Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22.2

Yu Xianqing looked pensively at his belly, rummaging through the thick fur on the abdomen. Zelan’s body suddenly stiffened.

Yu Xianqing: “This is…”

“Aow!”

Zelan reacted violently, springing up. Yu Xianqing pressed down on his belly: “Why did it suddenly become so…”

His petal-like lips spat out filthy words: “Large.”

Zelan snapped at his face in a fit of shame and rage. Yu Xianqing didn’t even blink. As expected, Zelan couldn’t bring himself to bite down, instead giving his face a heavy lick and snorting angry breaths from his nose.

“You are conscious, aren’t you?” Yu Xianqing said suddenly. “So Prince Zelan is actually this affectionate after turning into a leopard.”

He saw a flash of human-like shock and guilt in the leopard’s giant eyes, but it lasted only an instant. The leopard wagged its tail, acting as if it couldn’t understand human speech.

Yu Xianqing let out a sigh: “My apologies. Since you suddenly transformed, I have no way to help you get it out.”

“…”

“It must be very uncomfortable.” Yu Xianqing said. “It’s a pity the cub won’t be born for a while yet, otherwise it wouldn’t have to go to waste.”

The human’s casual words made the skin hidden beneath Zelan’s fur turn red.

With a “shoo” sound, as if by magic, the silver leopard’s thick limbs began to retract. The fur faded away, turning back into human limbs and skin.

“Your Highness.” Yu Xianqing stood up and reached out a hand to him as if nothing had happened.

Zelan’s face was flushed red as he glared at him. “You did that on purpose!”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Yu Xianqing gave a slow smile, took a step closer, and pointed at him. “Do you need me to help you get it out like last time?”

It was strange. Every time the human showed such an expression, Zelan couldn’t help but want to bite him, yet he would subconsciously lighten his force, turning it into gentle licks and nibbles.

“Less… talk.”

This time, when Zelan transformed back to human form, his tail did not disappear.

It was like biting into a cream puff, the creamy filling would instantly overflow.

Yu Xianqing wasn’t wrong, the puff had indeed grown larger.

The leopard tail coiled around his waist, the tip twitching and then snapping straight.

“This tail—isn’t it some kind of interesting toy?” Yu Xianqing toyed with it somewhat wickedly. Before Zelan could get angry, Yu Xianqing stuffed the tail into Zelan’s mouth, successfully earning an indignant glare.

“Mmph!”

“Do me a favor and bite down.” Yu Xianqing kissed his eyelids tenderly. “I really want to see if your tail will drop out when you reach the peak.”

This request was bordering on insolent. Zelan clearly felt insulted, yet he found to his frustration that something was flowing even more freely.

In the end, the tail couldn’t be held in, it hung just as limply around the other’s wrist, looking as though it could be wrung out like a wet cloth.

Air made his eighteenth communication request, which was once again hung up by Zelan.

Yu Xianqing watched from the side without making any comment.

Zelan couldn’t help but pinch his chin, forcing their eyes to meet: “What are you thinking about?”

He still remembered how the human, when locked up, had been obsessed with Air coming to save him.

“Thinking about what to eat for dinner.” Yu Xianqing’s eyes were clear.

“…At least you know your place.” Zelan let him go. “Air is not a character to be trifled with. Don’t let him catch you alone.”

Who knows who it was that used to admire Air so much.

Yu Xianqing nodded obediently on the surface: “Understood. I will follow all your instructions, Your Highness.”

There had been no battles recently, only the ongoing trouble with the plague. Zelan was irritable because of it. Turning his head, he saw Yu Xianqing sitting at the desk, leaning his forehead on his hand, deep in thought over a blank piece of paper.

He had recently been writing out a book called “Tiangong Kaiwu” from memory. Supposedly, it could teach the beastmen—who were not naturally gifted at handicrafts—many miraculous techniques.

However, the content was complex and required repeated recollection to be written down correctly.

His long black hair was draped over his shoulders. Zelan realized that no matter when he looked at Yu Xianqing, the man appeared just as he did when they first met: pure, beautiful, and untainted.

As Yu Xianqing was thinking, a figure appeared behind him. Zelan gathered his hair, toying with it in his palm.

“Yu Xianqing.”

“Is something the matter?”

“If…” Zelan paused for quite a while, but he asked anyway. “If you were me, facing Fran’s threat and Air’s intrusion on Planet Nightingale, what would you do?”

Yu Xianqing: “Do you really want my answer?”

Zelan scoffed. “I won’t kill you if you’re wrong.”

Yu Xianqing thought for a moment and said:

“I would temporarily choose to lead the army and withdraw from Planet Nightingale.”

Zelan’s fingers, which were toying with the hair, paused. “Why?”

Yu Xianqing pulled up a report from the light screen. “The spread of the plague is quite limited; most of it is centered around the Southern District where we are and the Northern District where Fran is. Don’t you feel like we are being targeted?”

“So?”

“The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light. If we withdraw now, we can go to a nearby auxiliary star to recover. Perhaps we can take the opportunity to watch them tear each other apart.”

Yu Xianqing added: “Of course, this is just my immature opinion.”

Zelan lowered his gaze and didn’t argue with him.

“Is that so…”

He asked no more, instead tugging at the human’s hair.

“Sit over there.”

Yu Xianqing was pressed onto the sofa by Zelan. His long hair was gathered up by a pair of hands, and then, a cold hairpin was tucked into the back of his head.

Yu Xianqing touched the back of his head, it was that jade hairpin exclusive to the Queen.

Ever since he had been captured by Zelan, most of the things in his spatial bracelet—including this hairpin—had been confiscated.

“What do you mean by this?” Yu Xianqing asked in surprise.

Zelan: “It means nothing. Just a casual gift.”

“Is that so? I thought you had learned how to be romantic.”

Zelan stroked his hair. This time, he neither argued nor answered.

A week later, Zelan led the main force in a temporary evacuation of Planet Nightingale, strictly blockading the auxiliary star. With the help of Qi Lin and various military doctors, the plague was successfully brought under control.

At the same time, Air arrived at Planet Nightingale, bringing a large number of elite troops.

He made his third private communication request to Zelan, which was still refused.

“If he sincerely wished to discuss military affairs, he should have sent a letter through the military department openly, rather than contacting me privately.” Zelan, dressed in black, gave orders to his subordinates with an expressionless face. “Continue remote monitoring of their situation.”

Clad in a black cloak, he stood in the rainy night as they departed, looking like a silent ghost.

Three days later, Air went to war with Fran, who was entrenched in the capital of Planet Nightingale. Air’s army seemed to have developed an antibody in advance; they were not sensitive to the plague. They killed several of the enemy’s top generals in one go and established dominance in a short time.

The development of events was not outside Yu Xianqing’s expectations.

Another week later, during a gap while Zelan was fast asleep, his terminal received an encrypted email.

“Air has entered Planet Nightingale carrying the virus. Our side is weak; we request the support of the Human Prince.”

It was unsigned, but Yu Xianqing recognized the sender’s identity at a glance.

“You forcibly took me away last time, which made my husband very angry. If you need support, please show a certain level of sincerity.”

Blue light flickered on his face as Yu Xianqing lightly tapped to send the email.

Very quickly, the other side replied.

“The Emperor is frail, and the eldest Prince has no heirs. We are willing to support the Second Prince as the new Sovereign, stationed at Planet Nightingale from now on.”

“Mmph…”

Zelan woke up at this moment. Yu Xianqing immediately closed the light screen and turned to him: “Is something uncomfortable?”

Zelan muttered: “The little beast is kicking me…”

He soon fell back asleep.

Yu Xianqing laughed in spite of himself.

Thinking of the current situation, his smile faded, and his brow furrowed slightly.

He reopened the email and replied: “Words are not proof. Please, Lord Fran, provide concrete sincerity.”

The other party did not send any more letters.

There weren’t this many variables in the original story. Fran could have originally relied on his raw courage and superior combat abilities to crush the other challengers, but unfortunately, Yu Xianqing and Air had been added to the mix.

As an outsider, Yu Xianqing knew that Fran would definitely not fail so easily. But thinking from the perspective of an insider like Fran, there really was no other plan for self-preservation.

Hopefully, he had gambled correctly.

Yu Xianqing rubbed his aching shoulders, crawled quietly back into the covers, and fell asleep with Zelan.

About a week later, Fran suddenly sent a military communication to Zelan, requesting a peace talk.

Yu Xianqing had gambled correctly.

Fran was a very loyal beastman. To protect the soldiers under his command, he proactively bowed his head to Zelan and declared himself a subject. He broke through Air’s layers of encirclement and arrived at the designated location for peace talks the next day.

Yu Xianqing, naturally, made an appearance as well.

Out of some unusual psychological motivation, before they left, Zelan personally dressed Yu Xianqing up beautifully. He gave him a cloak and robe matching his own, adorned his neck with expensive gems the same color as his own eyes, and then put on the Queen’s exclusive hairpin. The “white moonlight” had been turned by him into a flamboyant noble, sparkling with jewelry and radiance.

Yu Xianqing didn’t understand the heart of a beastman.

But the moment he saw Fran and noticed the shock, amazement, and infatuation on the faces of Fran and his adjutants, Yu Xianqing seemed to understand something.

Ah, some strange ‘mate-flaunting’ psychology.

Zelan sat on the main seat with a stiff face, his wide cloak hiding the abnormality of his belly. Yu Xianqing sat in a lower position directly facing the crowd, attracting most of the attention.

Zelan ground his teeth, suddenly regretting things a bit. If he had known, he wouldn’t have dressed him up so well.

His sharp gaze swept coldly around the room: “Look again, and I’ll dig your eyes out.”

Yu Xianqing could look good, but others had no right to look at him.

Only he could look.

Yes, that was the logic. Perfectly sound.

Fran and the others awkwardly withdrew their gazes. Once they began talking about military affairs, they quickly entered the zone.

The military strategists from both sides haggled back and forth, quickly finalizing a draft agreement: Zelan would send troops for support, while Fran would later change his flags and pledge loyalty, though he would be allowed to retain a portion of his army.

Although there were still imperfections, a brief consensus had been reached.

However, on the other side, the situation with Air was not so optimistic.

“Your Highness, I’m sorry. We failed to intercept him, he escaped across the border…”

The adjutant knelt on the floor, covered in cold sweat, his clothes soaked with sweat and blood.

Air sat on the main seat. After a long silence, he gave a light scoff: “Fine. Fran and Zelan—these two are quite interesting.”

He had completely failed to expect that Zelan, who had always been obedient, would repeatedly refuse his communications and openly oppose him.

Perhaps from the moment he sent Zelan to Planet Nightingale, the nature of things had changed.

His simple-minded and short-tempered younger brother had actually grown to such a point.

…No.

It was definitely not just because he had suddenly “woken up.”

Air said calmly, “Stand up. Fran is brave and skilled in battle, and he has excellent luck. This matter isn’t your fault.”

The general thanked him and stood up. Air then asked: “I heard that the human named Yu has a very high reputation in the fringe star systems?”

The Minister of Information hurriedly stepped forward.

“Indeed. It is said that he is not only skilled in social interaction but also proficient in various skills. He can cook, write down long-lost military books from memory, and personally visited the common people during the plague. Combined with being the only existing human in the world, he has gained quite a beautiful reputation.”

“As I thought.” Air rubbed his forehead, his veins bulging as he said hatefully, “If I had known, even if I couldn’t have him, I should have killed him…”

After a while, he laughed again.

“Since Fran could see Zelan, I am Zelan’s Imperial Brother—why can’t I?”

The development of everything was almost entirely within Yu Xianqing’s control.

But Air’s sudden visit still gave him a shock.

“I feel like he’s up to no good, you’d better not go along.” 005 reminded him in his mind.

“He wasn’t a good person to begin with.” Yu Xianqing said. “I have to make this trip.”

He had a bad premonition.

Even though Air had harmed and deceived Zelan, it was impossible for Zelan’s years of love and admiration to vanish just like that.

Yu Xianqing was only afraid that Zelan would go soft on Air. At that time, everything would become passive. Once Zelan was swayed by Air and lost his utility, Fran would counterattack without hesitation.

Zelan might then die just like he did in the original story.

On the day Air arrived at the auxiliary star, Yu Xianqing requested to attend the meeting with Zelan.

Yu Xianqing: “I promise not to have any extra contact with him.”

Zelan’s face was very dark: “No.”

“Are you really not going to let me go?” Yu Xianqing softened his eyes. “Don’t you want to tell Air that I am your man?”

Zelan: “…What do you mean?”

Yu Xianqing took his hand and let it wander over his own body, whispering seductively: “I mean, you can… leave some marks on me. Let him know that I am yours.”

“Don’t you want to?”

The lightly curled tail of his sentence made Zelan’s heart waver for a moment. The beastman’s desire for conquest and possession took the lead during his mating period.

“You said it.”

The next day, when Air saw Yu Xianqing, the human was snuggled in Zelan’s arms, peeling a large orange and feeding it into Zelan’s mouth.

Zelan bit down on his hand, then looked up as if just realizing Air’s presence.

It had been a long time since he had seen his eldest brother. For a moment, it felt like another lifetime.

Quickly recovering, Zelan let go of Yu Xianqing’s hand and said: “Sit.”

A single word, showing total coldness.

Air sat down without any pleasantries either.

“We have matters to discuss with the Second Prince…”

The military strategists from both sides met briefly and began the opening remarks.

Only Zelan continued to slowly eat the orange from Yu Xianqing.

It wasn’t until someone coughed to remind them that Yu Xianqing, with a red face, tried to stand up from Zelan’s embrace to sit to the side. At that moment, a clinking sound was heard. Everyone instinctively looked over and discovered that Yu Xianqing and Zelan both had bracelets on their wrists, and the two were bound together by a chain between the bracelets.

Even the beastmen, who were famous for being lustful and passionate, were stunned.

They really played rough.

Zelan gave an impatient “tsk” and leaned against the back of his chair, pulling Yu Xianqing even tighter in a provocative manner.

Everyone: “…”

Fine.

It didn’t affect anything anyway.

The meeting hadn’t even reached the halfway point before the strategists on Air’s and Zelan’s sides suddenly began arguing over various interests.

While the two sides were arguing excitedly, Air looked at the motionless Zelan and flashed a smile. Just as he was about to say something to start a conversation, Zelan’s beastly ears instantly flattened into ‘airplane ears’, and his mouth pursed as if he were extremely annoyed by him.

Air suddenly wondered if Zelan had discovered something—was that why he was so disgusted by him?

In a corner no one could see, Zelan’s body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

He had been playing happily with Yu Xianqing, however… something that was only a joke suddenly happened.

“Your Highness, what should we do?”

Yu Xianqing lowered his gaze, clutching Zelan’s collar half-way, leaning into his embrace clingily. He complained in a very, very soft whisper against his ear.

“I didn’t have time to help you get it out before we left this morning. It’s already… soaked my clothes.”

A faint sigh hovered by his ear.

“In a moment, how can I face anyone…”