The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 3

How many days could he realistically keep the Emperor tied up?

Heat cycles are such a nuisance!

Ye Wuyou had been stunned by Yang Nin’s bold suggestion for so long that he nearly lost track of Xiao Yunan. Fortunately, the scent of green bamboo served as a perfect trail. Ye Wuyou snatched a piece of white silk from a street stall to mask his face, reined in his pheromones, and moved quickly to tail the Emperor.

“Your Majesty clearly couldn’t bear to part with General Ye. Why not keep him for a few more days?” Eunuch Gao asked in his thin, pinched voice, looking concerned.

As soon as Ye Wuyou had left, Xiao Yunan used the pretext of a five-day illness to cancel court sessions and sneak out for an incognito tour. Accompanied only by Eunuch Gao, he found himself wandering toward the Peony Street. He stopped before a cluster of rose-red peonies.

“The North is restless. My summons for Ye Mian left the army without a commander, and they are bound to make a move. Letting him return secretly now will catch them completely off guard.” Xiao Yunan looked at the flowers, but he felt they weren’t red enough; his mind kept flashing back to the single peony left in the Imperial Study.

“Please set your mind at ease, Your Majesty. General Ye is clever; he surely understands your painstaking efforts,” Gao Su whispered with a smile.

“Him? Forget it.” Xiao Yunan’s lips curled slightly. “Let’s look further ahead.”

“Yes, Sire!” Gao Su’s smile deepened.

The smiling Eunuch Gao was suddenly struck across the neck and fell straight to the ground. Xiao Yunan spun around instantly, but a coarse cloth soaked in Kun-origin (Omega) pheromones was shoved over his mouth. Ye Wuyou was incredibly fast; taking advantage of the moment Xiao Yunan was paralyzed by the thick scent, he struck several of the Emperor’s pressure points.

Xiao Yunan was frozen in place, his ears ringing.

“Beauty, you smell so good.” Ye Wuyou deftly pulled a pre-prepared black blindfold from his sleeve and tied it over Xiao Yunan’s eyes. He deliberately disguised his voice, leaning close to the Emperor’s earlobe to whisper his praise.

“You!”

Ye Wuyou smoothly applied the missing silence technique to his pressure points.

“Shh, don’t say that on the street. We’ll compare notes once we’re inside.” Ye Wuyou was, in his own way, a rather traditional “flower-thief.”

Ye Wuyou carried Xiao Yunan over his shoulder and flipped through the window of a brothel. Yang Nin had already settled everything; the room was stocked with fruit and dried rations, and no one would disturb them for three days. Ye Wuyou laid Xiao Yunan flat on a pink bed scented with floral powder, closed the window like a thief, and drew the curtains.

The bright room plunged into dimness. Ye Wuyou fumbled his way back to Xiao Yunan.

“I’m a bit hot.” Brothels never lacked aphrodisiac incense. Unaware the room was already “enhanced,” Ye Wuyou tugged open his own collar. His pheromones lost all restraint, instantly flooding the bedcurtains. He looked at Xiao Yunan, who could only move his head and began unbuttoning the Emperor’s clothes as well. “You’re hot too.”

Xiao Yunan was so enraged that veins popped on his forehead. His chest felt constricted, and a metallic taste of blood rose in his throat. Fearing the Emperor might do something drastic like bite his own tongue, Ye Wuyou released soothing pheromones to “iron out” the anger and released the Emperor’s silence point.

“Bold madman! Release me at once!” Xiao Yunan roared, his voice hoarse and low.

Ye Wuyou flinched at the shout. Blushing, he covered Xiao Yunan’s mouth. “Beauty, your voice is lovely, but talking like that will cost you your head.”

“But it’s fine; I won’t tell a soul.” Ye Wuyou began groping Xiao Yunan haphazardly, his potent scent of winter plum aggressively wrapping around the Emperor.

His Heat had shown signs since morning, and now, fueled by the incense, it was uncontrollable. He looked dizzily at the man he had pinned beneath him. His lower abdomen was burning, and his mind was a mess. He buried his face in the crook of Xiao Yunan’s neck, trying to inhale more bamboo scent. However, no matter how much his pheromones invited a response, Xiao Yunan gritted his teeth and suppressed his Alpha instincts.

Ye Wuyou’s eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. He forcefully turned the blindfolded head, tore open the Imperial robes, and leaned down to bite the gland on the back of Xiao Yunan’s neck.

“Impudence!!” As a Tian-gan (Alpha), having his gland bitten was the ultimate insult. Xiao Yunan screamed himself hoarse, his internal energy thrashing against his sealed pressure points. Ye Wuyou, hearing the trembling, husky voice, felt a surge of desire. He injected a large amount of plum pheromones into Xiao Yunan’s gland.

The excessive Omega pheromones took effect quickly. Xiao Yunan’s Alpha instincts exploded, and he was instantly drowned in a tidal wave of heat. Forced by the pheromones, his gland released his scent until it filled the entire room. Ye Wuyou licked at the Emperor’s neck, intoxicated by the green bamboo scent he loved.

Hehe. Marking the Emperor. I’ll lose my head right along with him.

Ye Wuyou finally let go. His body, starved for Alpha pheromones, inhaled the plum-tinged bamboo scent and giggled foolishly. He leaned into Xiao Yunan’s ear and whispered, “Your Majesty”

“Beauty, did I serve you well?”

Though he was acting like an insolent thief, that lingering voice caused a figure to flash through Xiao Yunan’s mind. But soon, a cold draft blew away the sentiment.

The thief had just stripped him of his undergarments!

Xiao Yunan fought to suppress the fire in his veins, biting his lip to regain a sliver of clarity. He glared at Ye Wuyou through the blindfold. “Criminal! Stop now, and I may yet leave your corpse intact!”

“I don’t want a corpse; I want Your Majesty.” Ye Wuyou’s burning body pressed against him again. His Heat-addled brain managed one more thought as he gently nipped at Xiao Yunan’s collarbone. “So, Beauty likes this kind of roleplay? I’ll risk my life to play along. Your Majesty do you like it when I call you that?”

Those words were like pouring oil on a fire. Xiao Yunan spat out a mouthful of blood and finally forced open the pressure points Ye Wuyou had struck. His chest ached with fury. Ignoring the backlash of forcing his energy, he swung his hand up only to find the madman on top of him was stronger!

Xiao Yunan’s arms were pinned back against the headboard. The blindfold shifted slightly, letting in a tiny sliver of light. Fearing the Emperor might see him, Ye Wuyou hurriedly used a hair ribbon to tie the Emperor’s wrists together, panting for breath.

As expected of His Majesty! I can’t be careless. Luckily, he had asked Yang Nin for “Limp-Bone Powder” pills in advance.

Ye Wuyou adjusted the blindfold, leaned down, and bit Xiao Yunan’s bleeding lip. With a flick of his tongue, a round pill rolled from Ye Wuyou’s mouth into the Emperor’s. It dissolved instantly.

“Traitor! What did you feed me now?!”

“Limp-Bone Powder.”

Ye Wuyou, now a full-blown traitor, weighed a piece of cotton cloth in his hand, wondering if he should gag the Emperor. Ultimately, his instinct as a loyal subject won out over his treasonous intent. He tossed the cloth under the bed. “Your Majesty isn’t losing anything here; why be so resistant? Am I not fragrant enough?”

The potent drug took effect quickly. Amidst the swirling plum pheromones, Xiao Yunan’s hearing began to fail, and his limbs grew heavy. He wanted to curse, but the drug made his voice soft and weak. The tone that came out of his mouth shocked even himself into silence.

“You had better, pray I never catch you!” Xiao Yunan’s forehead dripped with sweat. His hoarse voice held no threat; he was being lured into the abyss by Ye Wuyou’s overwhelming scent.

“Your Majesty, you clearly like it too. Look at you” Ye Wuyou pointed meaningfully, his fingertips tracing the “towering peaks” before their noses touched.

Xiao Yunan closed his eyes and turned his head away.

“Don’t worry, Beauty. When I win this battle, I will definitely come back to marry you.” The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly feverish. Ye Wuyou’s own waist had gone soft, but he sat astride the Emperor and whispered a promise. “Wait for me, Your Majesty.”

Xiao Yunan could no longer hear clearly. In his ears, his brain twisted the words into: “Beauty, even if I beat you to death, I’ll come back to ravish you again. You’re quite a catch.”

Xiao Yunan nearly fainted from pure rage.

The Heat was truly terrifying. Ye Wuyou could barely hold himself up, but he forced himself to lean down and kiss the Emperor’s furrowed brow, his lips moving in a silent apology.

Forgive me, Your Majesty.

Xiao Yunan’s consciousness completely blurred. Ye Wuyou’s pheromones turned him into a primal beast controlled by desire, yet his mouth instinctively murmured a reflex: “Ye Mian… protect the King.”

Ye Wuyou froze, then lowered his gaze. He answered in his original voice: “This subject obeys the decree.”

The winter plum scent overflowed as the Limp-Bone Powder eroded the last of his reason. Xiao Yunan’s eyes turned red, and he was finally consumed by instinct. He flipped over, reversing their positions, and Ye Wuyou handed over all control to the Emperor.

Inside the bedcurtains, the shadows were a blur of motion as the green bamboo intertwined with the frost-covered plum.

When Xiao Yunan woke up again, he was clutching a bright red hair ribbon, clearly snatched from the madman’s head. His disheveled body had been covered with a plain white undergarment, and his outer robes were neatly draped by the bed.

The thief even had the heart to dress him? Did he think the Emperor couldn’t dress himself?

Xiao Yunan silently pulled open the undergarment. Seeing the state of his body, his teeth ground together. A sovereign Emperor had been kidnapped by an Omega to be used as a “tool” to resolve a Heat cycle!

And he still didn’t know who the thief was!

The criminal was a monster. There wasn’t a single inch of his skin that hadn’t been “stamped.” He had been squeezed dry!

The combination of the drug and the pheromones made his memory hazy. His head ached violently, and he couldn’t remember if he had fully marked the madman.

But he did remember the feeling of the Omega’s reproductive cavity…

Trouble. It had to be an Omega.

His body, weakened by the drug, felt fragile. As his emotions surged, he felt dizzy again. He gripped the hair ribbon tightly, the thief’s vulgar words echoing in his ears.

He dares to come back a second time?!

Xiao Yunan had no concubines and usually kept himself pure. Having been “tasted” so abruptly, he couldn’t stay calm. Memories of the hot, humid contact flashed back. His brain uncontrollably recalled the low, suppressed gasps from within the curtains. Xiao Yunan irritably threw the hair ribbon aside, his eyes cold and sharp.

Even if he had to dig three feet into the capital’s soil, he would find this thief.

And then, he would have them executed by a thousand cuts!!!