The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 22

Ye Wuyou, who had spent the entire night wandering restlessly, was pinned down inside the medical tent.

He stood before the medicine table, his face a picture of deep misery as he battled the bowl of pitch-black herbal decoction in his hand.

“If I keep drinking this for a few more days, I’m going to start smelling like medicine permanently,” Ye Wuyou muttered, pinching his nose. Despite his efforts, the medicinal fragrance in the tent rushed into his mouth and nose relentlessly.

“The residual toxins in the General’s body haven’t been cleared yet. Your Alpha isn’t by your side; if you encounter another ‘induced scent’ I don’t want to be dragged onto a horse by Vice-General Yang in two days just to fish you out of trouble.” The military doctor pulled the lingering bowl from Ye Wuyou’s hesitant hand. From the corner of his eye, he noted that Ye Wuyou’s expression was currently more bitter than the medicine itself.

“Will it affect the ‘little tag-along’?!” Having his weakness accurately grasped by the doctor, Ye Wuyou didn’t hesitate to gulp down the bitter dregs, fearing that if he waited even a moment, the child in his belly wouldn’t be able to hold on.

Doctor: “The General’s phrase ‘little tag-along’ probably causes more harm than the medicine.”

“Tsk.” Ye Wuyou guiltily rubbed his lower abdomen.

“Tell me, if you poisoned me until I lost my sense of smell entirely, would that induced incense be ineffective?” With his mouth feeling horribly bitter, Ye Wuyou sneakily snatched a piece of candied fruit from among the jars and popped it into his mouth with lightning speed. Seeing that the doctor didn’t scold him, he happily rolled a sour fruit from his sleeve and held it between two fingers. The sour fruit flipped nimbly across his distinct knuckles, silently rubbing off the honey residue.

“Actually, you don’t need poison.” Having finally destroyed the evidence of the stabilizing detox dregs, the doctor’s lips curled into a slight smile. When he looked at Ye Wuyou again, he held several silver needles.

In the next second, the needles appeared on Ye Wuyou’s body.

Ye Wuyou, who was still playing with the sour fruit, didn’t even have time to react. He froze in place, eyes wide. He tossed the fruit into his mouth and edged closer to the doctor, pointing at the needles in disbelief. “I can’t taste anything!”

The doctor held a medicine bottle under Ye Wuyou’s nose. Ye Wuyou’s eyes grew even rounder.

“I can’t smell it either! Wait… why is my head spinning…” Ye Wuyou reached up to steady his forehead, staggering back several steps. He used the nearby cabinet to steady himself and gathered his internal strength to suppress the rising dizziness. His hand trembled as he pointed at the culprit. “You’ve broken your General!”

“If the General wants to experience a life without taste or smell, poison isn’t necessary. However, things like induced incense much like the drug I just let the General smell don’t stop working just because you can’t scent them.” The doctor approached and, under Ye Wuyou’s wary gaze, removed all the silver needles.

As soon as the needles were removed, a wave of sourness flooded Ye Wuyou’s mouth, so intense he clutched his teeth.

“Audacious! You actually tried to poison this General!” Ye Wuyou tried to regain some face by mimicking Xiao Yun’an’s commanding tone, but the doctor merely played with the needles and said nothing.

Ye Wuyou stared fixedly at the gleaming tips, holding his hands defensively before his chest. A chill suddenly ran up his spine, but then a clever idea popped into his brain. He promptly raised his hands in surrender, gracefully admitting defeat.

Ye Wuyou edged toward the doctor with a cheeky grin. “That way you just used the needles teach this General. Next time I find a few Alphas, I’ll needle them for fun.”

“The effect of pheromones and induced scents is the same; they work even if you can’t smell them.” The doctor didn’t want to understand the implication so quickly, but having been tortured by Ye Wuyou for years, his brain was often forced onto the same frequency.

“Even better!” Ye Wuyou’s eyes lit up again.

The doctor’s face returned to its usual stoic expression. He was truly curious, and he questioned Ye Wuyou with a touch of gossip: “The General doesn’t have some deep, blood-feud with that ‘Steamed Bun Alpha,’ does he?”

Had he been misled? Was Ye Wuyou’s encounter at the brothel actually a case of being ‘forced’ by the Steamed Bun Alpha… He quickly shut those thoughts down; such details weren’t allowed by the censors.

“…No blood-feud, but perhaps a bit of ‘repaying kindness with enmity.'” Thinking of how Xiao Yun’an looked when he was angry enough to cough blood, Ye Wuyou rubbed his fingers together excitedly. “I just want him to mistakenly think that just seeing this General will make him go into heat…”

Hearing this, the doctor coughed heavily twice.

Ye Wuyou’s identity as an Omega was truly far too deceptive.

The morning breeze lifted the tent flap, sending a few rays of light into the camp. A sachet filled with herbs dropped precisely into Ye Wuyou’s lap. The doctor brought out the armor that had been temporarily confiscated and, looking at the General’s slightly showing abdomen, handed him another medicine bottle with a worried reminder.

“You are about to go deep into enemy territory. General, be careful in all things.”

Ye Wuyou shrugged casually. “This General can show extra mercy and grant the doctor permission to accompany me.”

Once again, Ye Wuyou was exasperatedly kicked out of the tent by the doctor.

Daylight broke.

Ye Wuyou, clad in battle armor and radiating a faint medicinal scent, directed the logistics team to unload the grain that had just returned to camp. In front of everyone, he pierced the top bag; white grain immediately spilled across the ground.

Seeing the food enter the camp, the surrounding soldiers were at ease. After checking the supplies, Ye Wuyou ordered the stolen grain to be piled in the destroyed East Camp.

“General, the East Camp was burned…” someone in the crowd spoke up.

“It’s precisely because it was burned that the new grain will be safe there.” No one would be stupid enough to put grain in the same spot twice and wait for it to be burned again. Therefore, the ruins of the East Camp were currently the safest place to store supplies.

The light cavalry who had gone to steal the grain from the barbarians slowly returned, but Yang Shen was nowhere to be seen.

Ye Wuyou’s face darkened. He lost interest in the remaining grain bags and walked to the camp entrance to look out.

“General! We are useless; we dragged Vice-General Yang down until he was captured…” The last few horses didn’t return to camp until noon. Several of the horses only carried a single bag of grain, and Ye Wuyou could smell the heavy scent of blood on his subordinates.

“It’s enough that you brought the food back. Go to the doctor for medicine first; we’ll discuss the rest later.” Ye Wuyou steadied the kneeling young officer at the front, a flash of ferocity passing through his eyes.

He summoned the men into the commander’s tent for questioning.

“When we finished loading the grain, the sky was already turning pale. The enemy discovered us, and the Vice-General stayed behind to cover our retreat…” The young soldier began to sob. “Then thick smoke suddenly rose behind us. After the barbarians captured the Vice-General, they shot several fire arrows at us!”

“Some of the grain bags were hit, so we had to abandon them. General! We failed in our duty; we are willing to accept punishment!”

Ye Wuyou felt a massive headache coming on as he looked at the soldiers kneeling across the floor. The smell of blood filled the tent; he raised his hand from his abdomen to cover his nose, swallowing another wave of nausea.

“Yang Shen told you to say that, didn’t he?” Ye Wuyou said flatly.

The expressions of the men changed instantly.