The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 64.1

When Cang Lan Heard the News of Yu Xuanji’s Pregnancy…

The moment the news of Yu Xuanji’s pregnancy reached Cang Lan’s ears, her first instinct was to broadcast it to every great demon across the entire Desolate Wilderness: her, the Black Dragon King, was going to have a hatchling! She and her lady had finally achieved the ultimate fruition of their love—the crystallization of their affection.

Witnessing Cang Lan’s excitement, which nearly had her leaping for joy, her two dragon horns suddenly sprouted from her temples. She came perilously close to reverting to her original dragon form right in front of Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji felt helpless yet found Cang Lan incredibly adorable. Stepping to her side, she said softly, “A-Lan, I still feel this matter shouldn’t be publicized. It is merely a pregnancy, after all.”

“What do you mean, ‘merely a pregnancy’?” Cang Lan huffed, wanting nothing more than to scoop Yu Xuanji up by the waist, coil around her, and soar into the sky to announce the joyous news from every mountaintop. She wanted the whole Desolate Wilderness to know of this unprecedented occasion.

Yu Xuanji explained, “Actually, the fetal state isn’t very stable yet. I don’t even know what exactly I’m carrying. A-Lan, can you try to feel its presence?”

Cang Lan knelt on one knee. Pressing her lips against Yu Xuanji’s lower abdomen through her clothes, she took the opportunity to steal a few kisses before being caught. With an embarrassed laugh, she rubbed her nose and pressed her ear against Yu Xuanji’s belly, listening with rapt attention. After a while, she said, “My lady, I don’t seem to hear anything. Let me try to feel it.”

Cang Lan pressed her palm against Yu Xuanji’s abdomen. While listening intently, she used her spiritual power to probe the movements of the fetus. After a moment, she shook her head. “Still nothing. I can’t even detect its presence with my spiritual power. My lady, what is going on?”

Yu Xuanji pondered for a moment and guessed, “Do you think I might be carrying an egg?”

Cang Lan froze. Tapping her temple and using her “Fiery Golden Eyes” to investigate, she cried out in surprise, “My lady! It really is an egg! It’s only about the size of my pinky tip!”

Standing up, Cang Lan held up her little finger and pointed to the top joint. “Look, my lady, it’s only this big. No wonder I couldn’t detect anything.”

An Zhi and Ting Lan happened to be walking outside the cave and saw the two under the Bodhi tree. One was kneeling while the other sat on a stool; Cang Lan’s head was buried between Yu Xuanji’s legs, doing who-knows-what.

Ting Lan quickly covered her eyes. “See no evil! See no evil!”

An Zhi peered curiously, nearly dropping the emerald bracelet worth hundreds of millions in her hand. She covered her eyes and sprinted back into the cave, wailing, “My eyes! I can’t keep these eyes anymore! Why are those two so indiscreet in broad daylight? Is it that hard to hold back?”

Hearing this, Huang Liu and the other great demons poked their heads out. Three demons stacked like a human pyramid peered out of the cave entrance. Huang Liu squinted, using his “Wind-Ear” and “Far-Sight” abilities, and clicked his tongue in wonder. “The King and the Lady are truly inseparable. Yesterday I saw the King sleeping in the cold pool and thought they’d quarreled. Turns out it was just a little ‘romantic flavor’.”

The Grey Wolf Demon said longingly, “When will I get a wife? If she could be as gentle as the Lady, what more could I ask for?”

The Iron-Eating Beast (Panda Demon), chewing on a carrot, asked curiously, “What are the King and Lady doing being so lovey-dovey under the tree?”

Huang Liu smirked. “You uncultured bumpkin. I learned a few idioms from An Zhi. This is called ‘wanton lewdness in broad daylight’.”

The Iron-Eating Beast nodded. “Oh, so that’s what it means. The King is mighty, the King is dominant! Long live the Desolate Tyrant!”

An Zhi and Ting Lan exchanged glances, rubbed their temples, and shook their heads as they returned to their room. An Zhi muttered, “Do they even know what ‘wanton lewdness’ means?”

Ting Lan thought for a moment. “They probably do, but monsters are different from humans. To them, it’s likely a compliment.”

Inside their room, which had bunk beds—An Zhi on the bottom, Ting Lan on the top—the Ginseng Baby was sleeping soundly in a small corner, undisturbed by even a crack of thunder.

An Zhi took out the items Bai Lin had entrusted to them. “We can’t get out of here. Director Bai said to bring the Mistress back to the human world, but how can we possibly break the seal of the Desolate Wilderness?”

Ting Lan agreed. “The Mistress has the power, but I don’t think she wants to leave. Cang Lan is here, and the Mistress said wherever Cang Lan is, she will be.”

An Zhi hatched a plan. “What if we talk to Cang Lan? There’s nothing fun in this wasteland. Wouldn’t she rather see the great rivers and mountains outside? Isn’t she tired of sand in her face every day?”

The two began plotting. Soon, Ting Lan remembered something more urgent. “Yu Linlang is the Mistress’s mortal enemy. For years, the Mistress didn’t kill her, letting her suffer until she withered away. She must hate the Mistress to death.”

An Zhi scoffed. “The Mistress should be the one who hates her. For her own selfish desires, she actually killed—”

Ting Lan covered An Zhi’s mouth and shook her head. “Did you forget what the Mistress told us? You mustn’t say those words aloud, especially not where Cang Lan can hear.”

An Zhi rolled on the floor in frustration, her heart bursting with secrets she couldn’t share. “I don’t understand why the Mistress won’t let us speak. What is she hiding?”

Ting Lan shook her head. “I think you’re the one who needs amnesia. Fine, stop talking. Let’s just re-watch Empresses in the Palace from the beginning. There’s no internet in this wilderness. When will the Dragon King actually provide some welfare for her subjects?”

An Zhi pulled a new power bank from her bag, tossing the dozen spent ones aside. “Not many left. I only brought twenty. Once they’re gone, we’ll be cosplaying as cavemen.”

Sighing, An Zhi added, “Why can’t humans invent solar-powered phones? Sunbathe while playing, then charge all day to play all night. It would be perfect.”

“Stop dreaming,” Ting Lan said. “Conserve the battery. Let’s hope it lasts until we return to the human world.”

Outside, the weather was beautiful. Under the Bodhi tree, Cang Lan sat on a hard stone bench with Yu Xuanji perched sideways on her lap. Yu Xuanji tried to get down, but Cang Lan held her tight. “Stay on my lap, my lady. My lap is soft and warm. That cold bench isn’t good for your body.”

Yu Xuanji had no choice but to wrap her arms around Cang Lan’s neck. She smiled. “I’m pregnant, not terminally ill.”

“Bite your tongue! Say it quickly!” Cang Lan stared into her eyes seriously. “You told me to avoid unlucky words. Why are you saying them yourself today?”

Yu Xuanji chuckled. “Fine, fine. Pah, pah, pah. I won’t say such depressing things again.”

Cang Lan’s palm rested gently on Yu Xuanji’s belly. A smile curled on her lips. “Even if this egg is small, you must care for it. I will use my spiritual power to protect it. No one is allowed to covet it.”

Yu Xuanji nodded. “The news of my pregnancy should stay within our trusted circle. There’s no need to broadcast it. It’s better that way.”

Cang Lan said firmly, “Don’t worry, my lady! I definitely won’t tell anyone!”

Reassured by Cang Lan’s repeated promises, Yu Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief and ruffled the dragon’s hair. “Good. A-Lan is the best.”

That very afternoon, news of the Dragon King’s wife being pregnant spread throughout the Desolate Wilderness. Countless demons hurried to spread the word.

Demon A: “Did you hear? The Dragon King’s wife is pregnant.” Monster B: “Really? Does that mean I have no chance? I’d be willing to be the King’s concubine!”

Then, as rumors do, it evolved:

Demon C: “I heard the Lady gave the King a whole nest of dragon hatchlings.”

Demon D: “They say a dragon has nine sons, so it must be nine eggs! The King is truly blessed.”

The dragon egg had just been conceived—its color wasn’t even known—yet in the mouths of the demons, it had already hatched, multiplied into a nest, and been given a specific headcount.

Cang Lan stood with her hands behind her back in the grand hall of the Dragon Palace, looking down at her three subordinates. She asked coldly, “Which one of you spread the news?”

Huang Liu shook his head, claiming he’d stayed in the Dragon Pool all day.

The Grey Wolf Demon glanced guiltily at the Iron-Eating Beast and stammered, “My King… actually… we were discussing it outside and a flock of crows overheard. We tried to chase them away, but they flew off and started talking nonsense. That’s how it became… this.”

Yu Xuanji had been tucked into bed by Cang Lan. Though she felt fine, Cang Lan insisted she lie down, citing something about “disturbing the fetal breath”—phrases she’d likely picked up from eavesdropping on An Zhi and Ting Lan watching dramas.

Lifting the priceless shark-silk quilt, Yu Xuanji’s feet touched the white jade floor. The stone walls were inlaid with natural night-pearls. She remembered when she first arrived; this was just a bare cave. To make her comfortable, Cang Lan had gathered the finest craftsmen in the wilderness to transform the Dragon Pool into a magnificent palace.