Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22.1

Yu Xianqing had a slender frame and very beautiful fingers, which were currently dripping with an ambiguous liquid, looking as if they had been defiled.

Zelan’s Adam’s apple rolled. His refusal was swallowed back down, and he asked cautiously: “You aren’t lying to me again, are you?”

Yu Xianqing smeared the substance onto him, his fingertips crushing down with a weight that was neither too light nor too heavy. Zelan tried to shrink away uncomfortably, but the human laughed.

“Try it and you’ll know.”

His round leopard ears flattened against the back of his head, Zelan was hesitant.

Yu Xianqing continued to ponder aloud: “I heard it has to be brought out regularly, otherwise, if you’re in a military meeting and it suddenly leaks out by accident…”

Zelan imagined that scene; his scalp instantly went numb, and he gritted his teeth.

“…Then be gentle.”

It turned out that ‘trying it’ was a death sentence.

Zelan couldn’t last three rounds. Near the brink of collapse, he bit down on Yu Xianqing’s other free hand, his savage canine teeth catching on the finger joints, grinding shallowly.

It didn’t hurt at all—it was actually very itchy. This reminded Yu Xianqing of a Maine Coon he used to raise; when he scratched its belly, it would bite his hand exactly like this, looking as if it wanted to bite hard but couldn’t bring itself to do it.

The human slowly leaned in, burying his head in the beastman’s chest.

Without thinking, Zelan pressed a palm against the back of the human’s head. His body automatically pulled him into his embrace, and at a certain moment, the arches of his feet snapped perfectly straight.

After a long while, Yu Xianqing returned to his seat, a suspicious white mark at the corner of his mouth. He calmly licked his lips. “It seems a bit bland?”

“Im… impossible…”

A predator who ate meat every day should have a taste that was practically fishy; how could it be bland?

“Try it yourself.”

Yu Xianqing gave him a kiss.

It was a brief, superficial exchange. Before Zelan could hook the human back, the tongue had already retracted.

“How was it?”

The beastman’s expression was incredibly disheveled. His whole body twitched slightly, and he looked at the human with wet eyelashes, unable to say a single word.

“It seems the books were lying.”

Yu Xianqing brushed a strand of hair that was stuck to Zelan’s cheek back behind his ear. His tone was very gentle, yet he sounded realized.

“It’s not sweet at all.”

…What kind of book would write such a thing?

A blurry consciousness flickered through Zelan’s brain, but it was quickly discarded by its owner.

A long time later, he said with a trembling voice, refusing to admit defeat.

“…It will become sweet.”

After being a “plaything” for a long time, Yu Xianqing discovered that this profession wasn’t particularly hard to do.

Unlike being the Imperial Concubine, being a plaything only required making the boss who kept him happy. No early wake-ups, no social engagements, no hypocritical pleasantries.

Of course, there was no salary either.

Most of the items in his spatial bracelet had been confiscated by Zelan. Yu Xianqing was left with some worthless scraps of copper and iron, among which was the small puppet that was nearly finished.

Taking advantage of Zelan going to a meeting, Yu Xianqing spent his time alone in the room repairing it. He carved the puppet’s face into a cute, smooth round face and painted it with white lacquer; finally, it was a success.

Winding the spring on the puppet’s back, the limbs moved flexibly, and the music box emitted a pleasant melody.

But it still felt like something was missing. What was it?

He took the original broken base out of the bracelet; the wood-carved part had already rotted.

Flipping it over casually, Yu Xianqing’s gaze suddenly stopped.

His finger wiped away the black dust from the bottom, and a small line of letters caught his attention.

“Yanal”.

Yu Xianqing silently read the word. For a moment, he felt he must have heard it somewhere before.

With no one to ask, Yu Xianqing could only set it aside for the time being.

Some time later, Air arrived at Planet Nightingale. Some of the family heads of the fiefdoms went to pledge their loyalty, but a significant portion remained unmoved.

It was also from this time that Zelan’s sleep became increasingly shallow, and he often woke up startled in the middle of the night.

When waking up the next day, Yu Xianqing always found himself held in his arms, pressed against his belly. Zelan’s face would be pale with pain even in his dreams, yet he still wouldn’t let go.

“Don’t go…” Broken murmurs spilled from the beastman’s lips. “…Only you left…”

Yu Xianqing could only gently pat his back to wake him from the nightmare.

Zelan became more and more inseparable from Yu Xianqing, even making him sit by his side during meetings.

As the days passed, such situations became more frequent.

The generals had some complaints. They respected the rare human prince, but that didn’t mean they were willing to let him participate in such important matters.

An Imperial Concubine who lived deep in the inner chambers, an ancient human—what could he possibly understand?

Yu Xianqing never argued. Instead, he proceeded to write out from memory ancient military texts that had been lost for ten thousand years, such as “The Art of War” by Sun Tzu, “Sun Bin’s Art of War”, “The Methods of the Sima”…

The books were printed into documents and distributed to everyone’s light screens.

From then on, the way all the officers looked at Yu Xianqing changed. Some beastmen who used to look down their noses at him would even proactively pull him aside to ask for other ancient books, though they were always driven away by Zelan.

Later on, every general had a copy of “The Art of War” by their bedside, reading it day and night, unable to put it down.

“Why are you always attracting attention?”

Zelan had driven away many beastmen who wanted to strike up a conversation during the day, and at night, huddled under the covers, he was still grumbling about it, saying hatefully.

“I really should continue to lock you up and let no one see you.”

Yu Xianqing was already used to his periodic episodes. He very crisply stuffed a sleeping pill into his mouth.

“Erlang, time to take your medicine.”

The pill went down, and Zelan nearly choked. He said suspiciously:

“What does ‘Er-Lang’ mean?”

Yu Xianqing had only wanted to tease him using Pan Jinlian’s tone, but he hadn’t expected Zelan to take it seriously. Suppressing his amusement, he explained solemnly.

“You can understand it as a relatively ancient and intimate term of endearment.”

Zelan’s brow smoothed out slightly, then furrowed again.

“Why ‘Second Wolf’? Who is the ‘Head Wolf’?”

“…The number represents the ranking of siblings in the family. And the oldest isn’t called ‘Head Wolf,’ he’s called ‘First Wolf’.”

Zelan listened with confusion. He simply gripped the human’s hand bossily: “You’re not allowed to call me Second Wolf, if you’re going to call me that, I’m the First Wolf.”

“…Oh.”

Yu Xianqing suppressed the corner of his mouth and said warmly.

“Then First Wolf, go to sleep.”

Zelan pulled up the covers, giving him a suspicious look in the process: “What are you laughing at?”

Yu Xianqing widened his eyes: “I’m not laughing.”

Zelan narrowed his eyes: “Liar.”

He suddenly reached out, hooked Yu Xianqing’s neck, and pulled him down onto the bed.

Felines were several times more agile than humans. Yu Xianqing was caught off guard by his move, and in a blur of motion, he was pinned to the bed.

Yu Xianqing instinctively supported Zelan’s belly. “What’s wrong?”

Zelan stared at him: “Why the laugh?”

Yu Xianqing: “…I have a cheerful disposition.”

Zelan looked completely unconvinced. Before he could press further, Yu Xianqing suddenly pressed his hand tightly against his abdomen, his eyes widening slightly.

“Zelan, it’s rubbing against me!”

“Hmm?” Zelan froze. Yu Xianqing pulled him down, his features showing a ripple of joy, his eyes bright with pure surprise.

“It seems to want to talk to me. Can I listen to it?”

It wasn’t that the cub hadn’t moved in the belly before, but just now, it seemed to have gained consciousness, proactively approaching Yu Xianqing and rubbing against his palm.

…It was magical, seemingly a blood-linked telepathy that made Yu Xianqing feel as if this child liked him very much and wanted to be close to him.

“…Suit yourself.”

It was the first time Zelan had seen Yu Xianqing look so visibly happy, he was even somewhat dazed.

He proactively adjusted his posture to lean against the bedside and pulled Yu Xianqing over, dominantly pressing him against his abdomen: “Listen… hiss.”

The beastman didn’t hold back his strength at all; the belly was pressed until it hurt a bit. Yu Xianqing let go and rubbed it: “Be careful.”

“What’s there to be careful of…”

Zelan’s voice gradually lowered. Yu Xianqing’s ear was pressed against the thin skin of the belly, and he suddenly felt the cub’s pulsation very clearly.

Of course, he couldn’t hear any sound, but when Yu Xianqing sat up, he opened his mouth in surprise.

“Zelan.” Yu Xianqing poked him. “Look!”

Zelan looked down and found a tiny paw print on the skin of his belly.

“So cute…” Yu Xianqing praised without reservation. “It even knows how to stretch its paws; it must be very smart!”

“…” Zelan stared at him. “Oh.”

The gloom brought by the raging plague over the past few days was swept away at this moment. Yu Xianqing opened his light screen to take a photo of the little paw, only for his wrist to be gripped by Zelan.

“What is it?”

Zelan didn’t speak. He suddenly stuffed his own hand into Yu Xianqing’s embrace.

He turned his head away, looking indifferent, but his furry ears stood straight up.

What did this mean?

Yu Xianqing was puzzled, but then he thought of his previous statement.

He looked down at Zelan’s hand and thought with some uncertainty.

Could it be… Zelan also wants to prove that he… is very smart?

That night, perhaps out of some perverse humor he wouldn’t admit to himself, Yu Xianqing pretended not to understand. He put Zelan’s hand back down and went to sleep.

Zelan’s mood was as low as the rainy season all night. If he hadn’t had to go to the army, he definitely wouldn’t have let the human off.

Now that the plague was spreading, everyone in the army was fearing for their own safety. Even morning drills were canceled, and there was a serious shortage of manpower.

With Zelan’s silent permission, Yu Xianqing put on a protective mask and, along with Qi Lin, personally came into contact with the infected to get more detailed information on the condition.

No matter how grotesque or filthy the patients looked, Yu Xianqing’s attitude remained consistent. He personally distributed food to them, invited young local doctors to give lectures in the ward, and even set up psychological counseling rooms for some patients.

Through visits across the entire military camp and even the refugee areas, stories of Yu Xianqing’s deeds spread further and further. The reputation of the “Reincarnation of the Saint” gradually began to circulate.

After another free clinic session, Qi Lin asked him: “Your body is delicate; is it worth taking the risk of infection every day like this?”

Yu Xianqing took off the heavy protective mask, leaving several deep marks on his face.

He shook his head.

“Everyone has their own responsibility. Saving people is your duty, which is why you take care of patients in the plague zone every day. As the Imperial Concubine, caring for the people is also my responsibility, so I came.”

“But…”

Qi Lin gritted his teeth: “Prince Zelan treats you so poorly, and yet you still want to help him?”

“Qi Lin.” Yu Xianqing interrupted him. “He isn’t abusing me. Don’t say such things again.”

Qi Lin: “I don’t understand.”

Yu Xianqing sighed: “Qi Lin, if one day I am no longer here, promise me you will take good care of him.”

Qi Lin didn’t speak for a moment. Yu Xianqing pressed his hand on his shoulder, his beautiful eyes sorrowful yet firm:

“You have issues with Zelan, but the little leopard is my child too. Can you help me take care of them?”

“What do you mean by that?” Qi Lin said somewhat anxiously. “Are you really going to leave?”

Yu Xianqing neither confirmed nor denied: “Can you promise?”

A moment of silence.

Qi Lin finally nodded.

“I follow your command.”

As early as half a month ago, Suma, the head of the illegitimate sons, had been personally shot by Zelan, and his army had been incorporated.

However, Fran, whose strength was originally the most conservative, had used unknown means to gain the recognition of the northern nobles. His vitality was extremely strong, making him even more troublesome than Suma.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and because people were dying on both sides, they temporarily couldn’t bother with fighting.

Zelan’s expression grew grimmer by the day, and his pregnancy symptoms became increasingly severe. If he couldn’t smell Yu Xianqing’s scent, Zelan would run to the toilet and vomit until he was dizzy.

One afternoon, Yu Xianqing returned to the room and saw no one. There was only a giant silver leopard lying in the center of the carpet, its tail flicking listlessly.

Upon seeing him, the leopard’s ears immediately stood up, and it let out an “Aow” at him.

Yu Xianqing took off his shoes while walking closer with light steps. “Why did you transform?”

The leopard didn’t have human vocal cords and couldn’t answer him in words. It lowered its limbs, its mountain-like back muscles bulging as its giant beastly head rubbed against Yu Xianqing’s palm.

“Aowuu—”

“Hungry? Tired? Or feeling unwell?” Yu Xianqing used both hands to rub its head. The leopard squinted its eyes comfortably, a purring sound coming from its throat.

After rubbing for a while, Yu Xianqing’s hands felt a bit sore, and he stood up. “I’m going to cook.”

The leopard looked up, bit his hem, and pulled back, letting out a low cry, refusing to let him leave.

“Alright.” Yu Xianqing had no choice but to sit down. Zelan immediately took the opportunity to crawl into his embrace, constantly sniffing him. His furry head rubbed desperately against Yu Xianqing; the human had to brace his hands on the floor just to avoid being pinned down by him.

It felt as if the roles had reversed and he was being petted by a big cat.

The barbed tongue licked him all over. Yu Xianqing was covered in sticky saliva and finally couldn’t take it anymore, pushing the leopard’s head away: “Stop licking, it’s very itchy.”

Zelan let out a cry and, following Yu Xianqing’s force, fell backward like a professional scammer. His four limbs pointed upward, revealing a bulging belly. His tail flicked and hooked around Yu Xianqing’s hand, letting out low “meow meows” at him.

Yu Xianqing stepped forward and stroked the leopard’s belly; it was furry and warm, and it felt great.

A faint, moist scent of jasmine filled the air.

“Very affectionate today.” Yu Xianqing rubbed the silver leopard’s belly as a reward and stroked its ears. “What happened?”

“Aowuu.”

The leopard twisted its body using all four limbs, its tail flicking wildly, nearly knocking Yu Xianqing over.

He steadied himself, suddenly recalling a similar situation from before.

Could it be…

“Mating period?”

Yu Xianqing looked at Zelan in surprise.

Zelan steadfastly rubbed his belly against the man, seemingly enjoying being stroked very much.

It was unlikely for Zelan to be this affectionate while fully conscious.

But last time he wasn’t conscious, wasn’t it because Air had drugged him?

What was it for this time?

Yu Xianqing wanted to contact Qi Lin, but when his hand moved toward his terminal, it was snatched up by Zelan’s mouth.

“Your Highness, please let go.” Yu Xianqing tried to convince it.

“Aow—”

Zelan held his hand in its mouth, unwilling.

“Forget it.” Yu Xianqing said. “I won’t call anyone else. Let go first, and I’ll give you a simple check-up.”

The leopard’s beastly pupils moved slowly. Yu Xianqing could clearly see himself reflected in them, sitting on the floor with no elegance to speak of, his long hair licked into a mess.

After a while, the beast’s mouth opened. Yu Xianqing pulled his wrist out and used a simple device to test him. He had indeed entered the mating period, but no other problems were found for the moment.

Even stranger.

Yu Xianqing looked at the big leopard with its four limbs in the air, asking for a belly rub, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Could it be… he’s faking it?

The jasmine concentration in the air was too high. Zelan’s thick tail slapped the floor impatiently.

Yu Xianqing actually still wasn’t coming to stroke him.

He stretched out his four claws and let out “wuu wuu” cries at the human.