The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 14

Inside the medical tent, Ye Wuyou huddled in a chair like a clay doll, rocking back and forth. His index fingers curled nervously around the hem of his robe as he decisively pushed back the mysterious pill the military doctor had offered.

“I don’t want it.” The abortion pills formulated by the doctor sat on the table; Ye Wuyou felt that even looking at them would damage his mental and physical health.

“Does the General not want to think it over more?” The doctor didn’t even look up, reciting his lines like a programmed machine.

“Normally, I wouldn’t even have the heart to step on an ant, let alone a little fellow growing in my own belly. A healer has a benevolent heart surely you understand me!” Ye Wuyou’s pretty words flowed effortlessly, and he uttered such blatant lies with absolute shamelessness.

The doctor’s composed facade shattered. He had still underestimated the thickness of Ye Wuyou’s skin. How could this “Asura General,” who could slaughter tens of thousands of Northern Barbarians without blinking, act like a saint in his tent?

The doctor’s face twitched slightly as he pushed the pill back again. “General…”

“Last night in my dream, he held me and cried all night. The little fellow was like a little flour bun. Doctor, how could you have the heart to let me end my lineage?” Before the doctor could finish, Ye Wuyou spoke with a sorrowful expression, directly interrupting the doctor’s “spellcasting.”

As Ye Wuyou prattled on, the doctor felt the weight of his own “sins” growing heavier. Finally, he picked up a pulse pillow and slammed it onto the table, forcing Ye Wuyou to shut up.

“Enough!” the doctor barked. “If the General wants to keep it, then keep it. I am a doctor; I cannot force you to abort.”

Ye Wuyou glanced sideways at the pill on the table, his chin tilting up arrogantly, saying everything without a word.

“These aren’t abortion pills. Vice-General Yang had me make them to nourish your body tonifying Yin and Yang, specifically to treat your physical deficiency.” The doctor, unable to take anymore, threw Yang Shen under the bus to divert Ye Wuyou’s fire.

“Will eating them hurt him?” Ye Wuyou clutched his abdomen, suspicious. If Yang Shen suggested them, he definitely shouldn’t eat them; that vice-general’s threats from yesterday had given him nightmares all night.

“Exclusively for pregnant men,” the doctor said succinctly, refusing to utter a single extra word.

Ye Wuyou immediately beamed, praising the doctor’s “miraculous touch” as if he were a different person. He snatched the pills and popped them into his mouth while the doctor expressionlessly handed him water.

“I will open another prescription for prenatal care. Come to my tent every evening at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) to take it. The war is about to begin; I will do my best to ensure the General isn’t distracted by the child.”

It’s truly difficult for this child, being conceived in General Ye’s belly at a time like this.

“I knew you would help me!” Ye Wuyou went around the low table and, just as he had at seventeen, gave the doctor a sudden, excited bear hug. The doctor was nearly squeezed to death by the General’s unrestrained strength.

In the dead of night, Yang Shen sneakily slipped into Ye Wuyou’s commander’s tent, only to be met with a room full of medicinal fragrance that made him sneeze repeatedly.

“…You’re really making sure everyone knows Ye勉 (Ye Mian) is pregnant,” Yang Shen complained, still playing his part.

Ye Wuyou beckoned him over. “Enough of that. We only need to pretend to be at odds during the day. Now, tell me about the current situation with the Northern Barbarians.”

Yang Shen’s expression turned serious. “Moise’s military strength on the grasslands exceeds that of Luren, but his prestige is slightly lacking. Under Luren’s instigation, the barbarians are increasingly dissatisfied with Moise’s submission to the Great Jing. Many tribes that previously stayed out of the war are preparing to join Luren and fight us properly. They intend to ‘reverse’ the autumn tribute.”

Ye Wuyou sneered. “Quite ambitious.”

“The latest word from the hidden scouts says Luren has discovered your ‘fatal weakness.’ Be careful lately.”

“How come I didn’t know I had a fatal weakness?” Ye Wuyou leaned back casually, showing no signs of being a newly pregnant man.

“General, in your current state, where isn’t there a flaw?” Yang Shen was so worried his face was sallow; he looked more haggard than Ye Wuyou. His gaze landed on the General’s still-flat abdomen. “From now on, have the chef His Majesty sent personally handle your meals. I suspect your identity as a Kun (Omega) might have been exposed.”

Ye Wuyou’s eyes darkened, but the smile on his face didn’t fade. “Yang Shen, you’re being so naggy. Do you want to be my child’s godfather?”

Yang Shen: “…” Not really, thanks.

Ye Wuyou dreamed again. This time, it wasn’t the Imperial Palace; he was in his own camp. In the quiet night, there were no early summer insects chirping. Instead, there were the howls of wild beasts—including the wolf howls Ye Wuyou feared most.

His legs felt heavy as lead. He sat by the bonfire, clutching his longbow. I shouldn’t have seen Yang Shen before bed. That ‘wolf-child’ brought the pack into my dreams.

A whiff of Green Bamboo scent drifted past. Ye Wuyou whirled around.

Xiao Yun’an stood behind him in full military regalia, his face expressionless. Ye Wuyou was stunned; he had never seen His Majesty in battle armor.

Without hesitation, Ye Wuyou dropped his bow, abandoned the fire, and lunged forward to press against Xiao Yun’an’s cool armor.

“Your Majesty! You haven’t come in so long.” After saying it, Ye Wuyou felt silly. How could he scold a phantom in a dream?

“…Zhen has been busy with state affairs.” The Cold Plum pheromones hit Xiao Yun’an’s face before Ye Wuyou did. The Emperor didn’t know why he felt the need to explain himself to a “Flower Thief,” perhaps simply because this face belonged to Ye Wuyou, making it impossible to refuse.

“True. Last time I saw you, you were handling memorials in the study.” Ye Wuyou let go and sat back by the fire, patting the stone beside him to invite the Emperor. “There are wolves. It’s safer by the fire.”

As the howls rang out again, Xiao Yun’an sat beside him. He removed his cold armor and pulled the pale, shivering Ye Wuyou into his arms.

“Is Your Majesty secretly laughing at me?” Shivering or not, Ye Wuyou’s movements into the Emperor’s embrace were seamless. He tried his best to shrink into a “soft, delicate bundle,” but despite his efforts, he was no weak Kun raised in a boudoir. Having spent years at the border, he wasn’t much shorter than Xiao Yun’an, and his muscles were firm everywhere except for his waist and backside.

“Has Minister Ye not crawled into Zhen’s arms enough times?” Ye Wuyou had been like this since childhood; on the surface, he feared nothing, but the moment he heard a dog bark or a wolf howl, all etiquette was forgotten.

“Zhen can’t breathe.” Ye Wuyou truly had the strength of a brute.

Ye Wuyou picked up a piece of the armor from the ground and pressed his burning face against it to cool down. But before long, Xiao Yun’an ruthlessly snatched it away, exposing the General’s flushed state.

Xiao Yun’an felt his throat go dry. “Zhen only gave a small laugh. Why does Minister Ye want to commit regicide?”

“My crime deserves death.” Ye Wuyou was about to argue, but a sudden pain in his abdomen stopped him. The “little fellow’s” reminder made the “dragon-seed thief” feel guilty; he knelt at Xiao Yun’an’s feet, making the Emperor’s temple throb.

What a Ye Wuyou. He’s evolved again.

Xiao Yun’an had to personally help him up. Ye Wuyou, acting bone-less, collapsed into his arms and sat precisely on the Emperor’s lap.

Xiao Yun’an let out a muffled groan and lowered his gaze. Ye Wuyou shamelessly shifted his position; the heat beneath him grew more intense. He heard the bonfire crackling behind him, and looking up, he met the Emperor’s fox-like eyes that seemed to see through everything.

“I have been audacious. Please punish me, Your Majesty.” Having said this, a secret thrill rose in Ye Wuyou’s heart. He reached for Xiao Yun’an’s thinned lips, but the Emperor took control first. The Green Bamboo pheromones proactively trapped Ye Wuyou.

Xiao Yun’an: “Very well. How does Minister Ye wish to be punished?”

“I want…” Ye Wuyou was nearly breathless under the rich bamboo scent. His body and pheromones were completely suppressed by the Emperor’s indisputable power. For the first time in a dream, he was controlled so thoroughly he couldn’t release a trace of Cold Plum scent.

A Qian-jun (Alpha) was indeed terrifying, especially one who had already marked him.

The grassland sky was brilliant, every star looking close enough to touch. Ye Wuyou’s eyes were misty; the flickering flames of the bonfire nearly licked the loose hair behind him. He felt as though he were drowning in Xiao Yun’an’s breath.

Suddenly, a loud horn sounded!

Ye Wuyou snapped out of it. The dream was quiet, save for the Emperor’s heavy breathing against his neck and… the sound of water lapping against the distant shore.

The ripples grew larger, and the horn grew louder. Along with the sound, Ye Wuyou smelled a nauseating poisonous incense that overpowered the rich bamboo scent of the dream.

“The enemy is attacking! I crave Your Majesty’s forgiveness!” Ye Wuyou struggled to gather his strength, decisively pulling his limp body away from Xiao Yun’an’s control.

Before the Emperor could react, the sobbing Ye Wuyou wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up to leave. Xiao Yun’an was left alone by the extinguished fire. It took a long time for him to break out of the dream.

The enemy…?

Xiao Yun’an sat up in his bed, his face darkened with worry. His dream was wrong. Ever since Ye Wuyou’s face stopped being a blurry “Flower Thief,” he had sensed these dreams were different. Tonight, Ye (Ye Mian) had actually left him mid-dream to deal with an enemy attack.

Absurd!

The dream shattered instantly. Ye Wuyou woke in his tent to find an assassin’s blade already at his neck. His eyes went cold. Gathering his inner strength, he surged upward, knocking away the weapon while simultaneously snapping the barbarian’s neck with his other hand.

A strange incense was burning in the room. Ye Wuyou’s legs felt weak, and cold sweat poured down his back. He staggered over to the desk and poured water into the incense burner.

Hot. So hot.

He gulped down the remaining cold tea and bit his lower lip to stay conscious, grabbing his red-tasseled spear. Outside, the horns continued. He tried to reach for his armor, but having inhaled too much of the strange scent, his vision went black, and he collapsed by the bed.

His lower abdomen tightened rhythmically, and the gland on the back of his neck began to burn.

Ye Wuyou’s intuition told him this was bad. He tried to cover his gland, but it was no use. The Cold Plum pheromones that had been suppressed for over a month surged out from the gland. Originally, the scent should have been blended with Green Bamboo, but now it was pure Cold Plum.

The scent exploded, so intense Ye Wuyou couldn’t control it. He instinctively searched for the pills to suppress his pheromones, but he found nothing in his thin inner robes. His muddled brain remembered: after learning there would be no heat during pregnancy, he had given all those body-damaging pills to Yang Shen…

The child… the child!

Fortunately, though it was wet between his legs, it wasn’t blood. Ye Wuyou let out a huge sigh of relief. He had bitten through his tongue, using the pain to keep his mind clear.

Damn it… what kind of drug did the barbarians use on him! Not only did they trigger his heat, but they’re trying to strip away His Majesty’s marking!