Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

How strange.

 

Everyone else here seemed to treat humans as symbols of nobility; only Zelan’s attitude was abnormal.

 

More than once, he had mentioned that humans were “despicable,” “deceitful,” and “inferior.” When he looked at Yu Xianqing, the disgust in his eyes was impossible to hide.

 

However, whether he liked humans or not was none of Yu Xianqing’s business.

 

The immediate priority was to escape the system’s control.

 

No matter how much Zelan hated him, their ultimate goal was the same, so there was no need to be petty.

 

Yu Xianqing soaked comfortably in the healing fluid, conversing with the system intermittently.

 

“Did you see what happened yesterday?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“How did I do?”

 

005 thought with its non-existent brain about whether the messenger was talking dirty to it.

 

“…Not bad.”

 

To encourage the messenger’s enthusiasm for work, System 005 gave a compliment.

 

Yu Xianqing relaxed his body and looked up at the white metal ceiling of the pod. “I shouldn’t have hurt him, right? Can you detect it?”

 

“That is a field beastman doctors are better at. I can only tell you that his probability of pregnancy today is around forty percent. You need to hurry up.”

 

“…” Yu Xianqing silently looked at his slender, powerless limbs. “In this ghostly state of mine, how can I ‘hurry up’? It should be him hurrying up.”

 

But, speaking of which, to some extent, it really was quite tight… hm.

 

“Why does Zelan hate humans?” Yu Xianqing asked.

 

005 spoke in a businesslike manner: “That requires you to uncover it yourself.”

 

After resting for about half an hour, Zelan still hadn’t woken up. It was already 8:30 AM.

 

In the past, Yu Xianqing would have finished breakfast by this time; his daily routine had always been very disciplined.

 

Exiting the healing pod, Yu Xianqing wiped his body and put on his only remaining set of white formal wear—he had only two sets of clothes in total. One of them, a set of pajamas, had met its end last night under Zelan’s out-of-control beastified claws.

 

Looking at it this morning, it had become shredded strips of cloth.

 

There was another set of slightly larger formal wear in the wardrobe, the same style as the one he was wearing. It was likely prepared for Zelan and was still very new. Yu Xianqing took it out to air it out, ironed the edges of the sleeves, and folded it neatly at the head of the bed so Zelan would see it as soon as he woke up.

 

The doorbell rang at that moment.

 

“Your Highnesses, are you awake? You need to meet His Majesty at 9:30 AM. Please wash up and change as soon as possible.”

 

Yu Xianqing had never heard this voice before. It sounded young, completely different from those middle-aged beastmen. He guessed it was the doctor who stayed at the door yesterday.

 

Qi Lin waited outside the door for a response from the inner room.

 

Since yesterday, he had been ordered to become the private doctor for the Human Highness, responsible for Yu Xianqing’s health to ensure he could give birth to healthy offspring.

 

There were currently two princes in the royal family. Because of the First Prince’s special physical condition, Yu Xianqing could only marry the Second Prince, Zelan.

 

Who knew that Zelan would be unexpectedly uncooperative? In desperation, the others had to bind him and have someone pour him some “mood-enhancing” drugs.

 

If it were any other beastman, this wouldn’t be a big deal. For a beastman couple, what problem couldn’t be solved by one mating session? If there was one, then do it twice.

 

But the key point was that the person Prince Zelan married was an incredibly precious human who had just woken up. His combat power was at most enough to beat a female cockroach on the floor.

 

Qi Lin was most worried about whether Prince Zelan would lose control and accidentally kill the man.

 

The terminal on Yu Xianqing’s wrist was connected to his vital signs. If there was a life-threatening danger, the terminal would emit a sharp alarm, and Qi Lin would immediately lead people to rush in.

 

But nothing happened last night. Perhaps Prince Zelan really had restrained his temper.

 

With no response from inside for a while, Qi Lin grew uneasy. Did Prince Zelan indulge too much and make the man faint?

 

At this moment, an elegant and pleasant voice sounded through the intercom.

 

“Zelan hasn’t woken up yet. I’ll go call him.”

 

Qi Lin was a bit stunned and accidentally spoke his inner thoughts aloud: “Human Highness? Why are you awake?”

 

Shouldn’t the one sleeping be you?

 

“Yes, I woke up quite early.” The other party didn’t seem to find it strange. “Zelan was too tired yesterday; he’s still sleeping.”

 

Too tired?!

 

Qi Lin was shocked.

 

Friends who often “sleep with people” all know that in this situation, there is only one possibility.

 

Prince Zelan was squeezed dry!

 

Qi Lin doubted his own hearing. He pressed his ear against the intercom and asked uncertainly: “I am your private doctor. Do you have any discomfort? Do you need treatment now?”

 

“Mm… wait a bit.” Yu Xianqing didn’t refuse. “I’ve soaked in the healing fluid, but my thighs still hurt a little.”

 

He felt like he was falling apart from being pressed by Zelan last night.

 

Qi Lin still felt something was wrong, but Yu Xianqing took the lead in turning off the intercom.

 

“Zelan is awake. We’ll be out in a moment.”

 

After closing the channel, Yu Xianqing turned to look at Zelan.

 

He was still half-asleep, leaning against the headboard with a dazed expression. His silver hair was sticking up everywhere, making one really want to ruffle it.

 

Yu Xianqing thought so, and in fact, he did it. He walked forward, leaned over, and ruffled Zelan’s head, surreptitiously making that curly hair even messier.

 

He also quietly stroked the leopard ears, letting go before Zelan could react, and asked as if nothing were wrong:

 

“Does Your Highness need to wash up? Toiletries have been prepared.”

 

This room was a guest room for a temporary stay, so there was no lack of disposable items. When Yu Xianqing was tidying up, he prepared a set for Zelan as well.

 

Zelan’s gaze slowly focused on Yu Xianqing.

 

The chains on his body had long been removed by Yu Xianqing. Yu Xianqing couldn’t say what his considerations were, but the collar and the rings on his hands and feet remained.

 

Perhaps it was because Zelan’s dazed expression when he was grabbing his collar to prevent him from escaping last night was absolutely beautiful. Besides, there was a little kitten pendant hanging on it, and he was even more reluctant to take it off.

 

A long time ago, back when he was still one of the seven billion humans on Earth, Yu Xianqing had a cat.

 

It was a large white Maine Coon cat abandoned by someone. It was originally a very noble and beautiful breed, but one of its legs had been crushed in a car accident. It wasn’t liked to begin with, and later it bit off the ear of the owner’s child. It was beaten until one of its eyes went blind and then thrown out of the house.

 

Later, by a stroke of luck, that cat was adopted by Yu Xianqing. Yu Xianqing liked its fluffy fur and ears very much, but the cat was likely terrified from the beatings; it was never very affectionate. It would only slowly approach during feeding times, and if Yu Xianqing tried to touch it, it would scurry far away.

 

He didn’t know what happened to that cat after he died. Perhaps it had been adopted by a friend and had long since forgotten him.

 

Zelan’s consciousness was still very hazy, and his reaction to Yu Xianqing’s secret “groping” was slow. His blue eyes were misty.

 

It took a while for him to notice a set of formal wear in his size placed by the bed.

 

“Is this mine?” he asked. His voice was extremely hoarse, and Zelan instinctively touched his throat.

 

Is this the voice he can produce? How is it not majestic at all!

 

“Yes, we need to go have an audience with His Majesty in a bit.”

 

Yu Xianqing explained briefly. Zelan didn’t say much; yesterday’s clothes—whether his or Yu Xianqing’s—truly weren’t fit to be seen.

 

But after getting up, he found that the originally messy room had been cleaned up perfectly, with not a single trace of clutter. The dirty clothes were hung neatly in the wardrobe, already dry. The originally ambiguous scent was also masked by a fresh bamboo fragrance, giving off a peaceful and cozy feeling.

 

Zelan’s face distorted slightly when he got up. Seeing Yu Xianqing’s fresh and clean appearance, he felt displeased. He glanced at him, intentionally picking a fight:

 

“What are you looking at me for? Don’t you have your own business to attend to?”

 

“I’ve finished my business.” Yu Xianqing smiled slightly. “But since Your Highness says I have things to do, then I’ll go brew a cup of tea. Does Your Highness prefer chrysanthemum tea or rose tea? Or, jasmine tea—?”

 

To his surprise, Zelan’s expression shifted.

 

“No jasmine.” He frowned, grabbed the clothes, and turned to walk into the bathroom. His cold voice came through the frosted door panel, “I don’t like drinking floral tea.”

 

Yu Xianqing raised an eyebrow in surprise.

 

According to the information he found on the Star Net, the beastmen of this world have their own unique pheromones, used to mask their scent, deter enemies, or for courtship during the mating period.

 

If he guessed correctly, Zelan’s pheromone was jasmine. Although it didn’t match his personal image, generally, beastmen wouldn’t hate their own pheromones, right?

 

Zelan stayed in the bathroom for a while with no sound for quite some time.

 

Seeing that time was almost up, Yu Xianqing knocked on the door: “Your Highness, are you ready?”

 

“No.” Zelan’s irritable voice came from inside, “What’s wrong with these clothes!”

 

A moment later, the door was pushed open with a bang. A displeased Zelan stood at the door, his curly hair groomed exquisitely and his suit very sharp, fitting the style of a big cat that loves beauty—if not for the messy mess of a tie on his chest.

 

Yu Xianqing suppressed the corners of his mouth, walked forward, rescued the tie that had been tied into a dead knot, and then tied it for him unhurriedly.

 

Zelan looked down. Seeing this tie that he couldn’t straighten no matter what being obediently tamed by this human, his eyes flickered, and he felt a bit embarrassed.

 

“Hey, it’s not that I don’t know how. It’s just that my hand is a bit cramped today…”

 

In the past, attendants and adjutants always organized his formal wear; this was the first time Zelan had tied a tie himself.

 

Yu Xianqing straightened up and said composedly, “Yes, it’s all my fault for not taking good care of Your Highness’s hand. It’s all my fault.”

 

“…”

 

The human was so cooperative that Zelan didn’t even have an excuse to find fault. This made him even more frustrated, and he wore a sour face the entire way to the palace in the hovercar, not speaking a word to Yu Xianqing.

 

He looked exactly as if yesterday’s “sex life” hadn’t gone well.

 

—The above internal monologue came from the accompanying Dr. Qi Lin.

 

Initially, he was worried that the Human Highness would be sad if he were neglected, but Yu Xianqing maintained a decent and gentle smile throughout. On the car, he asked about His Majesty’s preferences and taboos, recording them one by one, which actually made Prince Zelan look at him a few more times.

 

After discovering that the Human Highness hadn’t spared him a single glance, Prince Zelan’s face turned even darker.

 

The fragrance in the car made one’s consciousness a bit groggy. About half a star-hour later, they arrived at the palace.

 

Even though he had seen many big scenes in his past life, Yu Xianqing couldn’t help but be shocked when he saw the magnificent palace of the Hilludos royal family, where even the scraps reeked of money.

 

“Second Prince, Second Princess Consort, this way please.”

 

The attendant led them into the hall. The King sat atop the high platform. Below the steps stood a tall, slender leopard beastman in noble formal wear. He had a handsome face and smiled gently upon seeing them.

 

System 005 suddenly appeared to narrate for him:

 

“This is Zelan’s older brother, the First Prince, El Hilludos.”

 

Before he could observe more, Yu Xianqing leaned down and bowed to His Majesty atop the high platform together with Zelan.

 

After standing up, His Majesty first congratulated them on their marriage in a formulaic manner, expressed his apologies to Yu Xianqing for the hurried wedding, and then gave a few brief instructions regarding post-marriage matters.

 

Before coming, the data Yu Xianqing looked up all said that the current King was benevolent and kind, governed the people effectively, and had a harmonious family. Other aspects were hard to say, but a normal family probably wouldn’t let their son marry a stranger so casually. Moreover, the wedding was so crude, as if they were afraid Yu Xianqing would run away.

 

What was even more amazing was that Zelan, who usually liked to talk back, didn’t say a word.

 

Inside the vast palace, the father and son were far apart. Yu Xianqing and Zelan stood side by side, having to look up to see the throne.

 

Zelan looked straight at the steps as if purely completing a task; no expression could be found on his face. His body was tense, like a sharp sword concealing its edge before being drawn.

 

After the pleasantries, the King suddenly turned to Yu Xianqing.

 

“The Second Princess Consort has been staying indoors to recuperate these past few days and hasn’t had the chance to go out. This is not good for a patient. Since you have married Zelan, you are part of this place from now on. Qi Lin, take the Second Princess Consort out for a stroll to see the scenery in the garden.”

 

Qi Lin nodded in agreement, and Yu Xianqing was quickly led away from the palace.

 

Before leaving, he glanced at Zelan’s back. The other man stood straight in place without sparing him a glance, as if he were already used to standing there alone.

 

After Yu Xianqing left, the temperature in the room dropped below freezing.

 

His Majesty only gave Zelan a single look and could no longer maintain a calm expression. As if seeing something filthy, he flicked his sleeve and strode out through the side door.

 

The First Prince, El, walked down from the steps. “Brother.”

 

Since there was no special itinerary today, El didn’t wear a cape out. One hand hung naturally by his side, while the other was replaced by a metal arm.

 

As soon as he saw El’s arm, Zelan’s strength slumped, and he lowered his head.

 

“Still throwing a tantrum at brother?” El knew the reason for his silence at a glance. “Marrying the human was an order approved by Father, Zelan.”

 

“But why didn’t you guys tell me in advance?”

 

Zelan suddenly lifted his head, the corners of his eyes a bit red. Facing his dearest brother, grievance and anger rushed to his heart all at once.

 

“You guys directly tied me up!”

 

“Would you have agreed if we told you in advance?”

 

“At least let me know! Like this marriage contract that was set, I don’t know that human at all. Why should I marry him?”

 

El looked at him calmly without saying anything.

 

After a long while, Zelan felt a chill in his heart under that gaze and closed his eyes. He heard El say:

 

“Brother, you are being willful again. I don’t like this.”

 

Whenever El blamed him with such a disappointed and helpless tone, the guilt in Zelan’s heart would overflow.

 

He didn’t want to make things difficult for his brother, but he was unwilling to be bound, so he remained silent for a moment.

 

“You must be obedient. I know you’re unwilling to listen to Father, so just consider it for brother’s sake—give birth to a physically healthy offspring, okay?”

 

“…”

 

The thorns on Zelan’s body slowly retracted. El placed his hand on Zelan’s soft ears and rubbed them.

 

“How was your time with that human yesterday?”

 

Zelan’s ears twitched. Setting aside the various grievances for now, his waist began to ache faintly, and his gaze suddenly shifted: “…How could it be.”

 

“Did you bully him?” El said, “Usually, I let you play however you want, but you cannot harm his body.”

 

Zelan’s mouth twitched slightly, feeling a bit stiff: “…How could I possibly harm him.”

 

He wanted to say this human was both cunning and evil, and others were only on the receiving end of harm—you’ve all been fooled by his appearance!

 

But on second thought, last night was too embarrassing. A dignified male beastman was actually pressed by a human who could only lie sick in bed; this matter must absolutely not be told to his brother, otherwise he would surely become the laughingstock of the royal family.

 

“By the way, I need to give this to you.”

 

El didn’t forget the main business. He took out a small bottle of reagent from his person and said gently.

 

“They gave you hormones yesterday, and now you are in a mating period. This is a special medicine I specifically had a doctor prepare; it can alleviate your uncomfortable symptoms.”

 

Zelan felt a warmth in his heart as he took the medicine bottle and placed it cherishedly into his robe.

 

“Thank you, big brother. I will take it on time.”