The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 11

The golden dragon transformed into a ball of light and crashed into Ye Wuyou’s lower abdomen.

Ye Wuyou snapped awake.

Looking around, the dim light of the camp bonfire filtered into the dark tent. Ye Wuyou sat amidst bedding filled with the scent of green bamboo; there was no pond, and certainly no dragon.

Beads of sweat slid down his neck. He cradled his face, gasping for air, while his free left hand instinctively rested over his abdomen. Before long, the memories of the dream began to blur; he knit his brows, trying to remember, but could only recall the exhilarating feeling of riding a golden dragon through a sea of clouds.

The sound of boots crunching over gravel drifted in. Ye Wuyou looked toward the tent opening; sentries on patrol passed by one after another, holding torches. The firelight cast flickering shadows across his bed, which, combined with the early summer chirping of insects, left him feeling restless and irritable.

That little golden dragon in the dream was so beautiful, just like His Majesty.

I even rode a dragon… I really haven’t lost my lecherous intentions toward the Emperor.

Before dawn, Ye Wuyou grabbed a random inner robe and collapsed back into that green bamboo scent, starting to indulge in wild fantasies about (Xiao Yun’an) once again.

Unsurprisingly, he overslept again.

Having missed morning drills for two consecutive days, Ye Wuyou strolled lazily through the camp with a yawn, greeting the resting soldiers. Despite sleeping well last night, his limbs felt as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

Since he woke up so late, he rubbed his belly, feeling so hungry it almost felt like a stomachache.

With lunch approaching, Ye Wuyou threw an arm around Yang Shen’s shoulder, dragging him toward the busy stoves of the imperial chef. Ye Wuyou looked completely listless, his complexion sallow as if his life force had been drained dry.

…Kidney deficiency.

Yang Shen wasn’t a specialized physician, but he knew enough. Seeing Ye Wuyou in such a state of fatigue, he hesitated to speak.

“Yang Shen, if you have something to say, say it. Don’t look at me like that, it’s creepy…” Ye Wuyou sullenly withdrew his hand and moved a meter away.

“The General is in a military camp; your health is paramount. If the enemy takes the opportunity to raid, and you can’t even lift a blade, it would be a disaster. You should practice more… restraint.” Yang Shen spat out a string of high-brow, scholarly words.

Ye Wuyou’s scalp prickled: “Speak human!”

Yang Shen: “You have kidney deficiency.”

Ye Wuyou: “…?”

The way Ye Wuyou looked at Yang Shen became very wary. Usually, no one would sneak into his tent at night, but the camp was open in all directions… the soundproofing was indeed poor. Recalling the number of times he had dreamed of His Majesty over the past month, his expression became exceptionally colorful.

“…How much did you hear?” Even though he and Yang Shen were close, he still felt embarrassed. He bit his thumbnail and asked in a low voice.

Because it was a dream, he was exceptionally bold toward the Emperor, saying things he would never dare to say aloud. He loved seeing His Majesty flushed and helpless in his dreams. He had been biting and gnawing at Xiao Yun’an for days… if the words he said in his dreams had turned into unconscious moans

Ye Wuyou took a sharp breath.

Yang Shen remained silent, looking up and shaking his head mysteriously. Ye Wuyou took another sharp breath and belatedly clutched his aching lower back.

He gasped in horror: “…More than just you heard it?!”

No wonder the soldiers cleaning their armor earlier were looking at him strangely!

“Not quite.” Yang Shen saw that Ye Wuyou was indeed hiding something and looked up. “I was just bluffing just now.”

But hearing the truth now, Ye Wuyou didn’t believe it. He felt Yang Shen must have heard something scandalous! He darkened his face and quickened his pace, but after a few steps, he turned back and poked Yang Shen’s chest plate, threatening him raspy: “No matter what you heard, keep it in your heart and pretend you know nothing! Otherwise, when the Emperor blames us, both our heads will roll!”

Which sentence did he hear? Or did he hear everything? Aaaaah, I really want to silence Yang Shen permanently!!!

“…Since becoming your vice-general, the crime of deceiving the Emperor alone is enough to get my entire clan executed.” Yang Shen pushed him away, confused, only to see the General glaring at him with green, wolf-like eyes. “Ye Mian, why are you so nervous? What else are you hiding from the Emperor?”

Ye Wuyou gave him a look of deep resentment. Seeing no flaws in Yang Shen’s face, he scurried over to the imperial chef, snatched a big white steamed bun, and shoved it into his mouth, stuffing one for Yang Shen as well.

With red ears, he barked: “It’s my private business! As a vice-general, don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask!”

Yang Shen turned and walked away, leaving Ye Wuyou feeling completely baffled.

Feeling guilty and unsure of how much Yang Shen knew, he grabbed two more buns and caught up, grabbing Yang Shen’s armor.

“Physician Yang has a healer’s heart since you’ve seen it, help me nourish my body.” Ye Wuyou also wanted to save face; the fewer people who knew he was pining for the Emperor to the point of “kidney deficiency,” the better. Yang Shen was one of the few who knew his Kun (Omega) identity, and he trusted him with medical matters.

Ye Wuyou held out his hand, signaling his vice-general to take his pulse.

“I won’t pry into the General’s private affairs, but you should look at where we are. Ye Mian, look at yourself you’re so deficient it’s showing on your face, and you’ve missed morning drills for two days. If the enemy attacks, can you even lift a spear?” Yang Shen mistakenly thought Ye Wuyou was messing around in the camp and heavily slapped his hand away, refusing to indulge him.

First, there was a “steamed bun benefactor,” and then a “steamed bun beauty” back in the capital; now, Ye Wuyou had found someone else for amusement, brazenly indulging in debauchery in the camp to the point of neglecting drills Yang Shen naturally refused to help a “scumbag Kun” betray his heart.

Just let him be deficient until he dies!

“This is a military camp! General, end that inappropriate relationship before you come looking for me!” The difference in rank was frustrating, and Yang Shen was so angry his shoulders trembled. He snatched two buns from Ye Wuyou’s hand and stomped away.

Ye Wuyou had a penchant for those big white steamed buns.

After the imperial chef arrived, his appetite had grown even better. In just ten days, he had developed a small belly. He curled up in the green-bamboo-scented bedding, contentedly rubbing his slightly protruding lower abdomen.

After Yang Shen’s lecture, he had a sudden realization and had been “pure-hearted” for several days. His dreams had also become unexpectedly normal; only the Emperor’s inner robes remained on the bed as usual.

It was impossible to “break it off.” He had pined for the Emperor for so many years and finally got a taste; he had to eat his fill before his head was cut off.

He dreamed of “Xiao-lang” again.

This time, Ye Wuyou entered the Imperial Study. Xiao Yun’an was bent over his desk, handling memorials. As expected of His Majesty! Even in a dream, he is so diligent and focused on state affairs.

“Your Majesty works hard. Let me give you a massage.” Ye Wuyou crept behind him, his “claws” sneakily landing on Xiao Yun’an’s shoulders.

“You again!” Before his face could be seen, the flirtatious Cold Plum pheromones drifted over. Xiao Yun’an, with a dark face, picked up a bamboo scroll and threw it at him.

“…You loathe me.” Ye Wuyou squeezed out a sad tear.

Xiao Yun’an’s heart jolted, and his raised hand slowly returned to his side. What a Flower Thief, he’s already evolved to the point of manipulating the Emperor’s heart.

“What do you want to do now?” Xiao Yun’an pulled his black robe tighter.

“I just want to lean in your arms and talk.” Ye Wuyou brazenly wrapped his arms around the Emperor’s neck and collapsed onto his lap, rubbing his thin backside around to find a good position. He didn’t smell the green bamboo pheromones he wanted, so he pulled open Xiao Yun’an’s collar and said respectfully, “I’ll have to trouble Your Majesty to release a bit of scent.”

“Don’t move!” Xiao Yun’an grit his teeth and grabbed the hand tugging at his collar, giving his restless backside a slap.

“If it’s inconvenient for you, I can just bite you myself.” Not only did he not smell the scent, but he also got a slap. Ye Wuyou blinked innocently at him.

The green bamboo pheromones, carrying the weight of a Qian-jun (Alpha) suppression, flooded over Ye Wuyou. His waist immediately went soft again. Unable to straighten up, he leaned against the Emperor’s chest, using his own Cold Plum pheromones to soothe his ill-tempered Alpha.

“I was wrong, I was impolite. Please don’t be angry, Your Majesty.” He whispered and panted softly to soothe Xiao Yun’an. Under the influence of the pheromones that had already marked him, he quickly turned into a puddle of water, his eyes growing misty. Leaning in the Emperor’s arms, his entire body was written with the words: “Let Your Majesty have his way.”

“Lecher! Dissolute!” Xiao Yun’an suppressed the urge to strangle the “Flower Thief” and instead pressed against a certain part of him that shouldn’t be restless.

As the large hand landed, Ye Wuyou suddenly remembered Yang Shen’s warning. He clutched his tight lower abdomen and said nervously: “Your Majesty, Yang Shen said I have kidney deficiency. Please don’t provoke me.”

Who is provoking whom?!

And who is Yang Shen?!

No matter how many times it happened, Xiao Yun’an’s refined upbringing was still shocked by the thief who periodically barged into his dreams.

On the dragon throne before the imperial desk, their pheromones gradually merged. Ye Wuyou clung to Xiao Yun’an’s waist, refusing to leave. Xiao Yun’an, with reddened eyes, gripped the boy’s ankle and barked: “You’d better hide well. Don’t let Zhen catch you.”

“Alright then, just once.” Having smelled the green bamboo pheromones for so long, Ye Wuyou couldn’t hold back anymore. He impatiently tilted his head up to kiss the Emperor’s lips. The places where he and the Emperor were pressed together became an unbearable, chaotic mess along with their master.

The night passed peacefully. He didn’t dream of Xiao Yun’an for several more days. After being forced into a “pure” state in his dreams, Ye Wuyou remained lethargic. Since the day Yang Shen mentioned kidney deficiency, the General who used to wake up precisely at dawn now had to use immense willpower just to make it to the front of the ranks on time.

Dressed in armor, he mumbled the training slogans in a daze. When a fist of wind grazed his face, he froze on the spot, his eyes open but his consciousness already drifting toward the God of Sleep.

Yang Shen immediately sensed something was wrong. No matter how flighty Ye Wuyou was, he wouldn’t joke about war or drills. A few days ago, he thought the General’s poor complexion was due to fooling around, but if it had been like this for a week straight… Yang Shen decided he’d have to have a talk with him later.

Ye Wuyou’s staggering steps today were practically eyesores. Even the imperial chef standing at the back of the line looked more spirited than him.

“General!” Yang Shen walked over irritably, and Ye Wuyou jolted awake.

“Ah! Continue!” Ye Wuyou rubbed his eyes and let out a roar to force himself to focus.

In less than fifteen minutes, the scene repeated.

Yang Shen: “…”

Strange! Is the sun rising from the west?!