Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

“Albert is my adjutant, but he comes from a humble background.”

 

Zelan didn’t answer his question directly, speaking instead in a disjointed manner.

 

“He has followed me since he was very young, going through life and death for me. He swore his loyalty to me and is one of the few people I can truly trust.”

 

Zelan’s cool gaze fell upon Yu Xianqing’s face.

 

“Human, I must have warned you: do not overact, and do not do anything unnecessary.”

 

For some reason, the moment Zelan saw Yu Xianqing’s elegant face and thought about how he had just praised Albert and invited him to dinner, he felt an unbearable irritability.

 

It was different from his usual urge to pick a fight when he found someone unpleasant. This feeling was more like a long-held, exclusive toy being toyed with under the paws of another beastman.

 

It made him want nothing more than to use his teeth to tear, to leave a brand, and then… then what?

 

Where this emotion originated and how to alleviate it, he did not know.

 

But it was definitely because of this human.

 

The crux of every problem lay with Yu Xianqing. No wonder the feline education documentaries said that back in the day, felines who let humans touch their ears, tails, and bellies would fall under the control of evil humans!

 

He, Zelan Hilludos, would never be such a weak leopard!

 

Yu Xianqing had no idea what was going on in his head. “…My apologies. I didn’t mean it that way.”

 

Yu Xianqing only knew that back on Earth, friends inviting each other over for dinner was perfectly normal behavior.

 

But such behavior in the Prince’s manor was apparently not normal.

 

“I won’t take such liberties again. I had no intention of offending Your Highness.”

 

However, this submissive appearance did nothing to soothe the frustration in Zelan’s heart; instead, it only felt more stifling. A nameless fire rose within him, and he suddenly said:

 

“You hate my temper too, don’t you?”

 

Yu Xianqing raised his eyelids, gazing at him in surprise.

 

“Everyone else does their best to avoid me, loathes me, fears me. Only you—you are different from them. Even though we just met, you are never afraid of me, and you never hide when you see me.”

 

Seeing Yu Xianqing’s steady expression, Zelan suddenly felt a sense of indignation. He hated that look on the human—it was as if nothing mattered, as if nothing could touch him. He sneered, his tone growing heavier.

 

“Today, you even went out of your way to invite my adjutant to dinner.”

 

Zelan crossed his arms and slowly approached, his tall frame casting a heavy, oppressive shadow.

 

A tiny furrow appeared between Yu Xianqing’s beautiful brows, like a calm water surface rippling because of him.

 

Zelan curled his lips in satisfaction, questioning him with almost predatory aggression:

 

“I don’t believe a person is born without a temper. As the only human, married to an unfavored prince like me to have children—do you mean to say you feel no resentment? Do you dare say you don’t have a single ulterior motive?”

 

What motive could he have?

 

Yu Xianqing felt truly wronged.

 

He just wanted a cub.

 

After a long silence.

 

The furrow between Yu Xianqing’s brows smoothed out, and like a sheet of white paper untouched by ink, he quietly met the other’s gaze.

 

“I have always been like this. Even if the person living with me today weren’t Your Highness, but any other friend, my attitude would not change.”

 

Cold vertical pupils fixed on him. Yu Xianqing returned to his usual gentleness, but this completely enraged Zelan.

 

Unwillingness.

 

Why could he be so calm?

 

“I hate most how you humans use your fragile appearance to act without restraint. My mother was deceived by a human just like you and ended up in her current state. Do you think I’m as stupid as she was?”

 

Yu Xianqing’s eyes flickered. Something was wrong with Zelan. He maneuvered his wheelchair to back away, but Zelan leaned over, his arms pinning both armrests down firmly.

 

Their distance suddenly became very close.

 

…No, it was too close. Close enough for Yu Xianqing to see the underlying color of Zelan’s pupils—a silent gray hidden behind the pale blue.

 

“I’ve suspected it since the first day. Why would a weak human with no experience know so many rules of the beastmen? You never seem surprised by anything about me; it’s as if you already know everything about me?”

 

…These things were naturally told to him by the system, but he obviously couldn’t tell Zelan that.

 

“It can be looked up on the Star Net, and people tell me things.”

 

Zelan sneered, his eyes shifting slightly.

 

“Fine. Then let me ask you: why have you been frequently searching the Star Net these past few days for ‘how to increase the probability of beastman conception’? There’s no need to play the part so thoroughly. Don’t tell me you actually like me and want an offspring this quickly.”

 

Yu Xianqing suddenly looked at him. “…You’re monitoring me?”

 

Zelan’s fingers involuntarily twitched. Yu Xianqing’s strange, guarded gaze made him react; his muscles tightened to such a degree that they began to ache. He set his jaw and said, “So what? Would a normal person forced into marriage accept reality so quickly, or even urgently seek out a cub?”

 

Yu Xianqing looked at Zelan in silence. He didn’t avoid his gaze, but he couldn’t let any emotion leak out either.

 

Zelan also fell silent for a while. Yu Xianqing was no longer so calm, yet Zelan himself felt increasingly off, as if something was slipping out of his control.

 

“Are you someone sent by my Father?”

 

“If I say I’m not, will you believe me?”

 

Zelan’s silence was enough to provide the answer.

 

“We have nothing more to say,” Yu Xianqing said abruptly. “Move.”

 

Zelan grabbed his wheelchair, a sharp pang of indignation seizing his heart.

 

Without a word, he dragged the wheelchair toward the bedroom. Yu Xianqing gave up struggling until Zelan lifted him from the wheelchair. Following a whirlwind of motion, he fell onto the soft bed.

 

“…What are you doing?”

 

Zelan’s kisses fell like a rainstorm. Yu Xianqing was startled, pushing his hands against the other’s shoulders. “Zelan!”

 

Zelan did not stop. His hands efficiently grabbed the human’s clothes and ripped them to both sides; all the buttons on the white shirt snapped in unison.

 

Zelan had an intuition that he was about to lose something. A beast’s intuition was always accurate, and he would not allow it.

 

A beastman’s kiss lacked technique, revealing a trapped-beast-like anxiety and insecurity. As Zelan kissed his ear, Yu Xianqing knit his brows in discomfort and heard Zelan whisper very softly:

 

“It’s too late to try and escape.”

 

Teeth that could easily tear flesh and bite through organs left pale red marks on the human’s smooth body. Yu Xianqing stared at the ceiling and took a few breaths, suddenly calming down. He reached out and gently grabbed Zelan’s hair.

 

“Zelan, don’t do something you’ll regret.”

 

He didn’t use force. His fingers slid into the silvery-white curls with a strength akin to a caress, and he spoke almost tenderly:

 

“You don’t trust me. I am willing to prove my innocence. But no one is willing to spend time and energy being honest with a rapist, don’t you agree?”

 

Zelan’s biting stopped. He lifted his head from Yu Xianqing and said stubbornly: “I don’t need a liar to keep spending energy to deceive me.”

 

his eyes were a bit red, but his expression didn’t soften in the slightest.

 

Yu Xianqing gently rubbed the top of his head and ears, as if petting a cat, and softened his voice:

 

“Your Highness’s courtship period isn’t over yet, is it? It’s true that emotions can be a bit extreme during this time. Even if I were a liar and you wanted to punish me for it, this kind of uncoordinated biting is useless. It will only end in a lose-lose situation.”

 

His coaxing tone was soft and gentle, as if the confrontation from just now had never existed.

 

Zelan’s eyes suddenly grew even redder. He didn’t speak or move, simply letting Yu Xianqing rub him.

 

The human’s strength was neither too light nor too heavy—just right. Zelan was soon rubbed into a state of extreme comfort. His eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils dilating. He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore: “Then… what should I do?”

 

“Be gentler. Kiss me first… lift yourself up a bit, face me. Yes, just like that…”

 

Yu Xianqing slowly directed him. Zelan followed his instructions as if possessed. This time was different from the previous experiences; Yu Xianqing didn’t even sit up.

 

During the courtship period, his sense of smell was no longer satisfied by the human’s body scent, tracking instead toward the scent of ‘mating’ that brought the highest stimulation.

 

“…Mm…? What are you doing?”

 

Yu Xianqing was startled and about to sit up, but Zelan didn’t give him a chance to react; his head instinctively leaned in.

 

…Hunger.

 

The brain dominated by the courtship period instinctively used special means to seize the scent from the other’s body.

 

Yu Xianqing instantly drew in a sharp breath.

 

A feline has soft barbs; it was not a… very good experience.

 

Zelan was definitely doing it on purpose. He glanced at Yu Xianqing, saw his strange expression, and revealed a provocative smile.

 

…He was really asking to be ‘fucked’.

 

Yu Xianqing endured it again and again, but finally, he couldn’t hold back. He suddenly pulled Zelan toward him, the webbing of his hand pressing against the other’s prominent Adam’s apple, using an extremely tricky and skillful maneuver to instantly pin the other beneath him.

 

The positions were reversed. Zelan’s expression went blank. Yu Xianqing sat up, panting slightly, his jet-black, shiny long hair falling over him like silk, vaguely covering the marks on his neck.

 

He flicked his long hair back, a rare hint of aggression appearing between his brows. However, on that face as beautiful as a Muse, it only made one feel it was a form of desecrated rage.

 

Yu Xianqing lowered his head and bit down hard on Zelan’s bobbing Adam’s apple. Humans don’t have canines, but in that moment, with a fragile spot seized, his almost ferocious bite made the beastman instantly feel a threat to his life, letting out a whimper.

 

But this also exhausted Yu Xianqing’s last bit of energy. After the bite, he was forced to collapse onto Zelan’s chest, his face buried between the thick pectoral muscles, his face flushed with weakness.

 

Zelan, who had been startled by his abnormal behavior just now, finally reacted.

 

A beastman in the courtship period was used to solving things in the most primitive and thirst-quenching way.

 

Only this time, Yu Xianqing was actually a bit angry, feeling like he was being treated like a male escort.

 

When it was over, the two separated hastily. Zelan threw on some clothes and stared at Yu Xianqing for a long time, watching the human slowly put on his ruined clothes and grope his way back to the wheelchair, completely ignoring him and beginning to…

 

Sew clothes.

 

His profile was as calm and elegant as ever. It seemed only when doing that kind of thing would he shed his peaceful exterior and show an expression different from the norm.

 

He clearly wasn’t afraid of him at all, his personality wasn’t as fragile as the surface suggested, and he was hiding secrets, yet he usually maintained a gentle and virtuous appearance.

 

“Yu Xianqing.” Zelan addressed the human by name for once, though with a fair amount of teeth-gritting. “Stop that damn needlework. Is the manor so short of a single set of clothes?”

 

For a grand Princess Consort to be mending clothes at night—if word got out, people would think Zelan was abusing him!

 

“Hm? Why hasn’t Your Highness left yet?” Yu Xianqing looked up in surprise, as if only just realizing Zelan was present. “Now that you’ve had your fill, shouldn’t you go to work? Why are you still wasting time here with me?”

 

Zelan was in disbelief: “…The entire manor is mine. You’re kicking me out?”

 

Yu Xianqing looked at the sky and urged: “Please leave quickly; you definitely shouldn’t linger too long. I’m afraid that as a spy, if I don’t hide well and reveal my true nature, what would happen if I harmed you?”

 

“Human.” Zelan gritted his teeth slightly. Since a sexual act had just occurred here, he didn’t want to leave at all.

 

“The fact that I need you for the time being is not a reason for you to act spoiled because of my favor.”

 

These words made Zelan feel a bit guilty too.

 

Yu Xianqing wasn’t spoiled, yet he could always make him angry.

 

Yes, angry.

 

Yu Xianqing smiled slightly: “Of course. I am Your Highness’s Princess Consort. The entire manor belongs to Your Highness, so naturally, I also belong to Your Highness. Your Highness can do whatever he wants to me, so how could I possibly be spoiled?”

 

Something about this sentence touched Zelan. He suddenly found a way out, curled his lips, and lifted his chin.

 

“Since you put it that way, I am not a stingy prince. But this is no small matter; wanting my forgiveness won’t be that simple. However, seeing as you’re being obedient, what reward do you want? As long as it’s something the manor can provide, I can give it to you.”

 

Yu Xianqing put down the clothes in his hands.

 

“As you said, I have always had other designs. I’ve loved children since I was small. Ever since I set my sights on Your Highness, I’ve been ravenously hungry. Now I need the entire manor filled with cubs to fill the void in my heart.”

 

“…Yu Xianqing!”

 

Zelan’s expression changed, with faint signs of an impending explosion.

 

He wanted to bare his teeth and lose his temper at Yu Xianqing, to tell him who the true master here was.

 

But strangely, he tried hard, only to discover with horror that he could no longer normally express aggression toward Yu Xianqing.

 

Yu Xianqing composed his expression and calmly turned away.

 

“Your Highness, there is nothing I particularly want. If you do not trust me, you don’t need to come over in the future. I don’t want you to be annoyed by seeing me.”

 

Zelan stared at Yu Xianqing for a good while. Yu Xianqing could feel that gaze was as scorching as a flame; he almost thought Zelan would fly into a rage again.

 

But in the end, he left without a word.

 

Only when the silhouette of his departure had completely vanished did Yu Xianqing’s movements pause slightly, and he slowly covered his forehead.

 

…That’s strange.

 

His personality in the past hadn’t been this impulsive.

 

At most, Zelan would be stubborn with his words, but he had never truly harmed him.

 

He and Zelan were simply getting what they needed from each other.

 

He really shouldn’t have been so impulsive.

 

For several days in a row, Zelan and Yu Xianqing barely saw each other.

 

Sometimes when they bumped into each other from afar, Yu Xianqing would proactively look away and drive his little wheelchair away at high speed.

 

Naturally, he didn’t know how much Zelan’s face darkened like ink every time he watched him leave.

 

“Why is he avoiding me? Does he have a guilty conscience?”

 

Zelan turned to ask Albert. Albert didn’t know what had happened between the two of them either, but seeing his master’s displeased expression, he knew it definitely wasn’t anything good.

 

“Maybe he’s just shy?” Albert said. “Oh, humans are very thin-skinned; they can’t compare to the heartless beastmen. The books say that once they are hurt, they retreat into their shells. Speaking of which, do humans have shells like the Snail people? I’ve never seen one…”

 

“…” Zelan’s mouth twitched. He knocked Albert on the head without ceremony. “Piss off.”

 

The human was hurt?

 

Was his psyche really that fragile?

 

Yu Xianqing often ran into that rabbit officer named Albert in the manor.

 

Every time they met, the rabbit officer would first give a very standard military salute. However, to avoid suspicion, he would always greet him from afar and leave, seemingly in a hurry to see Zelan.

 

Yu Xianqing didn’t want to deal with Zelan for the time being, but the words Zelan had said that day weighed on his mind.

 

What did he mean by “Mother was once deceived by a human”?

 

Was he not the last human in this galaxy?

 

“No need to doubt, you are,” System 005 replied. “And you are a human of the most pure and noble bloodline.”

 

The reward for the side quest was a fake death, which for Yu Xianqing was currently the most tempting thing.

 

Qi Lin came to the manor again to perform a physical exam for Yu Xianqing.

 

After he measured the pulse once more and frowned, Yu Xianqing withdrew his hand with a neutral face: “What is it?”

 

“The Princess Consort’s body is gradually recovering; you can begin conceiving,” Qi Lin said directly. “Have you and Prince Zelan not mated these past few days? Logically, the quality of a beastman’s sperm during the courtship period is very high, yet I see no signal of pregnancy in your body signals.”

 

…The one bearing it wasn’t him; it would be a miracle if you could see a pregnancy.

 

Yu Xianqing grumbled internally, but his face showed a look of concern: “Prince Zelan doesn’t seem to like me very much. And for some reason, every time his mother is mentioned, he hates me even more.”

 

Qi Lin was stunned for a moment and whispered: “This… perhaps it’s because the Queen once had a human half-blood lover back then, and it didn’t end well.”

 

“…” Yu Xianqing was about to ask more when he suddenly noticed Albert’s figure rushing toward them out of the corner of his eye.

 

“Princess Consort.” After Albert arrived, he gave a military salute as usual. Qi Lin nodded to Yu Xianqing and began packing his medical bag.

 

“Is something the matter?” Yu Xianqing asked.

 

Albert gave Qi Lin an extra glance and then said: “Um, His Highness was drinking wine in the garden. And now… he’s drunk.”

 

Yu Xianqing: “If he’s drunk, he can have some sobriety medicine. I’ll have the attendants prepare it in the kitchen.”

 

He was about to get up when Albert called out “Hey, hey, hey” to stop him. Before saying anything else, he first glared at Qi Lin.

 

Qi Lin took the hint and took his leave, saying finally, “You don’t need to worry too much. There are vast differences between one human and another; Prince Zelan will come around sooner or later.”

 

“That…” Once the other person was far away, Albert scratched his head and said, “Princess Consort, why are you alone with Qi Lin? At least bring a guard. Qi Lin is someone appointed by His Majesty; His Highness will be unhappy again if he sees this.”

 

Yu Xianqing found it a bit funny: “So he went to drink because he was unhappy?”

 

“That’s not it.” Albert looked a bit troubled. “Every year at this time, His Highness drinks a lot of wine and won’t allow anyone to get near him. Anyone who gets close gets cursed at. We have to brave it to snatch the wine away, and we can’t let him drink too much, or His Majesty will punish him again.”

 

“Why punish him?” Yu Xianqing said. “He’s an adult; drinking is his freedom.”

 

“That’s true, but drinking so much wine on his own mother’s birthday is ultimately not in line with royal etiquette,” Albert whispered.

 

“He’s drunk now and won’t let me go over. That border collie nose of Qi Lin’s definitely smelled the wine; he’ll go back to the palace to tattle in a bit. Princess Consort, could you… go and talk to His Highness?”

 

Unable to resist Albert’s request, Yu Xianqing agreed. He followed the path through the backyard and found Zelan in front of a wooden house that was so narrow it didn’t fit the manor’s overall architectural style.

 

He was sitting on a stone stool, the table covered in various high-proof liquors. His cheeks were flushed, and a strand of his usually well-kept curls had fallen messily across half of his brow. His expression was dazed and dangerous.

 

Yu Xianqing pushed his wheelchair over and gently took the bottle out of Zelan’s hand. “Don’t drink anymore. If you keep drinking, Albert is going to cry all over me.”

 

There was one more sentence he didn’t say.

 

It’s not good for the child in the belly either.

 

Zelan: “…”

 

He was quite heavily drunk and for a moment couldn’t distinguish reality, thinking he was dreaming. Looking at this person who suddenly appeared and took his wine, he looked quite a bit like that cheap Princess Consort of his, and just as insolent.

 

Hateful human—since he was ignoring him, what right did he have to show up in his dream now?

 

Zelan reached out and snatched the bottle back, saying arrogantly: “Who are you? What right do you have to control me!”