The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 25

As they say, the wheel of karma turns. Ye Wuyou covered his nose and mouth, his fingertips resting over his eyelids in a futile attempt to block half his vision.

Last time, he had been the one to dream of that ridiculous “empty-bottomed official robe” audience; this time, it was Xiao Yun’an’s turn to be the one wearing nothing in the dream.

Ah… I’ve truly become a rogue.

Ye Wuyou selectively ignored his own attire or rather, he had no time to worry about whether he was clothed or not. The General’s star-like eyes were fixed straight on Xiao Yun’an. Reason, morality, and upbringing were all urging him to look away, but in the end, his lustful heart overruled everything.

The Emperor, with his eyes closed and brows slightly knit, is truly so good-looking…

Ye Wuyou searched through the limited vocabulary in his mind and barely managed to find the words “exquisite features, a most handsome countenance.” Since the Emperor ascended the throne, Ye Wuyou hadn’t dared to stare at him like this.

By all rights, a beauty as handsome as His Majesty should adopt the posture of a “willow in the wind,” paired with a slender frame, so he would fall softly into one’s arms at the slightest breeze, then cover his face in shyness and call out “Minister Ye” in a delicate voice.

His Majesty didn’t cover his face, but Ye Wuyou did. He was completely immersed in his own fantasy, having mentally “dishonored” the beautiful Emperor from top to bottom before finally opening his eyes with a reluctant sigh. Facing Xiao Yun’an again, he let out a tragic, indignant breath.

Unfortunately, the Emperor’s soft beauty only existed in Ye Wuyou’s imagination. Once Xiao Yun’an opened his eyes, that beautiful face was filled with a heroic aura. Despite having fox-like eyes, looking at them for too long didn’t steal one’s soul it only made one feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The Imperial family, hmph, heartless!

Ye Wuyou gave a small snort, yet his gaze honestly returned to Xiao Yun’an’s body.

He drifted his eyes to the Emperor’s long, fair neck; the frame supporting it was well-proportioned and upright. Every inch of muscle line seemed meticulously carved. On that lean, powerful waist, eight-pack abs were clearly defined. The “waist power” of the Emperor in the dream… was actually three points better than his own, and he was a general who lived in the saddle.

Ye Wuyou tightened his thighs, swallowed hard, and let his gaze drift further down…

But the water turned cloudy, like a pool of milk.

This water is no good!

Unable to see the “essence,” Ye Wuyou was groundlessly enraged.

Though half was missing, the impact of Xiao Yun’an’s half-naked body was still immense. With a parched throat, Ye Wuyou splashed the milk bath twice. Holding onto the last shred of loyalty as a subject, he conjured an outer robe for the Emperor in the dream.

The robe was translucent, with a gauze-like texture. In his mind, it should have covered everything it needed to cover. However, Ye Wuyou overlooked the fact that they were soaking in a spring once the fabric hit the water, it clung entirely to Xiao Yun’an’s skin. The sheer fabric made the scene even more scandalous.

Ye Wuyou’s breathing grew heavy. He involuntarily reached out toward Xiao Yun’an.

He just wanted to help the Emperor smooth out his robe… nothing else.

Ye Wuyou believed he wasn’t so shameless as to move against a sleeping Emperor; even if he dreamed of it, it should be an “accident.”

Approaching stealthily, Ye Wuyou heard Xiao Yun’an’s breathing. The rising steam in the pool shrouded his fingertips, adding a sense of haze to the erotic scene.

Just helping him pull up his clothes… Ye Wuyou, why is your face so red!

Ye Wuyou despised himself with genuine emotion, yet his hand refused to pull back.

In the end, Ye Wuyou didn’t touch the fabric; his fingertips touched another piece of softness.

Xiao Yun’an, who should have been sleeping peacefully, suddenly opened his eyes and bit down on Ye Wuyou’s fingertip.

“Your… Your Majesty! You’re alive!” Meeting those fox eyes, Ye Wuyou’s heart skipped several beats. He tried to pull his hand back, but Xiao Yun’an was like a predator that had caught its prey, his teeth clamped tight on the finger.

Ye Wuyou couldn’t find his strength. His half-kneeling leg slipped, and he fell entirely into Xiao Yun’an’s embrace. Dizzily, Ye Wuyou instinctively protected his lower abdomen, his shoulder slamming into Xiao Yun’an with a muffled groan.

A White Jade Hot Spring; a Mandarin Duck Bath.

“Minister Ye, you truly are…” Xiao Yun’an narrowed his eyes after taking in the surroundings. “So very bold.”

When Xiao Yun’an first entered the dream, he was dazed for a long time. The Emperor, who had stayed awake for three days using “Refreshing Incense,” had finally fallen asleep after burning a large piece of “Calming Incense” tonight. Perhaps the incense was too strong, as he felt drowsy even in the dream.

Upon opening his eyes, he actually saw the Great General he had been worrying about for half a month… well, just… a bit uninhibited. If Xiao Yun’an remembered correctly, he had been napping by the palace bath, but he woke up in a white jade pool in the wilderness… and it was a milk bath with a Ye Wuyou added to the mix.

It was obvious who was responsible for this outdoor hot spring bath.

Xiao Yun’an couldn’t bring himself to push away the Ye Wuyou who had thrown himself into his arms. He was only wearing a gauze robe; half of it was soaked by the spring water and clung to his legs uncomfortably.

Ye Wuyou was even more unrestrained, wearing nothing at all. His face was flushed crimson, and his lower half was hidden by the milky spring water, leaving only a glimpse of his slender waist as he leaned against Xiao Yun’an.

In tonight’s dream… have we even skipped the step of undressing? This spring dream is a bit too thoughtful.

“Your clothes are wet… let me help you lift them.” Ye Wuyou’s face turned scarlet from guilt. He didn’t even know why he felt guilty; he clearly hadn’t “done” anything to Xiao Yun’an yet.

Wait, I haven’t done anything yet! Why am I guilty?!

But the posture as he leaned against Xiao Yun’an remained incredibly ambiguous. The steam from the pool was practically hitting his face, and Ye Wuyou’s heart beat so fast that the Cold Plum pheromones leaking from his neck seemed to want to swallow Xiao Yun’an whole.

“No matter. Let’s change them then,” Xiao Yun’an said raspy.

With another spin of the world, both were now wearing bathrobes. The White Jade Hot Spring had somehow moved several meters away. Ye Wuyou was still held in Xiao Yun’an’s embrace, but his clothes were now tidy, and Xiao Yun’an was sitting on a Dragon Chair that had appeared out of nowhere.

The erotic atmosphere vanished instantly. Ye Wuyou’s face fell, and he indignantly pressed his face against Xiao Yun’an’s neck.

No ‘eating’ in today’s dream? Since we’re here, at least let me ‘prostitute’ a sniff of pheromones for the little tag-along in my belly!

The moment the thought appeared, the entire dream shook with excitement. But just as he was a step away from the gland, Xiao Yun’an’s slightly choked voice made Ye Wuyou temporarily set aside his lust.

“Wuyou, you actually dared to hide from Zhen. Not a single message, making Zhen worry for your heart and liver for half a month.” Xiao Yun’an was so angry his eyes were slightly red. He held Ye Wuyou, checking him from top to bottom for any obvious injuries. Only after finding none did he finally let his heart settle back into his stomach.

That “Wuyou” made half of Ye Wuyou’s body go numb; his brain couldn’t quite keep up. He looked up from Xiao Yun’an’s embrace in disbelief, confirming the face of the man beneath him three times.

“Your Majesty, how can you call me that…” In the army, they mostly used titles; after returning to the capital, no one called him by his courtesy name. To be called that by Xiao Yun’an so tenderly made Ye Wuyou’s heart itch, as if a small insect were crawling on it. He tried to soften his body back onto Xiao Yun’an, whispering, “This is a dream, you know. I won’t be able to resist deceiving the Sovereign.”

“Has Minister Ye deceived the Sovereign any less lately?” Not getting the reaction he wanted, Xiao Yun’an expressionlessly switched back to the formal title.

Ye Wuyou tried to coax the “True Dragon”: “It’s not that I didn’t think of Your Majesty, it’s just that military affairs were busy…”

“Minister Ye is very skilled at making excuses.” Xiao Yun’an’s eye twitched; he felt those words were very familiar.

Since Luren’s attack, Ye Wuyou had been busy suppressing the news of his gender while dealing with the enemy’s constant threats. He hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep in half a month either.

The only inner robe he had with the Green Bamboo scent was destroyed half a month ago. If His Majesty hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have remembered that he hadn’t smelled the Emperor’s bamboo scent for so long.

No wonder my fetal Qi was unstable just from riding a horse. Ye Wuyou fearfully placed his hand back on his belly.

Fortunately, he was very good at dreaming. Based on previous experience, as long as he rubbed against His Majesty’s bamboo scent in the dream today, he and the “little tag-along” would be fine for a good while.

Though he hadn’t smelled the bamboo scent yet, the Emperor in the dream was actually acting jealous of his military affairs.

Ye Wuyou contentedly draped his whole self over Xiao Yun’an, reaching up to wrap his arms around the Emperor’s neck. He deliberately pulled open the collar of his bathrobe, revealing a small, reddened mole on his neck that had flared up because of his desire.

“Your Majesty, were you just asking for favor?” Ye Wuyou said with a smile, taking the initiative to hook his leg around the Emperor’s narrow waist.

Xiao Yun’an was dazed for a moment; he saw the shadow of the “Flower Thief” in Ye Wuyou again.

“It’s not without reason that Minister Ye was framed as a Flower Thief. You truly have the style of one.”

The words “Flower Thief” made Ye Wuyou’s heart skip.

“Shouldn’t the one ‘plucking flowers’ be Your Majesty?” Ye Wuyou had the self-awareness of an Omega. He was a bit rough, but if he twisted a bit, perhaps he could be a “charred flower” crispy on the outside, tender on the inside.

At the same time, the stolen jade pendant and the chaotic situation in the North filled Xiao Yun’an’s mind again. Although he knew Ye Wuyou was safe through the shared dream, seeing the General’s complete lack of a sense of crisis thinking only of “seducing the superior” Xiao Yun’an felt a surge of disappointment in him.

Xiao Yun’an indignantly leaned down and bit Ye Wuyou’s lips, which loved to talk nonsense, with a hint of punishment.

But to Ye Wuyou—

This was a kiss initiated by the Emperor…

Finally getting a “taste of sweetness,” Ye Wuyou was overjoyed. His hand on Xiao Yun’an’s neck quietly moved toward the gland. This time, Ye Wuyou didn’t release a large amount of Cold Plum pheromones as bait; he directly pressed his palm onto Xiao Yun’an’s gland.

Xiao Yun’an’s breathing hitched. He pulled away from Ye Wuyou’s lips, gasping as a trace of Green Bamboo pheromones squeezed out from his disordered gland.

Ye Wuyou’s body excitedly returned a massive amount of Cold Plum pheromones, but Xiao Yun’an frowned and covered his own neck.

“Get some sense, Ye Mian. You are a Beta; don’t just put any pheromones on yourself.” Xiao Yun’an frowned.

As the pregnancy progressed, Ye Wuyou’s demand for Alpha pheromones was growing. Now that he had smelled the bamboo scent, his pregnant body’s craving was reaching its limit, yet Xiao Yun’an was clearly repulsed by his Cold Plum scent…

Ye Wuyou knit his brows in dissatisfaction. His rebellious side flared up; he deliberately rubbed against the palm Xiao Yun’an had placed over his gland, staining the Emperor’s palm with plenty of plum scent before pouting resentfully. “Is this dream so real? Your Majesty, how can you ‘update’ along with the intel… I just received the decree and now I’m dreaming of this.”

His attempts to “seek pleasure” had been interrupted by Xiao Yun’an over and over. A slightly calmed Ye Wuyou pulled his collar tight; he also felt the last two dreams were a bit strange.

Even though it was a dream, he was being forced into a sense of restraint. He clearly wanted to do many things to the Emperor, but at the last moment, he would always be stared back by those “see-through” fox eyes.

If he weren’t completely lost in passion, his back would start to feel chilly just by making eye contact with Xiao Yun’an. How can a dream be more like the real Emperor than the real Emperor himself…

“Ye Mian, the people in court are watching you like tigers. Yet you’re still lacking a brain. What am I supposed to do with you?” Seeing Ye Wuyou stop rubbing against him, Xiao Yun’an clutched his aching forehead and continued to nag. One moment a memorial impeaches Ye Wuyou for being a sycophant, and the next, his Great General is actually demonstrating it in a dream.

Ye Mian, oh Ye Mian, get some sense for me!

Ye Wuyou, having “returned” to the Crown Prince’s Palace in his mind, was zoning out. He had caused too much trouble back then; he was used to ignoring the Emperor’s lectures.

Ah… see, here we go again. I’ve even dreamed up the Emperor’s nagging.

It started so well, wasn’t this supposed to be a spring dream?

Who listens to an Imperial lecture in a spring dream!

Ye Wuyou blinked and decided to put the dream back on track. He reached up and pulled off the red ribbon tying his hair, wrapped it twice around his wrists, and then bit the remaining end of the ribbon in his mouth.

Having tied his own wrists, Ye Wuyou looked up and held his hands before Xiao Yun’an’s eyes. With a pair of misty, obedient eyes, he said, “Then I shall bind myself to Your Majesty’s side right now.”

Ye Mian, you stubborn brat!

Xiao Yun’an’s face went dark. He flipped Ye Wuyou over and slapped his buttocks hard.

He ended up with a hand full of… well, something that cannot be mentioned on a clean app.

The Imperial Countenance: Greatly Displeased!

Ye Mian: Heartfelt Joy.