Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Yu Xianqing said good-naturedly, “Is there something on Your Highness’s mind, drinking here all alone?”

 

“None of your business.” Zelan waved a hand drunkenly. “If you’re not going to drink with me, then get lost.”

 

Yu Xianqing looked at him for a moment and said, “Fine, I’ll join you.”

 

Zelan stared at him in surprise. Yu Xianqing poured himself a glass of wine using an extra cup and then downed it in one go.

 

The cup was placed gently back on the stone table, not a single drop remaining.

 

Zelan’s cat-like eyes went wide and round. He sat in a daze for quite a while before narrowing his drunk eyes to observe him closely.

 

“Why do you look a bit familiar to me?”

 

What a cliché way to ask. Yu Xianqing said, “Familiar how?”

 

Zelan mumbled, “You look a bit like that… whatever Princess Consort my Father bestowed upon me.”

 

Yu Xianqing: “…”

 

Albert, eavesdropping in the bushes: “…”

 

Zelan saw the empty cup on the table and said decisively, “You’re better looking than him. He’s not as good as you.”

 

Albert nearly screamed out loud.

 

“Your Highness! Your Highness, what kind of trash are you talking about the Princess Consort right to his face, Your Highness!”

 

Yu Xianqing paused. It seemed Zelan was truly so drunk he had lost his senses.

 

“Thank you.”

 

Albert continued to scream internally: “Why are you playing along with him!?”

 

“Come.” Zelan’s interest was piqued. He filled the glass to the brim. “Continue.”

 

Yu Xianqing did not refuse, accompanying him in drink with casual conversation.

 

Fortunately, he had a high tolerance for alcohol. From childhood to adulthood, he was always the one at the table watching everyone else get drunker while he was left to call the taxis.

 

After crossing over, Yu Xianqing had inherited his former tolerance. Cup after cup went down; Zelan grew increasingly incoherent, a deep and long-standing melancholy settling between his brows.

 

By the time the moon reached the treetops, Albert was nearly asleep while squatting in the bushes. Zelan finally collapsed, leaning over the stone table, his sea-blue gemstone eyes shimmering with a drunken wetness.

 

“Exhilarating…” he murmured. “It’s been so long since I’ve drunk this exhilaratingly…”

 

Yu Xianqing’s face bore only a slight flush, his eyes remaining clear. He took a wet handkerchief from his spatial bracelet and wiped Zelan’s forehead. Zelan squinted comfortably, the figure of the beauty before him reflected in his eyes.

 

This person who looked like the Princess Consort had the same beautiful long black hair, and eyes as gentle as moonlight. But the Princess Consort wouldn’t drink with him. They had just had a fight a few days ago and were currently in a cold war; how could that human possibly come to find him of his own accord?

 

Yu Xianqing: “Does Your Highness feel any better?”

 

Zelan suddenly grabbed his wrist.

 

“What is your relationship… with the Princess Consort?” Zelan looked at him dizzily, furrowing his snow-white brows. “The scent on you is very similar to his. And your wheelchair… did you steal his perfume and his wheelchair?”

 

“…” Yu Xianqing looked at him steadily. “Your Highness, you are truly drunk. I am your Princess Consort.”

 

Zelan shook his head frantically. “Impossible. Absolutely impossible.”

 

His tone was so certain that Yu Xianqing almost began to doubt himself.

 

“Why?”

 

Zelan clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes childishly. His voice sounded somewhat unpleasant, laced with a hint of resentment. “He is the person Father bestowed upon me; naturally, he listens to Father. Father has always disliked my drinking; how could he possibly drink with me? He’s probably already gone to tattle.”

 

“You are different from him,” Zelan said. “You are the first person to drink with me.”

 

He gave a very domineering wave of his hand. “From now on, you are this Prince’s friend. Whatever wine you want, put it on the manor’s tab. Order whatever you like.”

 

Yu Xianqing found it amusing. “No need, I don’t particularly like drinking. It’s getting late; let me take Your Highness back to the room to rest early.”

 

“…Back to the room?” Zelan dazed for a moment, grumbling, “But I have a Princess Consort.”

 

“Oh?” Yu Xianqing said provocatively, “Doesn’t Your Highness dislike the Princess Consort?”

 

“So what.” Zelan gazed at the moon, his eyes hazy. His heart felt empty, a void that could never be filled, leaving only endless desolation and vacuum. The alcohol numbed his nerves, but it made him realize his loneliness all the more clearly.

 

He thought of the Princess Consort he had married, the last human in the world.

 

He always felt the other wasn’t honest enough and hadn’t hesitated to use hurtful words. But as the only human, did he also feel lonely?

 

Was he even sadder than he was now?

 

When his Mother was still around, she loved talking to the moonlight. She spoke of her youth, of the moonlight-like lover of her fantasies, and called him “Yanal”—a very special description in her tribe’s mother tongue.

 

Zelan’s heart felt as if it were soaked in water, a stifling, airtight irritability.

 

He murmured.

 

“No matter what, he has already married me. I am not a heartless and ungrateful beastman like my Father. I am a good leopard. Hic.”

 

He let out a small wine burp. Catching Yu Xianqing out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly became a bit annoyed:

 

“Did you just laugh secretly? What are you laughing at!”

 

“I was just wondering, are you saying that you’ve kept yourself pure and chaste?”

 

“Of course!” Zelan pricked up his ears loftily. “Not just anyone is qualified to come near me. You can only drink with me, but you cannot return to my room, and you cannot lie in my bed.”

 

“Then the Princess Consort can return to your room and lie in your bed?”

 

Zelan tilted his head and thought for a moment, letting out a hum from his nose. “Barely… I suppose.”

 

After all, as Zelan’s Princess Consort, even if he wasn’t well-liked, he still had some privileges.

 

Yu Xianqing truly laughed this time. The sound of the laughter annoyed Zelan, but as he turned to see that face, he gradually grew dazed.

 

This person… really is quite good-looking.

 

He looks more and more like his Princess Consort.

 

Zelan’s ears drooped again with a bit of sadness.

 

What is the Princess Consort doing right now… why hasn’t he come to find him yet?

 

Was it just because he made him unhappy that day?

 

But Zelan didn’t mean it.

 

He just didn’t know how to speak properly.

 

“I didn’t mean it.” Zelan suddenly sniffled, his curls listlessly covering half his face. “…I didn’t monitor him either.”

 

“…Your Highness? Are you alright?” Yu Xianqing tilted his head to look at him.

 

“I’m not going with you,” Zelan said drunkenly. “You call… call my human over here.”

 

Yu Xianqing looked at him for a long while.

 

“Fine, I will have the Princess Consort himself come over.”

 

Zelan had already collapsed muzzily on the table, only capable of grunting.

 

Yu Xianqing pushed his wheelchair away, heading all the way to the bushes where Albert was keeping watch. The other was sleeping soundly. After he woke Albert up, the officer rubbed his eyes in confusion.

 

“Go find someone to brew some medicine. Zelan drank so much; he’ll have a headache tomorrow.”

 

Albert looked at the passed-out Prince and the clear-headed Princess Consort. Under the moonlight, the human’s eyes appeared like transparent amber—clean yet inscrutable.

 

Albert didn’t understand why the Human Highness would drink so much with the Prince.

 

But if the human did it, there must be a reason.

 

“I’ll go right now!”

 

Yu Xianqing stayed in the bushes for a while. He let his long hair fall loose, opened his collar slightly, and then sprayed a bit of spray to mask the smell of alcohol on his body. He abandoned the wheelchair and went to find Zelan, pretending to discover him by chance.

 

“Your Highness, what a coincidence. How did you end up drinking like this?”

 

He asked in surprise.

 

Zelan lifted his head and looked at him for a long time, sniffing the air. He said uncertainly, “Human?”

 

“It’s me.” Yu Xianqing looked worried. “Let’s get you back quickly, Your Highness.”

 

“Where’s your wheelchair?”

 

“I don’t know who stole it.” Yu Xianqing said with a straight face.

 

Zelan: “Oh.”

 

Zelan was helped up and followed him muzzily. As if remembering something, he suddenly jerked to a halt.

 

“…Aren’t you mad at me? You haven’t come to see me for several days; why are you coming to pick me up now? Why aren’t you continuing to mend those damn clothes of yours?”

 

There was a trace of unnoticeable grievance in his speech.

 

“Your Highness still remembers that?” Yu Xianqing said as they walked. “I’ve already forgotten it.”

 

“Forgotten? What right do you have to forget so easily?” Zelan glared at him.

 

Yu Xianqing shot back, “And what right does Your Highness have to be angry? Weren’t you the one who falsely accused me and monitored me first?”

 

“I… I! I didn’t mean it, but, but…”

 

Zelan suddenly pushed Yu Xianqing into the nearby bamboo grove, staring directly at him. “Do you dare say you weren’t arranged for me by Father?”

 

“I was forced… forget it, why am I arguing with a drunkard.”

 

Yu Xianqing had a bit of a headache. Then, he was suddenly bitten on the face by an angry Zelan.

 

“!”

 

After Zelan let him go, Yu Xianqing touched the saliva mark on his face and laughed with a hint of anger. “Zelan, do you have any idea how much it hurts when you bite people?”

 

Zelan looked at the saliva mark on his face, as if it were a mark he had made himself. He said with some pride, “Then you bite me back.”

 

Yu Xianqing stared at him for a long time. “Fine.”

 

He leaned forward and bit Zelan on the face.

 

Zelan caught the fragrance on the other’s body, and his face instantly turned red. “Tch, doesn’t hurt at all…”

 

Before he could finish, he froze. His lips were gently taken into the human’s mouth.

 

He tasted the sweetness of wine in the other’s mouth, but he no longer had the capacity to think.

 

Yu Xianqing’s actions did not match his gentle appearance. He flipped his hand and pressed the caught-off-guard Zelan against the bamboo, pinning the other’s shoulders and gripping Zelan’s chin with one hand, deepening this sudden kiss.

 

Most of the time, Yu Xianqing was either sitting or lying down, which often made people overlook the fact that his stature was actually nearly identical to Zelan’s. By lifting his head just slightly, he could proactively kiss his lips.

 

Zelan’s canines had already extended, but he couldn’t find any canines on the human. In a momentary fit of pique and unwillingness, he bit through the human’s lip.

 

Unexpectedly, Yu Xianqing also bit him back hard. The smell of blood instantly filled the air, stimulating the beastman’s sensitive nerves.

 

Not until both of them were nearly out of breath did Yu Xianqing step back half a pace, only to be domineeringly pulled back by Zelan a second later.

 

Zelan panted against the crook of his neck. After a long while, he suddenly said through gritted teeth: “I shouldn’t have said those harsh words that day.”

 

A flash of surprise went through Yu Xianqing’s mind, followed by him saying: “It’s alright. There was some truth to what Your Highness said.”

 

It was that same neither-here-nor-there, invulnerable attitude. Zelan was so angry he wanted to eat the human alive, but in the end, he just tightly gripped his shoulders and said fiercely:

 

“Even if you were Father’s person before, from now on, you can only belong to me. You married me, so you are mine, forever mine. If you dare leave, I will break your limbs and lock you up forever. Even if we die, we will die together.”

 

The wind rustled through the bamboo, a faint fragrance spreading. The heat and heartbeat coming from the other person were scorching and clear.

 

Yu Xianqing panted lightly, his gaze falling on a dark spot, his eyes turning as black as the night.

 

At this moment, he didn’t know if he was drunk or sober.

 

In the end, he simply tidied his collar and said softly, “Let’s go back.”

 

The next morning.

 

Zelan woke up from his dream. He didn’t have the usual headache that follows a hangover, though he was still a bit dizzy.

 

Perhaps the sobriety medicine Yu Xianqing forced down his throat was too effective. As soon as he woke up, everything that happened last night flooded into his mind. Thinking of how he had mistaken Yu Xianqing for two different people while drunk, Zelan covered his forehead and sat in silence on the bed.

 

…It was one thing for him to mistake the person, but why did the human have to play along?

 

Was he intentionally trying to see him make a fool of himself!