Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 25.2

Yu Xianqing scanned his body, suddenly acting surprised: “Prince Zelan, you have a reaction. Are you this excited just because I mentioned it?”

“Shut up…”

Zelan couldn’t outtalk Yu Xianqing. Gritting his teeth, he simply stopped speaking.

Fine, so what if the curtains weren’t drawn? Like Yu Xianqing said, nobody could see anyway!

He leaned back on one side and, under Yu Xianqing’s direction, took off his clothes and folded them to the side.

“Yes, just like that.” Yu Xianqing squinted one eye, measuring with his brush, and said with satisfaction, “Good, very good. Absolutely perfect.”

During this time, Zelan watched him without moving.

Yu Xianqing had excellent vision. During those long yet short star-hours, he observed every ripple of muscle on Zelan’s body, half-seriously and half-mischievously.

The muscle groups bloomed with a healthy aesthetic under the owner’s exertion. Zelan truly hadn’t bragged. No matter how ashamed he felt, he maintained the same posture and expression without change.

With such a dedicated model, the artist himself quickly became immersed in the work.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint scratching sound suddenly came from the door.

Yu Xianqing stopped his brush, looking at the athletic silhouette on the canvas, feeling somewhat confused.

He had given orders not to let anyone approach during this time.

But the sound didn’t stop, instead, it grew louder and louder.

Yu Xianqing paused, found a robe in a nearby cabinet, and draped it over Zelan: “I’ll be out for a moment.”

Zelan frowned, looking a bit unhappy. Yu Xianqing planted a comforting kiss on his forehead, then opened the door and walked out.

A moment later, he walked back in with a small black leopard in his arms.

Bao-Bao was dangling a tennis ball in his mouth, looking oblivious, his tail curled into a playful half-arc.

The scratching sound just now had been made by him.

Seeing his Zelan Papa draped in a thin garment, Bao-Bao gave an excited “aow” and reached out his paws for a hug.

Zelan: “…”

Yu Xianqing felt inexplicably guilty: “I lost track of time… four star-hours have passed. Bao-Bao must be hungry.”

When the two of them were alone, the little fellow was usually left in the care of a nanny. But Bao-Bao was quite mischievous; he would sneak out whenever no one was looking, dangling his ragged little tennis ball and following the scent of his two papas to find them.

Not only that, Bao-Bao had later learned how to stand up and open doors.

Sometimes when Yu Xianqing and Zelan were engaging in harmonious exercise in the room, Bao-Bao would suddenly burst in with an “aow aow,” scaring them both half to death.

“Aow aow!”

Bao-Bao dropped the tennis ball and barked at Zelan. Zelan scruffed him and, with a look of displeasure, let him lie on his body to eat.

“I haven’t even eaten yet myself, but he gets to eat first.” Zelan said.

Yu Xianqing watched this scene without blinking, his eyes darkening slightly as he sat back down in front of the easel.

“Indeed.”

After Zelan finished feeding the child, he tried to move him away, but Bao-Bao refused to let go. His nascent fangs made Zelan frown in pain: “Let go!”

“Aow-wu?” Bao-Bao let go blankly, not knowing why his Zelan Papa had suddenly changed his expression.

The little leopard didn’t know his own strength yet. He only instinctively felt he had made his papa angry.

He curled his tail. Yu Xianqing quickly walked over, took Bao-Bao away, and while scratching his head fur, leaned down to check on Zelan: “No bleeding. Does it hurt a lot?”

“This kid doesn’t know how sharp his teeth are.” Zelan scolded unhappily. “Stupid and greedy. Giving birth to you was worse than giving birth to a steamed bun.”

Yu Xianqing immediately covered Bao-Bao’s ears: “You can’t talk about him like that, children will be traumatized.”

Zelan: “What trauma could he have…”

Under Yu Xianqing’s serious gaze, he had no choice but to curl his lip and say reluctantly, “Fine.”

He wouldn’t say it to his face, he’d say it behind his back.

Anyway, this little black leopard was dim-witted; he certainly wouldn’t know.

While Yu Xianqing was holding the leopard, Zelan got up and stood behind the easel. “I want to see what you’ve been painting for so long.”

The first one was the nude painting Yu Xianqing had promised. The anatomy was painted exceptionally smoothly and beautifully. Zelan discovered that this was how he appeared in Yu Xianqing’s eyes—his physique indeed seemed quite good.

However, he found a second sheet to the side—a quick sketch made of line work, depicting him holding the little leopard and feeding him.

The eating little leopard was finished with just a few simple strokes, but Zelan’s shape and size were painted quite vividly and in detail.

Zelan: “…”

Yu Xianqing, however, wasn’t very embarrassed. “Sorry, I really couldn’t help myself, so I sketched it.”

Bao-Bao poked his head over to look, but Zelan immediately flipped the paper over and gave a huff of feigned indifference.

The starship arrived smoothly at the Imperial Capital, and everything followed logically from there.

Zelan acted as the regent, and the court underwent a massive reshuffle. Most of the people who had followed Air in plotting against him could not escape their fate. Even if they fled to neighboring countries, Zelan ordered their arrest or direct execution.

In some respects, Zelan was indeed not a merciful new ruler. Regarding governance, he wasn’t particularly outstanding, but he knew how to employ talented people regardless of their background.

Within a month of returning to the Imperial Capital, the comatose old Emperor passed away. The indirect cause of death was a virus, but the direct cause—he was angered to death by his two sons.

Unfortunately, once the tiger was returned to the mountain, Zelan used the influence of his maternal clan plus the power of public opinion to easily take control of the leaderless Imperial Capital.

As soon as he took the throne, his first act was to confer the title of Queen upon the Imperial Concubine, and the Imperial Concubine’s eldest son, Era Hyluorthos, was also promoted to Crown Prince.

The second act was to move his own mother’s ashes into the tombs of the Planet Nightingale nobility, rather than the Imperial mausoleum.

No one opposed the first act, but the second was quite controversial. Some believed Zelan lacked legitimacy and wasn’t favored by the late Emperor; others thought Zelan was tyrannical and self-indulgent, unfit to be Emperor. Some even strongly pointed out that Zelan was suspected of mistreating the Imperial Concubine, and that such a hurried coronation meant the human Queen must be unwilling.

Zelan couldn’t be bothered with these people who had nothing better to do. These debates only ended when Yu Xianqing appeared in the public eye holding the child.

The little leopard could already transform into human form. His large blue eyes, his petal-like lips that were exactly like Yu Xianqing’s, and his head of black hair all proclaimed his identity.

Little Era kept a tight face, holding his Queen-Father’s hand as they sat on the parade float, touring the streets of the Imperial Capital to pray for the new Emperor.

When people in the crowd called his name, Little Era maintained a dignified expression, nodding to them all seriously.

Queen-Father had said that today he had to behave like a very well-bred and capable cub—preferably talking less and only nodding.

“May the Crown Prince be safe!” someone shouted.

“May the people be safe.” Era instinctively replied.

After saying this, he suddenly turned his head to look at his Queen-Father guiltily.

Queen-Father hadn’t taught him that sentence.

Yu Xianqing looked back at him with some surprise, rubbing the little leopard’s ears. “Little Era is so smart.”

Era’s heart settled, and he then cocked his ears a bit proudly.

Sure enough, in Queen-Father’s eyes, he was the smartest, cutest, and most obedient cub; only the Emperor-Father would find him annoying.

After the parade, Little Prince Era’s cute appearance quickly caused a sensation, and the Queen’s beauty—which seemed to have a barrier between him and the people around him—similarly stunned all the netizens.

You’re telling me this radiant, glowing beauty is the look of someone being mistreated? A cute and polite little prince is the son raised by a tyrant?

Total lies!

Zelan slipped into Yu Xianqing’s bedchamber. Before he could even take off the Emperor’s cumbersome attire, he pulled the human by the waist to kiss his lips.

“Your Majesty, wait.”

Yu Xianqing took off the Emperor’s robes one by one for Zelan, folding them virtuously to the side. He hooked his arms around Zelan’s neck, gave him a light kiss, and said:

“Go take a bath first. I’ve prepared the water and clothes for you.”

Zelan hooked him domineeringly: “Let’s wash together.”

“I’ve already finished.” Yu Xianqing dodged his deliberate touch, pulling away the hand that was reaching below him without changing his expression. “Your Majesty, if you don’t go now, I’m going to sleep.”

Zelan’s leopard ears drooped. He tried to touch him again stubbornly, but Yu Xianqing pulled his hand away again. Touch, pull away.

Zelan snapped irritably: “You call me Your Majesty, and you are my Queen. It is only right for you to serve me. I’ll give you a chance to say it again!”

Yu Xianqing smoothly changed his self-address: “Your Majesty, if you don’t go now, your humble servant is going to sleep.”

Zelan: “…”

He stomped off toward the bathroom, his tall and upright back looking very aggrieved.

Yu Xianqing, of course, wasn’t rejecting Zelan just for fun.

Sure enough, a moment later, the bathroom door opened. Amidst the swirling steam, Zelan’s anger had vanished, and he walked out with a red face and ears, glaring at him.

Yu Xianqing brewed a pot of tea on the table. Seeing Zelan’s appearance, he remarked: “So beautiful. It suits you well.”

He had prepared a whole set of new clothes for Zelan in the bathroom: a black and pink collar with a cat bell, and a beautiful, elegant puff skirt adorned with small lace trim at the hem. There was an opening at the very last bone of the spine, a specifically designed exit for a beastman’s tail.

Zelan pulled at the skirt uncomfortably, frowning as if extremely displeased, but a furry leopard tail poked out from the opening behind the skirt, flicking gently.

The beastman who had just left the court had removed his Emperor’s crown and put on a maid dress personally designed by Yu Xianqing.

So cute.

Want to f*ck.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Zelan said. “This outfit is small and tight… it’s uncomfortably restrictive.”

Yu Xianqing smiled slightly: “Does Your Majesty remember that you owe me two punishments? The first time, you said you’d break my…”

“Stop!” Zelan felt his scalp tingle whenever he mentioned old accounts. “That one has already been punished. Next.”

Yu Xianqing sipped his tea leisurely. “The second time, you injected yourself with medicine without permission to make the ‘water’ sweet. I remember correctly, don’t I?”

Zelan’s handsome face turned completely red. His fists clenched loosely, and he swallowed nervously.

“What do you want?”

Yu Xianqing’s gaze traveled over his body. “This is a garment I made for you personally. Do you know what I was thinking in my heart while I was making it?”

Zelan: “What?”

Yu Xianqing didn’t answer directly. Instead, he tilted his chin, indicating: “Pour some water for me.”

His tone carried a rare hint of firmness, and his eyes held a mischievous glint. Zelan was stunned for a moment, his head felt like it exploded, and he suddenly understood Yu Xianqing’s meaning.

Zelan lowered his head slightly and poured him a cup of water, his hand none too steady: “…Following the Queen’s command.”

“Who are you right now?” Yu Xianqing asked.

“I am… I am… the ‘wet nurse’ who fed the Crown Prince.”

When he said this, Zelan’s hands were shaking. He feigned a cold expression, but his tail and ears were cocked high—he was excited.

Especially when he saw Yu Xianqing’s somewhat shocked expression, a sense of vengeful pleasure rose in his heart.

Yu Xianqing cursed silently in his heart and grabbed Zelan’s long, thick tail.

“Come here.”

The nerves on the tail were very rich. So when Zelan went to the bed and Yu Xianqing told him to bite his own tail, Zelan shook his head decisively, only to bite down under Yu Xianqing’s gentle yet cruel hesitation.

He knelt on the bed. The human’s long hair fell on his back, tickling him. “You say you fed the Crown Prince to adulthood. Is there evidence?”

“You don’t believe me?” Zelan’s chest heaved, yet he still provoked him, “Why don’t you try for yourself?”

He flipped over and pulled Yu Xianqing into his arms.

“Won’t the Crown Prince blame me?”

“The Crown Prince is already big; he doesn’t need me anymore.”

The two were teasing each other inseparably when the door was suddenly knocked.

“Emperor-Father, Queen-Father!” Little Era’s cheerful voice came through the intercom. “Let’s the three of us go see a family movie!”

Yu Xianqing & Zelan: “…”

Zelan, who had just been opened, suddenly closed up. He picked up the walkie-talkie by the bed: “We are no longer a family.”

Era said in confusion and horror: “What?!”

He rang the doorbell frantically. “Queen-Father, Queen-Father, you must be there too, say something!”

Yu Xianqing said gently: “Little friend, who is your Queen-Father? I don’t know him.”

The communication channel was closed.

Era: “…Eh?”

He couldn’t reach his two papas, so he ran “da-da-da” to find Uncle Adjutant Albert.

Albert had just finished training. Hearing Little Era’s question, he scratched the back of his head. “Well…”

He had a sudden idea. “Don’t panic. Your two papas went to make human younger brothers and sisters for you.”

Era’s sad face paused: “Huh? Really!”

Albert nodded: “Really, really. Does Little Era Highness want a human brother or sister?”

Era’s leopard ears twitched excitedly: “Yes! Super want!”

That would be a brother or sister without ears or a tail, soft and weak, needing a big brother to protect them!

The next day.

Yu Xianqing and Zelan opened the door, having just prepared their excuse to explain things to their son.

However, the Little Prince jumped out from the side, suddenly pulling out four tickets: “Papa, Papa! Era is taking you and the younger brother/sister to see a family movie!”

Zelan looked at his son: “What are you talking about?”

Era lowered his ears: “Uncle Albert said Papa was ignoring me for the sake of human brothers and sisters. Is that not true?”

Yu Xianqing and Zelan exchanged a look, both seeing helplessness in each other’s eyes.

“There are no brothers or sisters yet.” Yu Xianqing knelt down and patiently explained to his son. “How about the papas go see a movie with Era now?”

Era: “But Uncle Albert said—”

“You believe whatever Albert says.” Zelan said. “How come you don’t believe that you actually fell out of my stomach?”

“Emperor-Father is a liar.” Era was bullied into tears by Zelan. “Emperor-Father not only doesn’t watch movies with me, but also says I’m a piece of meat that fell out of your stomach… wu… clearly Era is a leopard…”

Zelan: “…”

Yu Xianqing held back a laugh, watching as Era wiped his tears, pulled his hand, and acted spoiled:

“Queen-Father pampers me most. When can you give me a human brother or sister to play with?”

Yu Xianqing: “…”

How was he supposed to give that.

“Alright.” Zelan suddenly pushed them from behind. “Weren’t we going to see a movie? Hurry up.”

Children forget quickly. Era’s eyes lit up, and he skipped ahead, his little ears bobbing as he didn’t forget to say: “There are four tickets! I even bought one for the brother/sister.”

Walking on the road, Zelan coughed seriously. “Since Era likes it so much…”

Yu Xianqing glanced at him, somewhat helpless: “What if it’s not a human?”

“Then keep trying.” Zelan said. “It’s not like the Imperial Palace can’t afford to raise them.”

Yu Xianqing chuckled: “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

As for what he was truly worried about, he didn’t say it aloud. But Zelan suddenly understood.

Leave the matters of the future for the future.

That bloody past felt like something from a long time ago, drifting away with the wind.

The most real thing felt was only their hands, which instinctively clasped together.