Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Zelan turned to look at the side of the bed, but there was no trace of the human. It seemed nothing had happened between them last night.

 

He actually sent him back and didn’t even stay to sleep with him?

 

Zelan managed to calm his breathing, threw off the covers to get out of bed, and after tidying himself up, asked a servant, “Where is the human?”

 

“The Princess Consort hasn’t woken up yet.”

 

“Lazybones,” Zelan scoffed with a raised brow. Thinking of how that human had toyed with him yesterday and that wine-scented kiss in the bamboo grove, he pivoted on his heel and headed toward Yu Xianqing’s room.

 

“I’d like to see what kind of sweet dreams he’s having.”

 

However, his plans for retaliation were quickly thwarted. When he arrived, Yu Xianqing was already sitting in a chair beginning to groom himself. Seeing Zelan’s arrogant expression in the mirror, he said:

 

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

 

He had just woken up; his pajamas were still draped loosely on his frame, his entire being exuding a lazy relaxation, his bare face holding little expression.

 

Yu Xianqing always did things without a single leak. Even the strictest etiquette official wouldn’t be able to find a flaw in his posture or appearance; he was so perfect it felt like a mask—which was exactly why Zelan often accused him of putting on an act.

 

Yu Xianqing’s schedule was quite regular, and he usually woke up earlier than Zelan. This was a rare occasion of him sleeping in, and it was the first time Zelan had seen him like this.

 

In this current state without any adornment, he felt much more approachable than usual.

 

Unknowingly, Zelan slowed his pace as he approached. Just as Yu Xianqing was about to comb his hair, his hand suddenly felt empty; Zelan had snatched the comb from his grasp.

 

“Your Highness?”

 

“You’re no good at combing hair.” Zelan met his unexpectedly lazy gaze in the mirror, feeling an imperceptible itch in the depths of his heart, like being scratched by a cub’s claws.

 

“Tying it up every day, it looks hideous.”

 

In truth, Yu Xianqing’s hair looked good even if just left alone, and it was usually tied up meticulously—dignified, as the old fogies would put it—but Zelan had long grown tired of it.

 

Most feline beastmen loved beauty and placed extreme importance on their fur. That was why Zelan hated Yu Xianqing touching his hair. He had to re-comb it every time, and the human just kept touching and touching—it was so annoying!

 

He gathered Yu Xianqing’s long hair. “Watch closely. Hair should be combed like this. I’m not teaching you a second time.”

 

Those hands, covered in thin calluses, meticulously divided the long hair into several strands and tied them up seriously.

 

Half of the hair was coiled at the back of the head, while the other half was left draped over his shoulders. As Zelan gathered the coiled half, he realized a hairpin was missing.

 

He paused, then produced a flower hairpin made of green jade from who-knows-where and tucked it into Yu Xianqing’s jet-black hair.

 

“Now this looks like a Princess Consort.” Zelan took half a step back, admiring his masterpiece.

 

The beauty in the mirror had jet-black hair draped naturally like silk, with a simple green jade hairpin tucked into the strands, blending perfectly with his quiet, ancient, and elegant temperament.

 

Yu Xianqing touched the back of his head. This hairstyle wasn’t complex, but it was indeed exquisite and looked very suitable for him.

 

“Your Highness is quite skillful with his hands.”

 

“Humph.”

 

Receiving the human’s praise, Zelan’s tail was about to fly into the sky. The corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than an AK, yet he still said:

 

“Of course. What kind of ghostly mess were you tying before? You might as well beg me; I can reluctantly help you tie it from now on.”

 

“I wouldn’t dare trouble Your Highness.”

 

Zelan’s expression instantly became displeased. “Yu Xianqing, don’t give me that…”

 

But Yu Xianqing interrupted him. “However, as a Princess Consort, it’s only right to be a little willful occasionally, isn’t it?”

 

Humph.

 

Zelan turned his head flusteredly to hide his slightly reddening face. “Barely acceptable.”

 

Dealing with Zelan was like this—hitting him with a “straight ball” left his anger with nowhere to go.

 

As if thinking of something, Yu Xianqing suddenly gave Zelan a radiant smile and said suggestively:

 

“Recently, I’ve researched a new set of ‘positions’. Although they’re quite lewd, I heard they’re very effective.”

 

Zelan didn’t react immediately: “…Huh?”

 

Yu Xianqing blinked. “Want to go back and try them out?”

 

Zelan: “…”

 

Here it goes again.

 

Why did it feel like this human was more impatient than he was?

 

After breakfast, a troop of guards arrived at the manor. As the soldiers cleared the way, a low-profile black hovercar slowly drove in.

 

When Zelan walked out into the courtyard, he happened to see a slender figure stepping down from the car.

 

“Big Brother?”

 

Yu Xianqing followed behind Zelan and bowed to Ayr as well. “Big Brother.”

 

Ayr nodded. Whether it was an illusion or not, Yu Xianqing felt that as the man walked over, his gaze lingered on the hairpin for a long time.

 

It wasn’t until Zelan led Ayr toward the main hall that Yu Xianqing asked the system in surprise: “Is there something wrong with the hairpin?”

 

“No problem with the pin itself,” 005 said. “It’s just the heirloom of the Empire’s Queens, passed down through generations.”

 

The smile etched on Yu Xianqing’s face stiffened: “…”

 

Great. There was a huge problem.

 

Coming to this era, Yu Xianqing had no ambitions.

 

Since he had a mysterious chance to live a second time, he only wanted to live according to his own will.

 

In his previous life, as the first heir born into a powerful family, he had shouldered too many responsibilities that went against his will. Now that he was finally free of burdens, having mysteriously married into the imperial family where Zelan’s family was a mess, he had no intention of getting involved.

 

Heaven knows.

 

He just wanted a cub.

 

He had to return the pin as soon as possible. Only someone like Zelan would casually give away such a sensitive heirloom.

 

Zelan and Ayr sat at the table talking. It was clear Zelan really liked this brother; his expression and tone revealed a bit of youthful naivety.

 

Yu Xianqing served them quietly, only appearing to refill the tea and snacks when they ran low, as if he were air without a presence.

 

Even so, the gaze Ayr occasionally swept over made Zelan notice something was off.

 

“Big Brother, what’s wrong?” He instinctively shifted his body to block Yu Xianqing. “Why do you keep staring at the human?”

 

“Just curious. The hairpin Mr. Yu is wearing looks somewhat familiar.”

 

Yu Xianqing hid behind Zelan slightly, appearing as if he were shy.

 

Zelan curled his lips slightly. “Oh, my Mother left it to me. It was just sitting there, so I let him wear it casually. Anyway, I—”

 

Hiss.

 

A sudden pain hit Zelan’s back. Yu Xianqing had pinched the flesh at his waist and twisted it with skillful force.

 

It was hard to break through a beastman’s hide, but Yu Xianqing knew every muscle of Zelan’s body too well; he specifically targeted a sensitive area to twist. Zelan almost cried out, but with his brother present, he hurriedly took a sip of tea to mask his expression.

 

“Mr. Yu has outstanding grace; this Hetian green jade begonia hairpin is actually eclipsed by him.” Ayr’s expression remained unchanged, speaking with a hint of reproach. “Second Brother should find some more beautiful jewelry to match him.”

 

“If my younger brother isn’t attentive, I, as the elder brother, should worry more for him. Someone, bring the items up.”

 

An attendant bowed and presented a sandalwood tray. Lying on the cashmere cloth was a top-grade white jade bracelet. Under the light, the lustrous, transparent interior actually refracted tiny sparks of rainbow light, like a flowing galaxy in a dark universe.

 

“This is a precious mineral collected from an asteroid. In terms of monetary value alone, it’s at least a hundred times more expensive than all jewelry raw materials on the market today. When I first saw it, I felt it suited Mr. Yu quite well.”

 

Ayr’s gentle voice held a hint of a smile, appearing approachable. Yu Xianqing’s heart tightened slightly.

 

What exactly was this First Prince trying to do?

 

Zelan looked down at the white jade bracelet, his fists slowly tightening as an inexplicable agitation rose in his heart.

 

He knew this piece of jade; it was one of the rich legacies left to Big Brother by his mother. Even among that pile of priceless treasures, it was considered a standout piece.

 

“Your Highness.”

 

Yu Xianqing lightly tugged at the corner of his clothes and leaned into his ear. A gentle airflow brushed past his earlobe, and the scent of elegant bamboo from his long hair flooded in, making one feel inexplicably calm.

 

“I can’t accept it.”

 

Zelan turned to look at him, raising a brow in surprise. “Why?”

 

He actually asked why?

 

Yu Xianqing sighed inwardly; Zelan’s filter for Ayr was too thick.

 

In any other setting or with any other identity, Ayr was basically hinting to Zelan’s face that his gift was subpar while subtly telling Yu Xianqing: “I can give you better.”

 

Commonly known as “trying to steal someone’s partner”.

 

Faced with Zelan’s pure yet stupid expression, Yu Xianqing even felt for a moment that he was overthinking things—if the system hadn’t suddenly spoken up.

 

“This thing. Tsk tsk,” 005 suddenly remarked with a human-like sigh. “A tiny bracelet packed with a big tracker. And a monitor. If you put it on, it could definitely see the positions of you and Zelan ‘mating’ very clearly; even the skin texture could be recorded in high definition.”

 

Playing so perversely.

 

“This is too valuable,” Yu Xianqing lowered his voice further. “I can’t repay this favor.”

 

Zelan was even more convinced that Yu Xianqing liked it and said decisively: “With me here, what favor can’t be repaid? If you like it, just take it.”

 

Being a “corner” was truly difficult.

 

His display of weakness backfired; Zelan directly accepted it on Yu Xianqing’s behalf.

 

With this thing here, he now couldn’t return Zelan’s hairpin either.

 

Yu Xianqing grumbled with the system.

 

“Maybe I should just be stolen away by Ayr. Zelan’s brother-filter is thicker than lard.”

 

“No. He won’t do.”

 

“As if Zelan is so ‘capable’,” Yu Xianqing said. “I still haven’t gotten pregnant yet… wait.”

 

He suddenly asked, “What did you just say?”

 

“He won’t do.”

 

“In what way won’t he do? He’s not good ‘down there’?”

 

“…I didn’t say anything.”

 

005 seemed to realize it had revealed too much and started playing dead.

 

Having accidentally obtained key information, Yu Xianqing finally began to re-examine the relationship between Zelan and Ayr.

 

There was a very key piece of information—Zelan was a believer in the God of Children, and he himself was the messenger sent to “save” him.

 

In other words, Zelan very much needed an heir. Previously, Yu Xianqing only thought the beastmen here all had a breeding fetish, and Zelan was no exception.

 

But looking at it now, perhaps the one who needed an heir wasn’t Zelan.

 

But Ayr, who held the first rank in succession but was infertile.

 

The current Emperor only had these two sons; it was said he had injured his body in his youth, and most likely, these would be the only two sons in his life.

 

Given the Emperor’s favoritism, Ayr’s status as the crown prince was unquestionable. Since he couldn’t have his own offspring, he could only have his half-brother Zelan breed as a surrogate.

 

Just as those beastmen said, as the last human in the galaxy, Yu Xianqing’s genes were extremely “pure” and “high-quality,” naturally capable of birthing the most excellent imperial heir.

 

All doubts were instantly resolved.

 

Zelan was different from the beastmen here; he only agreed to marry for his brother’s sake. When he went back to cancel the marriage and failed, he was directly drugged and tied up by the imperial family for the wedding night.

 

Ayr left the manor not long after his visit, seemingly just taking time out of a busy schedule to visit his brother and new brother-in-law.

 

After seeing Ayr off, Zelan turned back to find Yu Xianqing staring at Ayr’s departing hovercar without blinking.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Zelan inconspicuously stepped in front of Yu Xianqing, blocking his view.

 

Yu Xianqing snapped out of it. “Your Highness, don’t you think Prince Ayr’s attitude today was a bit strange?”

 

Zelan narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Yu Xianqing. Ever since Ayr gave him the gift, this human had been absent-minded.

 

“What’s strange? I think you’re the strangest one, still looking even after the person has left.”

 

Zelan mocked him, only to find that Yu Xianqing wasn’t looking at him at all, but was instead lightly picking up the bracelet to observe it.

 

Seeing Yu Xianqing dazing over a gift from someone else, Zelan felt an inexplicable blockage in his chest. “You didn’t want it just now, but now you like it? Why don’t I catch up and ask Big Brother to stay, so he can taste your cooking too?”

 

He still held a grudge over Yu Xianqing inviting Albert to dinner. What was more irritating was that since that time, he had never again eaten food made by Yu Xianqing.

 

Yu Xianqing was looking for the mechanism on the bracelet. Hearing this, he found it a bit funny. “Why is Your Highness like a child, so possessive? But the bracelet really is beautiful.”

 

He raised a brow. “How about we don’t go through so much trouble? To show my gratitude, I’ll go back with Prince Ayr tonight, cook him a meal, and then come back. How about that?”

 

Zelan’s fur instantly stood on end.

 

“You dare!?” He grabbed both of Yu Xianqing’s hands and pinned him against the table, lowering his head and saying fiercely, “If you dare go with someone else, I’ll—”

 

“You’ll what?” Yu Xianqing looked at Zelan with a beaming smile. Seeing that hint of grievance suddenly appear in those sea-blue eyes, he found it a bit cute.

 

Teasing Zelan was indeed very interesting. The big cat who usually fought heaven and earth was now being bullied by a human, and his only method was baring his teeth at him; he couldn’t even extend his claws.

 

“You are my Princess Consort, which means you are my person. You can only listen to me and can only belong to me. Isn’t it only natural for you to follow me? If you dare to leave randomly, I’ll chop you up!”

 

“Yes, yes.” Seeing that the man was truly about to catch fire, Yu Xianqing coaxed him gently, “I’m joking. Of course I will always follow you.”

 

Yu Xianqing had no intention of arguing with Zelan; he viewed such verbal promises as lighter than anyone else.

 

He didn’t claim to be a true gentleman. Growing up with a skin that looked upright and honest, no one ever suspected that those behind-the-scenes methods or sudden cold arrows were his doing.

 

However, Yu Xianqing knew the reason he appeared like a clear breeze and bright moon, unconflicted with the world, was because there were too few things he wanted.

 

Because there was no desire, there was no need to lose composure.

 

He dismantled the monitors and trackers on the bracelet one by one, leaving only the core monitoring program.

 

He put the bracelet on and looked up to find Zelan staring at him for who knows how long.

 

“What were you doing just now?”

 

“I was observing the texture of the bracelet.” Yu Xianqing smiled. “As expected of the First Prince’s things, it’s very beautiful, without a single crack.”

 

He was very beautiful when he smiled, his eyes curving into crescents, making others feel happy too. Zelan breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to smile.

 

“Is the hairpin I gave you not beautiful?”

 

He wanted to ask this question but quickly stopped.

 

Even a fool should realize.

 

This sounded too much like vying for favor.

 

Zelan had grown up in the imperial palace. When he was seven, his mother fell ill and was locked away in that prison-like hospital, never to come out again.

 

His Father loathed him, and the palace servants feared him; only his brother was somewhat concerned about him.

 

Zelan didn’t have many things he could call his own. He was like a poor man afraid of having his treasure discovered; if he had anything good, he would carry it back to his nest in his mouth and let no one see it, as if one glance from others would make it grow wings and fly away.

 

Just like Yu Xianqing was his Princess Consort—then he was his. He could not disappear, and he could not leave.

 

“Didn’t we say tonight we’d research that… whatever position. Are we going together?”

 

Zelan’s gaze shifted, and he instinctively reached out his hand, wanting to pull Yu Xianqing.

 

“Ah.” Yu Xianqing suddenly remembered something and took a step back, not noticing he had happened to avoid him. He gave an apologetic smile. “Maybe next time. I still have things to do. I’ll take my leave for today.”

 

Zelan’s hand froze in mid-air. Slowly, he clenched his fingers tight.