to sit still. Given his personality, he won’t be able to resist taking everything of Zelan’s away… I need you to use a ‘bitter meat’ trap. First, to let Zelan know Air’s true face, and second, to trick Air into trusting you.”

“Of course, if you can’t do it, it doesn’t matter.”

In just a few dozen seconds, Qi Lin figured out all the key points. He was shocked that the human was using himself as a chess piece; after all, one wrong step would mean an inescapable dead end.

Beyond the shock, the canine nature to obey the strong made the resolve in his heart even firmer.

“I am willing to serve unto death.”

—Returning to the present, Yu Xianqing spoke sincerely once more: “I need you to do one last thing for me.”

“Please say it.”

Yu Xianqing leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words. Qi Lin’s eyes slowly widened, and his breathing even came to a halt. He said urgently: “No, absolutely not!”

“I am certain.” Yu Xianqing comforted him. “Don’t worry.”

Qi Lin couldn’t stop shaking his head: “But if you do this, what can you possibly gain in the end?”

What could he gain?

Yu Xianqing thought about it.

“Freedom.” he said. “From the very beginning when I woke up in this world, everything I did was out of necessity. Only this matter is something I am doing of my own accord.”

his inner choice was freedom.

The plague came too quickly. Before Air could even arrive, the virus spread rampantly through the army via traveling interstellar merchants.

What was noteworthy was that this disease spread faster only within Zelan’s and Fran’s armies. In a short time, the casualties on both sides were basically equal.

Yu Xianqing had reason to suspect this virus was Air’s doing, yet he had no evidence.

As more and more people died, Zelan’s expression became increasingly grim. Yu Xianqing often saw him sitting in the study having meetings when he got up in the night, the lights never going out.

His belly was also getting larger and larger. Probably because of Yu Xianqing, he was grudgingly willing to let Qi Lin near to examine his body. If all went as expected, he would give birth successfully in three months.

But things couldn’t continue like this.

Finally, one day, Zelan collapsed due to unbearable abdominal pain.

Yu Xianqing used hot water to apply a compress to his belly. Qi Lin stood next to the medical device, holding a data sheet, his eyebrows furrowed into a mountain peak.

“He can’t overwork himself anymore.” Qi Lin said. “Things had gotten a bit better, but now the state of the fetus is unstable again.”

As a doctor, facing a patient who doesn’t care about their own body was very distressing. Who knew Zelan’s expression would be even more distressed than his.

“If it dies this easily, it still wants to be the eldest Imperial grandson?”

Qi Lin: “…”

Zelan looked up and saw he was still there. He had already found Qi Lin very grating, and seeing him reminded him of Yu Xianqing lying in his arms looking weak that day.

A doctor who can’t even take care of a person is truly a quack. If it weren’t for Yu Xianqing’s strong insistence that he stay by his side, Zelan would never have allowed this quack near him.

After driving him away with a few cold words, Yu Xianqing looked at Zelan disapprovingly. Zelan felt inexplicably guilty and said: “Why are you looking at me like that? Want to be locked in the dungeon again?”

Yu Xianqing: “At a time like this, you shouldn’t have let Qi Lin leave.”

Seeing him speak for someone else, Zelan felt both aggrieved and irritable: “Are you questioning me?”

Yu Xianqing stared at him for a moment and gave a helpless sigh.

“I’m not.”

Zelan’s chest heaved. He suddenly clutched his chest. Yu Xianqing asked: “What’s wrong? Is your heart uncomfortable?”

In late pregnancy, the fetus can press against the heart, especially with a fetus as large as the little leopard’s.

“No.” Zelan frowned and touched it. “My chest hurts from you making me angry.”

“Chest pain?” Yu Xianqing was puzzled but still reached out to check. “Let me see, I’m afraid it’s a tumor.”

Zelan grabbed his collar, not letting him look: “Weren’t you just blaming me? Why come over now? Just let me and this little beast die together.”

“Listen to you. Didn’t you say the child had nothing to do with me at the beginning?” Yu Xianqing said. “Even if it has nothing to do with me, I’m still involved. After all, I’m just that meddlesome of a person. Please move your hands, Your Highness.”

Yu Xianqing patiently moved his hands away. This time, Zelan only turned his head away and didn’t resist.

The shirt was unbuttoned. Yu Xianqing pressed very purely and cautiously. Zelan’s toes couldn’t help but curl, and he unconsciously arched his back.

The further the pregnancy progressed, the more his body seemed “broken.” Sometimes, if Yu Xianqing just touched him once, he could easily reach the peak.

Yu Xianqing’s movements suddenly paused for a moment.

“Your Highness…” he called out somewhat hesitantly.

Zelan bit his lower lip: “What’s wrong?”

He turned his head back and immediately saw the suspicious liquid on Yu Xianqing’s hand.

For a moment, he didn’t react: “What is that?”

Yu Xianqing pointed at him, his gaze shifting slightly: “Sweet fruit juice?”

Zelan looked down. In a flash, he suddenly realized what it was.

His face turned red instantly.

“YU! XIAN! QING!”

“Your Highness.”

Yu Xianqing stopped him from trying to jump up from the bed, looking at him very seriously.

“I saw on the internet that it’s not uncommon for male beastmen to experience this situation. I even specifically learned a bit of the ‘catalyst’ technique because of it. Would you like to try?”