The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 17

“Rest assured, General. The Little General is still staying safely in your belly.” The military doctor couldn’t help but marvel at Ye Wuyou’s freakish physical constitution. Even under such chaotic physical conditions, Ye Wuyou could still walk around freely in armor weighing dozens of pounds, and the child was perfectly fine the fetal Qi hadn’t even been disturbed. The doctor could sense the little thing’s powerful vitality through the pulse.

“Right now, every part of me hurts except for my lower abdomen. I thought he…” Ye Wuyou stopped himself, swallowing the unlucky words.

This was Ye Wuyou’s first pregnancy, and a secret one at that. Before this, he had lacked any self-awareness as a Kun-ze (Omega); after taking his medicine, he simply viewed himself as a Ze-dui (Beta). Had his heat not been imminent, Ye Wuyou wouldn’t have even considered the “scoundrel’s idea” of luring the Emperor out of the palace to “borrow” his seed.

He had been thoroughly frightened by Yang Shen’s words, thinking that in the first three months, even a casual horse ride could jolt the child away.

But last night, Ye Wuyou hadn’t just been “casually riding a horse.” He had charged deep into the enemy camp and forcibly gathered his strength to slaughter the foe, all while the heat induced by the barbarian incense had not yet ended…

“How could it not hurt? Did the General think the medicine Vice-General Yang gave you yesterday was a good thing?” During the sudden, coordinated sneak attack last night, Ye Wuyou’s Omega identity was exposed, and he was forced into a deep heat. Troop morale was already wavering; if Ye Wuyou hadn’t joined the battle last night, the army would have been without a commander and would have surely suffered a crushing defeat.

Although Ye Wuyou rarely took his own health seriously and often irritated the doctor with his antics, their General Ye had always taken warfare to heart. Even if he had to drag a weakened body to his death as a sacrifice, he would never retreat from battle because of his identity. Since Yang Shen was his vice-general, he knew Ye Wuyou’s character perfectly. In that situation, he could only give Ye Wuyou the potent, harsh medicine previously prepared by the doctor.

“Then… then… the child—” Hearing that the medicine wasn’t a good thing, Ye Wuyou surged upward, instinctively wanting to induce vomiting, but he was sternly barked back by the doctor.

“Lie down! Does the General still want the child or not?” Faced with a patient like Ye Wuyou, who habitually ignored medical advice, the doctor wished he could find some thick rope to tie him to the bed.

“…”

Ye Wuyou had never been as obedient as he was now. At the doctor’s roar, he pursed his lips, said nothing, and knit his brows as he lay quietly back on the bed.

“General, lie still.” As expected, to deal with a difficult patient, one must grasp their weakness. Having frightened Ye Wuyou, the doctor pulled out his silver needles and signaled him to relax. “Since I allowed the Vice-General to give you those pills, I am confident they won’t harm the child. You cannot take any more medicine now; I will use acupuncture to stop the pain.”

As the needles went in, Ye Wuyou felt his body go numb, gradually losing all sensation. He realized something was wrong and glared at the doctor, who pretended not to see and continued talking to himself.

“The Little General is doing fine. This child takes after you; his life is tough. If I hadn’t tricked you into coming in here, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have been willing to get a good night’s sleep. Close your eyes, General. By the time you wake up, the toxicity of the incense will have been forced out.”

Ye Wuyou reasonably suspected that this old man was using the needles to induce “partial paralysis” as a form of personal revenge! Within moments, he couldn’t even open his mouth.

After mentally cursing the doctor from top to bottom, Ye Wuyou couldn’t escape his heavy eyelids and closed them, falling into a deep sleep.

Outside the tent, the usually well-trained Ye Army spontaneously followed the General’s previous arrangements to set up sentries. While checking their equipment, they also took the time to recover their energy.

Vice-General Yang said that General Ye would soon lead them to wipe out that tribe’s home base!

Ye Wuyou dreamed again. Once more, he ran into the magnificent hall, making his way through the familiar path.

In the dream, Xiao Yun’an was napping at his desk. A tempting Green Bamboo scent wafted from the back of his neck, and Ye Wuyou involuntarily walked behind him.

He reached out.

“Minister Ye…” A sudden sleep-talked mutter from Xiao Yun’an made Ye Wuyou jerk his hand back. Despite being in a dream, his “fur” stood on end from guilt.

“Your Majesty, you’re scary even in your dreams,” Ye Wuyou murmured, dragging over a soft chair to sit beside the Emperor.

As he mumbled, the lightly sleeping Xiao Yun’an happened to open his eyes. Having just broken away from the God of Sleep, his eyes were clouded with mist. He blinked several times, frowning, before focusing his gaze on Ye Wuyou, who was leaning against the table peeking at him.

“Minister Ye?” There was a heavy trace of sleepiness in Xiao Yun’an’s voice. Ye Wuyou’s throat tightened. He reached out to support the Emperor, whose face was marked with a sleep-crease from the table.

“Your Majesty is tired. Let me support you to the bed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the empty hall distorted for no reason. In the blink of an eye, a Dragon Bed appeared.

Ye Wuyou helped Xiao Yun’an onto the bed; the Emperor was already dressed in a sleeping robe. Recalling the scene of the Dragon Bed from the previous dream, Ye Wuyou’s ears burned. He looked down and saw he was still wearing his crimson official robes; he let out a sigh of disappointment.

The clothes from the last time were hard on the eyes and the spirit, but they were actually quite good easy to take off. This set, however…

“Minister Ye left in a hurry last time. How is the war going now?” Seeing Ye Wuyou dazed by the bedside, hesitant to make the next move, the Emperor who had just been helped onto the bed suddenly became alert. He asked tentatively.

Since His Majesty had opened his “golden mouth,” Ye Wuyou understood why he was wearing official robes. It turned out that tonight, he was dreaming of being a “proper official,” here to pay respects and report on military affairs.

“Ahem… my camp was hit by a sneak attack. Over a thousand casualties. The barbarians have only retreated temporarily.” Discussing the war, Ye Wuyou lowered his eyes in guilt. This battle had been a mess.

“Are you injured?” Xiao Yun’an tossed his suspicion aside.

A pair of large hands gripped his shoulders. Ye Wuyou looked up, meeting the Emperor’s worried eyes. The Green Bamboo pheromones in the air trembled along with their master.

“…I am injured.” If it were outside the dream, Ye Wuyou wouldn’t have deigned to report such minor injuries. but in the dream, the Emperor’s worried gaze made him want to drown in it.

He was currently a “seriously injured” pregnant Omega; it was only logical and reasonable to act spoiled toward the Emperor.

The grip on his shoulders tightened. Ye Wuyou naturally collapsed into the Emperor’s embrace, feigning weakness as he whimpered: “My arm, my lower abdomen, my thigh, my lower back they are all covered in wounds from the barbarian blades. Your Majesty, it hurts!”

Xiao Yun’an: “…” Ye Mian, you sound exactly like that Flower Thief.

We’ve already dreamed our way to the Dragon Bed; why act like proper officials! Ye Wuyou hurried to pull the ties of his official robe. Leaning against Xiao Yun’an’s chest, he messed up the collar. The General refused to talk about state affairs on the Dragon Bed; his heat hadn’t even passed yet!

The official robe was pulled down, and as a breeze from nowhere blew past, Ye Wuyou realized that beneath this crimson outer robe, he was wearing absolutely! nothing! at! all!

…Is this how he was having an audience with the Sovereign?!

“Then, what does Minister Ye want Zhen to do?” Xiao Yun’an narrowed his eyes and smiled, clearly realizing Ye Wuyou hadn’t entered the dream with a “proper” mind. He leaned close to the General’s ear and spoke raspy.

Ye Wuyou’s entire body trembled.