Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Zelan looked at him suspiciously.

 

Yu Xianqing met his gaze calmly, while the voice of the system, which had suddenly triggered while he was asleep, flashed through his mind.

 

“Side quest unlocked: Investigate the truth behind the Queen’s illness. Side quest reward: Upon completion of the main quest, you may choose to fake your death and gain a new life.”

 

Given Yu Xianqing’s presence, Zelan did not say anything more to his subordinate.

 

Not long after, a civil official arrived at the Prince’s manor, bearing His Majesty’s decree, demanding that Zelan return to the palace to undergo an investigation.

 

Just as Zelan was preparing to step over the threshold, Yu Xianqing took a step forward and blocked his path.

 

“I brought you out of the palace not so that you could be taken away by them.”

 

“…” Zelan stared at Yu Xianqing, “What do you want to do?”

 

Yu Xianqing pushed Zelan back into the house, stepped out the door, looked at the messenger official, and nodded politely.

 

“Please inform His Majesty that we have more important things to do.”

 

“But, His Majesty explicitly said that Prince Zelan needs to return—”

 

Yu Xianqing interrupted him, his words carrying a hint of stubbornness within their gentleness, “I am truly very sorry, but Zelan’s body is weak. I need to take good care of him, and it is temporarily inconvenient for him to move about.”

 

The official looked at the ‘physically weak’ Zelan behind him—tall, long-legged, standing straight with a very impatient expression. That appearance looked like he could punch three bears to death.

 

“This, I see Prince Zelan doesn’t seem quite as weak as you say.”

 

Yu Xianqing showed a look of concern: “That is only how it looks. An entire day has passed and he has only eaten two bowls of rice. How can he not be weak?”

 

Official: “…”

 

This Human Highness did not seem as reasonable as his appearance suggested.

 

“Then may I ask what the ‘important thing’ you mentioned refers to?”

 

Yu Xianqing: “By His Majesty’s order, at home—”

 

He glanced at the fully armed guards behind the official and softly spat out two words, “Conceiving.”

 

Official: “………”

 

Zelan: “…Huh? When did I—”

 

Zelan didn’t finish his sentence because Yu Xianqing smilingly pinched his mouth shut.

 

“I am now your Princess Consort; we rise and fall together.” Yu Xianqing’s voice was light, and the breeze brushing past Zelan’s ear was as soft as a cloud.

 

“So please don’t pull the rug out from under me, okay?”

 

Zelan nodded in a daze. Yu Xianqing flashed a reassuring smile and released his hand, smoothly tidying Zelan’s slightly wrinkled collar and cuffs, his features filled with a water-like gentle tranquility.

 

The human’s hand lingered for only a short time, but the places that were indirectly touched began to generate heat, and the sensation of the friction on his body became exceptionally clear.

 

The human said… he was his Princess Consort.

 

Zelan’s gaze shifted slightly, and a definition formed in his heart.

 

The human was his.

 

“Your Highness, regarding this morning’s matter, I haven’t finished speaking with you.”

 

During afternoon tea time, Yu Xianqing placed a stack of documents in front of Zelan and took a leisurely sip of tea.

 

Zelan took the documents, and just seeing the title made his body stiffen slightly.

 

In large, size-three Microsoft YaHei font, several eye-catching words were written—’Beastman Pregnancy Guide’.

 

Seeing Zelan’s strange expression, Yu Xianqing coughed and said with a gentle face, “This is information I’ve compiled. If Your Highness has nothing to do, you can study it carefully.”

 

“Why do you care about this?” Zelan looked up at him.

 

There was nothing wrong with wanting offspring, but why was Yu Xianqing so invested in this matter?

 

“I just told His Majesty’s side that we are conceiving; if we’re going to put on a show, we have to do it thoroughly.”

 

Yu Xianqing was always in the habit of doing everything to the extreme, including pregnancy and childbirth.

 

From familiarizing himself with the most fertile positions at the very beginning, to the subsequent repeated practice, to the care and maintenance during pregnancy, and the most fragile first three years after the child is born—from the moment he accepted the mission, his head had been filled with all the relevant knowledge.

 

Zelan crossed his arms and leaned back on the sofa, his expression somewhat peculiar.

 

He still felt like something wasn’t quite right.

 

Yu Xianqing elegantly took another sip of tea and used a handkerchief to gently wipe away a tea stain, but the words he spoke were completely mismatched with his noble appearance and movements.

 

“Your Highness, I just happened to learn a few new positions. Shall we find some time today to put them into practice?”

 

Zelan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Although he had some issues with humans, he had to admit that the person before him was indeed very beautiful.

 

He tossed aside that heart-pounding “Pregnancy Guide,” raised his chin, and said:

 

“This time, I want to be on top.”

 

“Sure.” Yu Xianqing’s eyes curved.

 

Ten-odd minutes later.

 

Zelan was pressed down on top of Yu Xianqing, gritting his teeth: “Hey! You didn’t keep your word!”

 

“Where did I not keep my word?”

 

With Yu Xianqing’s broken body, even a little bit of effort made him sweat. He said, “Aren’t you on top?”

 

“It’s not the same at all…” Zelan was very irritable.

 

Yu Xianqing quickly stopped his movement to get down: “Your Highness, no. They say that leaving immediately is not conducive to making a baby.”

 

“…”

 

“Or does Your Highness want something other than me to help plug you up?”

 

“…Shut up!”

 

As it turned out, conceiving was indeed a reason that could not be refused.

 

After all, being a bit rough with the Second Prince was no problem, but if the fragile Human Highness was frightened, causing the future Crown Prince to be born with missing limbs in the womb, what then?

 

The official came with soldiers in a high-profile manner and went back in a dejected gray state.

 

When he reported this matter to His Majesty, both the King and the First Prince fell silent.

 

“It seems Zelan has indeed changed.” El saw the King’s black face and took the initiative to comfort him, “Father doesn’t need to be angry; this is a good thing.”

 

“…He doesn’t do proper business when he should, yet he’s very proactive about this kind of ‘proper business’.”

 

The King’s face twitched slightly. He simply stopped paying attention to this annoying second son and asked with concern: “Is your body still uncomfortable?”

 

El shook his head, “It wasn’t a big deal to begin with; the doctors made too much of a fuss. Even if he lost his mind, Zelan subconsciously wouldn’t hurt me.”

 

His Majesty sneered: “You don’t have to speak for him. Knowing the side effects and still taking the drug was a clear case of intentional wrongdoing!”

 

“Zelan didn’t do it on purpose. Father, don’t blame him; he was just too anxious.”

 

“Stop making excuses for him. He’s been like this since he was a child—willful, rude, and reckless.” His Majesty’s brow furrowed tightly, “If it weren’t for your body… how could I possibly marry a human to him?”

 

El lowered his head, remaining silent.

 

His Majesty looked at his features, which were similar to the First Queen’s, and a look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

 

“You don’t need to worry. Once Zelan and the human have an offspring without genetic defects, the child will be handed over to you to raise. As for what happens after that, you can decide for yourself.”

 

His Majesty glanced at Qi Lin, “At that time, the human’s body will be entirely your responsibility. You must ensure the child’s health. The future eldest imperial grandson of our Hilludos family must never again show beastman genetic defects.”

 

Qi Lin immediately dropped to one knee: “I follow Your Majesty’s decree.”

 

El lowered his head without a word, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold, mirthless smile.

 

Yu Xianqing’s body had not yet fully recovered, so the butler had a high-intelligence wheelchair built for him to make it easier for him to move around.

 

He drove his little wheelchair around the Prince’s manor for an entire day and eventually developed a great interest in the bamboo forest in the garden, staying there to paint for the entire afternoon.

 

But he didn’t forget his proper business.

 

Every night, he would follow the Princess Consort’s custom and go to Zelan’s room to bring him tea and water.

 

Though in the end, it always evolved into Zelan throwing aside his official duties, with a “Pregnancy Guide” spread out nearby, looking at him and his wheelchair with unwilling and dazed eyes.

 

In all honesty, Prince Zelan’s waist was truly top-tier—based on Yu Xianqing’s frequent observations of its use.

 

Yu Xianqing had another reason for insisting on the wheelchair, which was that Prince Zelan had never forgotten about reclaiming his rightful position.

 

It was just that because Yu Xianqing was sickly and slumped in his wheelchair all day, Zelan’s pride prevented him from bullying a sickly person.

 

—The result of this was that he could only be bullied by the sickly person in the wheelchair.

 

Qi Lin came to the Prince’s manor as usual to perform a physical exam for Yu Xianqing.

 

The manor indeed did not mistreat him; whatever Yu Xianqing wanted or wanted to do, the butler arranged everything at the highest standard.

 

Consequently, his body was recovering well.

 

Yu Xianqing had nothing to do today and was earnestly repairing a small wooden puppet with a damaged arm.

 

He had found the small puppet in a corner while looking for materials in the warehouse. It was originally exquisitely crafted, but it was missing limbs and had incomplete parts; one could only tell it was originally a small figurine placed on a speaker.

 

“It’s just that there’s one thing I don’t understand, and I don’t know if I should say it.” Qi Lin watched Yu Xianqing working with his head down, “His Majesty asked you to go to the palace a few days ago, saying there were important matters to discuss regarding conceiving. Why didn’t you go?”

 

Zelan was busy working when he suddenly remembered that he had left his coat in Yu Xianqing’s room yesterday.

 

He originally wanted the butler to go in his stead, but since today was relatively quiet, he chose to go upstairs to get it himself.

 

But as he passed the room, he noticed the door was slightly ajar.

 

Just as he was wondering, he remembered that today was the day the private doctor came to examine him.

 

As a Princess Consort talking with a male beastman, the door couldn’t be completely closed; at least a crack had to be left.

 

The faint sound of conversation came through the crack in the door. Zelan was initially hesitating whether to walk away, but he stopped after hearing the content.

 

“Regarding His Majesty’s side, I don’t intend to go there for the time being.”

 

“His Majesty only wanted to brief you on some… matters regarding Prince Zelan.”

 

Yu Xianqing thought to himself that Zelan clearly wasn’t close to the royal family; if he went over, there was no telling how they would badmouth him.

 

It was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

 

“I’ve been a bit lazy lately, let’s talk about it next time.” Yu Xianqing waved his hand, “I still have things to do, you can head back first.”

 

Qi Lin stood up to pack his things, suddenly noticing some strange movement outside the door. He quickly pushed the door open to look, but there was only a cool breeze blowing through the corridor, and a leaf was falling from the large tree in front of the courtyard.

 

After Qi Lin left, Zelan slowly revealed himself from behind the large tree.

 

“His Majesty. Yu Xianqing.” He chewed over these two linked names and gave a cynical smile.

 

After returning to his room, he sat alone for a long time, picked up his terminal, and issued an instruction to his adjutant.

 

“Copy everything from the Princess Consort’s smart brain and send me a copy.”

 

The next day, Zelan was arranging troops on a sand table with his subordinate officers.

 

“The leader of the Nightingale family has died of illness, and several sons and daughters are fighting for power; the fief has been at war recently.” The subordinate said in a low voice, “Do we need to do anything?”

 

“…” Zelan stared absentmindedly at a canyon on the sand table, “Hold our ground.”

 

“You don’t intend to return to the fief?”

 

“Wait for instructions.” Zelan leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs in a cavalier manner and quietly finding a support point for his waist.

 

“…” The subordinate hesitated to speak and scratched his head.

 

Zelan’s fingertip tapped the tabletop, “Is there any progress on the matter I asked you to investigate? Who exactly drugged me?”

 

Although they hadn’t gone anywhere these past few days, Zelan’s subordinates had not been idle and had been investigating the relevant matters.

 

Reportedly, the side effects of this drug cause a beastman to lose their senses, and a high dose leads to beastification. If it isn’t resolved in time, it can even cause a beastman to become feebleminded.

 

And this drug was originally a special medicine used on breeding slaves a thousand years ago, capable of greatly increasing fertility.

 

Back then, beastman slave owners would even specifically increase the dosage to make the slaves feebleminded so they could give birth to a large number of excellent offspring that would be easy to control in the future.

 

And this vile practice had been discarded as early as the founding of the Empire.

 

If Yu Xianqing hadn’t insisted on taking Zelan away that day… he truly might have had his brain fried because of it.

 

At the thought of such a consequence, Zelan carried a bit of irrepressible hostility.

 

In terms of motive, his father, who wanted him to have offspring with a human as soon as possible, was the most likely candidate—but Zelan knew his father; he wouldn’t stoop to such despicable means.

 

The clues broke off at the point where Zelan was tied up to marry Yu Xianqing.

 

Zelan only remembered those ministers forcing him to drink the initial medicine. After that, the people he came into contact with were few.

 

His father, his big brother, the guards, and…

 

The one who had spent the most time with him during this period, Yu Xianqing.

 

“Your Highness, there is currently no clear evidence to prove who did it.” The subordinate said seriously, “It may take some more time; your subordinate will certainly do his utmost…”

 

At this moment, Yu Xianqing pushed open the door and entered in his wheelchair.

 

“What are you discussing?”

 

Zelan’s relaxed expression instantly changed, and he nearly jumped off the sofa, “Why didn’t you knock before coming in?!”

 

Yu Xianqing had a plate of apples cut into small bunny shapes on his lap. He looked at him somewhat innocently, then at the officer, gave an “oh,” maneuvered his wheelchair back a few steps, and closed the door.

 

A moment later, a rhythmic knocking sounded.

 

“Your Highness, may I come in?”

 

“No.” Zelan instinctively rubbed his slightly uncomfortable waist, feeling a bit awkward, “Beat it… go far away. Don’t disturb me.”

 

The word “beat it” that he was originally going to say was changed by Zelan to the slightly more polite “go” out of consideration for the presence of his subordinate, as he couldn’t humiliate the Princess Consort.

 

“Your Highness!” Even so, the subordinate’s eyes widened, his face turning bright red. He desperately made “shushing” sounds and pulled on Zelan’s sleeve, “That is the Human Highness… a human! A human with a fragile body and a delicate psyche! You can’t just be mean to him!”

 

Zelan felt it was bizarre and was also a bit displeased, “He’s my Princess Consort; I’ll be mean if I want to. What business is it of yours?”

 

Subordinate: “…”

 

He looked at his superior with an “you’re finished, you’ll lose your wife sooner or later” expression.

 

The silence outside the door didn’t last long before Yu Xianqing again pushed open the door and entered in his wheelchair.

 

“Who let you in?” Zelan looked at him, an arrogant expression flickering in his eyes. A beastman’s sense of territory is very strong, especially for Zelan; he didn’t like being casually disturbed when discussing official business.

 

” I told you to go—”

 

Before he could finish, Yu Xianqing waved his hand, signaling Zelan to come over.

 

Zelan thought he had something to say and frowned as he leaned down. Yu Xianqing then picked up a bunny apple with a fork from the plate and quickly stuffed it into Zelan’s mouth, blocking his words.

 

Apples provide plenty of vitamins. For beastmen who mostly eat meat, they are one of the must-eat fruits to maintain nutritional balance when conceiving.

 

“!” Zelan said indistinctly, “Wha’ ish ‘dis? You dare feed me?”

 

Yu Xianqing chuckled in his ear. Zelan’s beastly ears twitched awkwardly, and those untimely images suddenly flashed through his mind, making him feel a bit ashamed and annoyed.

 

“Bunnies are so cute; cats who don’t like bunnies are in trouble.”

 

As soon as these words came out, Zelan’s face suddenly darkened without warning, while the subordinate on the sofa turned bright red, the ears on his head drooping shyly to cover his eyes.

 

“Princess Consort, this, it’s—it’s quite embarrassing.”

 

—Yes, as luck would have it, this officer was a rabbit beastman.

 

Zelan turned and sat back on the sofa, crushing the juice-bursting bunny in his mouth in one bite.

 

Good, very good. This “good” Princess Consort of his actually dared to step on one to praise another right in front of him and his subordinate.

 

Yu Xianqing paused, just about to open his mouth to explain, but he found Zelan’s expression very interesting—like a cat that had its tail stepped on and reacted, yet still wanted to hide it and not let anyone see it was sulking.

 

Hm, rabbits are indeed better behaved than cats; at least they won’t just bite people, right?

 

He simply asked about the main business: “The person who drugged you before—do you have any clues?”

 

At the mention of this, Zelan’s gaze changed, becoming somewhat meaningful, “…Not yet.”

 

Yu Xianqing didn’t press further, “Remember to tell me when you have clues. How is your body?”

 

Not yet adjusted to the speed of Yu Xianqing’s topic changes, Zelan instinctively answered: “Why are you asking that?”

 

Yu Xianqing’s gaze fell on his belly.

 

If the system’s pregnancy rate detection that day was not wrong, plus his strenuous efforts over these past few days despite his physical condition, then Zelan has likely already conceived.

 

But it had been too short a time to tell for now.

 

He still had to take more care. Relying on their physical strength, most beastmen acted crudely. He frequently saw posts online about those who, despite being pregnant, went to participate in hunting competitions with large bellies and ended up miscarrying. Zelan was clearly like these people—far too careless.

 

“It’s nothing, I just want you to watch your health and not work too hard; I’ll worry.”

 

Yu Xianqing flashed a smile at him, and it seemed as if the entire room lit up.

 

The sarcastic words Zelan was going to say about him overstepping his bounds immediately stuck in his throat, and his gaze instantly became somewhat restless.

 

What on earth… does he need to be reminded about health? He should look at himself; a human could be pinched to death with just one finger.

 

“You should worry about yourself instead.” Zelan said critically, “Eat more meat. Eating those foul-smelling vegetables all day, don’t go dying in the manor one day from malnutrition.”

 

“Your Highness!” The rabbit officer reminded him anxiously, “How can you say that! That’s too much!”

 

As soon as the words were out, Zelan instinctively felt a bit of a jolt, but seeing Yu Xianqing’s expression unchanged, he snorted again: “Am I wrong?”

 

The rabbit officer was both angry and anxious. The Human Highness was not only beautiful but also so gentle and virtuous, even making bunny apple chunks. His superior must have saved a galaxy in his past life yet still didn’t cherish him so much. What if he was snatched away by someone else!

 

He would have to keep a closer eye on things for the Highness!

 

Yu Xianqing had long known about Zelan’s foul temper and didn’t offer any opinion on the matter.

 

“The food in the manor is all nutrient solution meals, and the taste isn’t great. I heard Your Highness usually loves hunting and likes eating game, so I bought some ingredients and will cook dinner tonight—I specifically made dishes you like.”

 

Yu Xianqing listed several dish names and then asked casually: “Would Captain Rabbit like to join?”

 

The corners of Zelan’s mouth, which had originally curled up, stiffened slightly, but his subordinate’s expression lit up recklessly: “Is that really okay!”

 

This was the Human Highness who previously only lived in textbooks! The Human Highness he met today could not only breathe and speak, but actually said he would cook for him!

 

“Your Highness…”

 

He hesitantly glanced at his superior, only to see Zelan saying with a fake smile, “Since the Princess Consort wants to treat you, you’d better agree. Why are you hesitating like you’re not a soldier?”

 

Albert immediately answered: “Yes!”

 

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but his superior’s expression seemed even worse.

 

During the meal, the three people eating had different thoughts. Zelan’s expression was cold, contrary to his eating speed which was like a wind sweeping through clouds. Yu Xianqing’s eating manner was as elegant as ever, while he thought about how to complete his mission.

 

Only the rabbit adjutant, while eating the food Yu Xianqing made, was crying and choking out: “It’s too delicious… in this life… no, in my past life, and the life before that, I’ve never eaten anything so delicious…”

 

No one doubted the truth of his words; as a herbivorous animal, at this moment he looked like he was so hungry he was going to swallow the manor’s dining table.

 

Until finally, when he was leaving the manor, he was still holding onto Yu Xianqing’s leg and wouldn’t let go, and was then kicked flying by a black-faced Zelan.

 

Since moving in, Yu Xianqing had his own independent residence, separated from Zelan’s master bedroom by one floor. He was preparing to return to the bedroom when he suddenly noticed someone following behind him.

 

“Your Highness?”

 

Yu Xianqing maneuvered his wheelchair and turned around, “What are you doing here?”

 

The dome of the manor was covered with circular metal plates, and bright light shone down from above onto Zelan’s shoulders. His silver hair looked as if it were bathed in moonlight, and his exquisite features displayed a cold, exceptional beauty.

 

It overlapped with that arrogant and unbridled shadow from the first day they met.

 

Yu Xianqing keenly sensed that Zelan’s mood did not seem wonderful.