The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 26

The crimson hair ribbon that had bound his wrists was moved to a different location.

Ye Wuyou wanted to solve the predicament through his own willpower, but he discovered to his horror that the dream’s scenery no longer changed according to his desires. He tried eight or nine times, thinking with all his might to make the ribbon disappear, but every second his thoughts were interrupted by Xiao Yun’an, who was holding him close. After struggling for half an hour, the ribbon remained securely tied to the “mountain peak,” fluttering in the wind.

The feeling of suffocation, akin to drowning, was too much to bear. Drifting among the clouds, Ye Wuyou tried his old trick, hoping to use his cries to make the Emperor soften his heart. But his red, tearful eyes only earned him an even more relentless Xiao Yun’an. The Green Bamboo pheromones in the air intensified, and Ye Wuyou felt as though he were being trapped to death within that forest of bamboo scent.

Ye Wuyou flatteringly pecked at the corner of Xiao Yun’an’s mouth, using his free left hand to stealthily reach around. But before he could touch the ribbon, he was forced to look up into those fox-like pupils.

“Since Minister Ye has a divine physician by his side who diagnosed him with ‘kidney deficiency,’ it is best not to move recklessly. Zhen is no gentleman.” Xiao Yun’an caught Ye Wuyou’s hand and rested his chin on the General’s shoulder, quietly pulling him deeper into his embrace.

Ye Wuyou: “…”

That’s such old intel! Your Majesty, as the Son of Heaven, can’t your intelligence network update a bit more frequently?

And besides, since when is Yang Shen a divine physician? He’s just a sour wait!

“Your Majesty… I dare to ask, are you in your rut ?” If it weren’t for a rut, how could His Majesty have so vulnerably held him just now, sobbing and acting spoiled… even lowering his status to call him “Wuyou”…

Xiao Yun’an, of course, refused to admit it.

Ye Wuyou gave a dry laugh: “Ha!”

Oh no. I’ve played with fire. Ye Wuyou thought, feeling stifled.

To save his precarious hair ribbon and to make the Emperor snap out of it, Ye Wuyou coaxed Xiao Yun’an back into the water.

The milk bath in the White Jade Hot Spring turned back into transparent spring water. Seeing that the Emperor hadn’t changed and had even become a bit more… intense Ye Wuyou boldly cupped water to splash onto the Emperor’s face. But the spring water was warm; how could it possibly lower the heat?

Ye Wuyou watched the water droplets slide down the Emperor’s face and closed his eyes in despair.

Fine. He was going to die.

Someone was being shameless, using a “beauty trap” on a General like him.

Even heroes can’t pass the gate of a beauty, let alone a lecherous ghost like himself.

“Minister Ye, do not be distant with Zhen in the future,” Xiao Yun’an complained against Ye Wuyou’s ear. “A private letter every three days, at most every five. No less.”

Ye Wuyou whimpered twice.

Who’s being distant with whom!

Does a mere subject like me even dare to reject the Sovereign’s grace? Even acting a bit ‘tsundere’ would get my back poked by the pens of those losers who can’t get your attention!

“When the autumn tribute is finished, Zhen shall summon you back to the capital, alright?” Xiao Yun’an tightened his grip on the struggling Ye Wuyou. “Enter the palace and attend to the Sovereign.”

“I… I want…” Ye Wuyou let out two breathless stammers. Xiao Yun’an slightly loosened his arms, looking at Ye Wuyou with eyes full of expectation.

Ye Wuyou seized the chance to take a large breath: “I want… to breathe…”

The pool suddenly went quiet. Ye Wuyou tentatively leaned against Xiao Yun’an. He let out a muffled groan and muttered to himself: “So even in a dream, an Alpha in a rut can still zone out…”

Xiao Yun’an’s face went instantly dark.

“Ye Mian,” Xiao Yun’an said coldly.

Truly in need of a lesson!!!

Huh? Wasn’t I cooperating? What did I say wrong to provoke the Sovereign’s wrath again? Why is he calling me by my full name… it’s not as good as ‘Wuyou.’ At least that made me… ah!

Satisfying.

Ye Wuyou insisted on finishing that last word in his heart before being pulled back up to the clouds to “pluck the crescent moon.”

Gurgle, gurgle—

The fresh water seeping from the White Jade Hot Spring’s source couldn’t wash away the turbidity floating in the pool. It could only shrink into the corner, lonely, blowing bubbles.

…

A long time later, the commotion in the spring finally ceased.

Ye Wuyou clutched his stomach and quietly crawled away from Xiao Yun’an’s shackles.

“Minister Ye…” came Xiao Yun’an’s light, airy call.

Ye Wuyou’s hair stood on end from fear, and he immediately snapped out of the dream.

A streak of morning dawn had just touched the horizon. Having escaped the dream, Ye Wuyou’s gaze was vacant.

A fatigue like being “falling apart” slowly spread from his calves to his entire body. Ye Wuyou’s hands lay flat at his sides; it took a long time for his mind to stop being a total blank.

It was too much. His brain hadn’t yet detached from the extreme pleasure. Ye Wuyou wanted to sit up, but his calves were trembling, and both his front and back felt… not great. It had only been one night, yet it felt like a full day of heavy spear-and-shield training.

Ye Wuyou rested his forearm (not his elbow) on his lower abdomen and thought fearfully: Fortunately it was in a dream, otherwise the little tag-along would have been in trouble. An Alpha’s rut is terrifying—

Wait. This spring dream… it’s not right.

A recovered Ye Wuyou determined this through gritted teeth. He wanted to close his eyes and rest for a bit, but his hyper-excited brain wouldn’t let him sleep. He could clearly feel the soreness in every part of his body.

Is this still a dream? Just dreaming about the Emperor in a rut made me like this?

Ye Wuyou smelled the pheromones uncontrollably spilling out around him Green Bamboo and Cold Plum entangled, refusing to give way. Ye Wuyou took several deep breaths, and the more he tasted it, the more he felt something was wrong.

It had been over two months since he stole the Emperor’s marking. Logically, the bamboo scent in the temporary marking should have faded long ago. Even if the Emperor were a top-tier Alpha who didn’t follow the rules… the current intensity, which could still faintly overpower his own Cold Plum scent, was simply too terrifying, wasn’t it?

Ye Wuyou continued to lie paralyzed on the bed. The lower abdomen that had been dullly aching before he fell asleep last night was now completely peaceful. The morning sickness that usually hit him the moment he opened his eyes didn’t come to torture him this morning. Today, the “little tag-along” was terrifyingly quiet.

It was as if…

As if it had been satiated.

An Omega carrying a child needs constant pheromone comfort from the Alpha to soothe the fetus. Seeing how hard he was vomiting, the doctor had repeatedly urged him to be “thick-skinned” and ask for some personal items from the Emperor.

Pheromones on an object are nowhere near as good as a personal “soothing” from the Alpha himself, but for Ye Wuyou’s situation, it was better than nothing.

The new Emperor had ascended, and the forces in the North were a tangled mess. After seeing the Ye Army and Luren fight twice, the surrendered Moise was secretly beginning to have small thoughts again.

General Ye might have been “persecuting” Yang Shen and wandering around the camp “nurturing his pregnancy,” but he understood every piece of intelligence in the North. He was still the backbone of the Ye Army; currently, he was stuck guarding the border. His Alpha happened to be the current Sovereign, who couldn’t possibly travel thousands of miles from the Imperial City to the dangerous North.

Ye Wuyou’s situation was even more special he was the “Flower Thief” who had plagiarized the Sovereign. After the Emperor leaked news of the “Flower Thief” into the camp, Ye Wuyou had more or less heard something. The “Strict Investigation Decree” that swept the capital two months ago had left people in a state of panic.

In the “concerns” the Emperor sent to the main tent, the “Flower Thief case” was only briefly mentioned. But Ye Wuyou knew Xiao Yun’an; what he had done to the Emperor was enough to make Xiao Yun’an turn the entire city upside down.

His Majesty had a very small heart; he held grudges.

He held them in dreams, too. He had casually mentioned “kidney deficiency,” and the Emperor had tied him up for nearly an hour… he was an Omega, yes, but he was also a man… what if he broke something!!!

When nothing would come out at the end, Ye Wuyou had desperately thought half his future happiness was gone.

Fortunately, everything was still functional.

Ye Wuyou lingered for another half hour. The sky turned completely red, and the brilliant morning light spilled through the gaps in the tent in polka dots. The soreness in his body had eased significantly. Ye Wuyou sat up.

“……………”

It’s not just the underpants today I have to secretly wash and dry the bedding as well.

Ye Wuyou got up to change his inner robes and underpants. After a quick sponge bath, he threw on a navy blue outer robe and lifted the tent flap.

The sun was good; the light was bright.

General Ye slunk and limped his way to the medical tent.

“Doctor, I think I’m finished!” His voice preceded him. The doctor, hearing that languid yet “satisfied” voice, was so startled he gripped the lid of his medicine jar tight.

Did… did… did the Emperor come to the camp?!

Ye Wuyou lifted the curtain.

Seeing the “spring-like” flush on Ye Wuyou’s face, the doctor became even more certain of his suspicion. His heart went cold, and he flopped right onto the ground.

“I haven’t even said anything yet why has your face gone white?” Ye Wuyou’s face fell. He increasingly felt that doctors and Taoist priests were the same likely possessing some divine skill in “face reading.” He hadn’t even stated his symptoms, and the doctor knew it was untreatable with one glance.

“Gen… Gen… General… did you have a good time last night?” The doctor tremblingly stood up.

“It was… was… was okay.” Ye Wuyou spotted the lounge chair he usually used, rubbed his waist, and leaned right into it.

The doctor let out a massive sigh of relief and popped a heart pill under his tongue.

“Give me one too.” Ye Wuyou reached out. His heart was big, but not big enough to calmly accept his impending death. He should take a “fast-acting heart-saver” pill to steady himself first.

“The General is pregnant; you can’t just take medicine.” The doctor supported his forehead and walked over to Ye Wuyou, asking mysteriously, “Is there something you need help with?”

“First, take my pulse and see how the ‘little tag-along’ is doing.” Ye Wuyou habitually held out both hands. The doctor’s heart skipped.

Ah? Was it that intense?

The three months aren’t even up His Majesty is far too lack of restraint!

The fetal pulse is peaceful, but the kidney Qi is lacking.

What a strong Little Prince. The doctor wiped away a tear.

Ye Wuyou was aghast: “Is my ‘hallucination’ that serious? Is it life-threatening? Can I last until the little tag-along is born? Can I stall for another month? I’ll wipe out the North first—”

Doctor: “?” “What hallucination?” the doctor asked carefully.

“First tell me the truth, how many days do I have to live!” Ye Wuyou hissed in a low voice, pulling a ginseng slice from his robe to suck on.

The doctor found it bizarre: “Huh? Didn’t His Majesty choose not to prosecute your treason? You two even shared a bed last night…”

Ye Wuyou was shocked again: “Wait, stop right there. What ‘shared a bed’?”

“If His Majesty sneakily came to the North to have a tryst with the General, I will certainly keep it a secret. Ah, His Majesty is so kind and magnanimous—” The doctor was moved by his own thoughts and wiped his eyes again.

Ye Wuyou frowned: “That’s the point, the Emperor wasn’t there!”

“Did some other Alpha pretend to be the Emperor and sleep with you last night?!!” One sentence from Ye Wuyou made the doctor’s vision go dark. His breathing nearly stopped; he was only saved by Ye Wuyou grabbing his arm.

Ye Wuyou jumped up from the chair, his face a mix of red and white: “Ah???”

What the hell? Who did I sleep with? I just had a spring dream!!!

After much chaotic explanation, Ye Wuyou finally explained the whole story to the doctor. He glossed over the “details” and gave a simple summary of his two months of incredibly realistic dreams.

The doctor sat on his chair, clutching his dullly aching chest, looking at Ye Wuyou with grievance while gasping for air.

Scared to death! The General does nothing good in the morning except scare honest people! Before the doctor fell, he had already picked out where he wanted to be buried.

He deeply understood Vice-General Yang’s helplessness and anger when he suspected Ye Wuyou of “entertaining several Alphas” at night.

Plucking the Emperor and then ‘greening’ him! Who could stand it!

Although Ye Wuyou hadn’t actually done it, it didn’t stop the doctor from briefly sinking into a state of ruin for a few seconds.

Having finished explaining his “illness,” Ye Wuyou’s face was also dark. He was still considering the possibility the doctor mentioned of “another Alpha.” In his previous dreams, nothing happened when he woke up. Only last night… though there were no marks, the physical reaction didn’t lie.

The bundled-up bedding and underpants hidden under his quilt were proof!

Is this truly the wheel of karma? The ‘Flower Thief’ can’t escape the fate of being plucked?

“I want to kill someone,” Ye Wuyou said in a low voice.

“…It’s just a shared dream with an Alpha, General! Don’t kill me to silence the witness!!!” The doctor flopped to the ground, once again scared out of his wits!