The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 31

Ye Wuyou decided to play dead to the end.

He didn’t dare test whether the Emperor in today’s dream was the real Xiao Yun’an. Even if it wasn’t, he didn’t want the dream-version to discover he was actually wide awake. So, he simply committed to babbling nonsense from the start.

If it’s all nonsense, the Emperor will focus elsewhere and stop looking at that pile of “beauty portraits” I can’t get rid of! I’m going to die of embarrassment!

Ye Wuyou was always curious about the gifts Xiao Yun’an sent. Following the philosophy that “if it’s sent, it must be used,” he had tried some of the tonics after meeting with Yang Shen. The result? Two nosebleeds and a night of restless dreams filled with every possible version of Xiao Yun’an.

He had just reached the stage of “appreciation” when the man himself caught him in the act.

While lamenting how potent the Emperor’s gifts were, Ye Wuyou suspected Xiao Yun’an did it on purpose. Having “slept” together several times, Ye Wuyou was starting to realize the Sovereign’s shamelessness. As expected of an Emperor he was stronger than ordinary people in every way.

Ye Wuyou couldn’t escape. He was still trapped in a small space, Xiao Yun’an’s sturdy arms encircling him while the Emperor’s head rested on his shoulder. Ye Wuyou waited tensely for him to finish inspecting the last portrait.

The head on his shoulder moved. Ye Wuyou shrugged his numb shoulder, and Xiao Yun’an sat up, only to step even closer.

Don’t squeeze anymore, Your Majesty! Our waists are already touching. Any closer and this is going to turn into an irreversible adult scene.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes, his feet seemingly glued to the floor, yet his body was honest.

“Audacious…” Xiao Yun’an’s grip tightened on Ye Wuyou’s wrist. His sexy voice brushed against the General’s earlobe, tingling slightly.

Ye Wuyou didn’t dodge or try to stop him. To hide his “uncooperative” reaction elsewhere, he went limp in Xiao Yun’an’s arms like he had no bones. Hearing the voice, he only trembled against the Emperor’s chest. After hesitating, he looked up with eyes full of desire.

It’s not embarrassing to go soft. I gave myself this identity in the dream; I am just a delicate Omega waiting for the Emperor’s favor.

Ye Wuyou noticed the grip on his wrist tighten. He chose his words carefully.

“Mmm… was that a ‘beauty selection’ ?”

“So Minister Ye wants to usurp the throne,” Xiao Yun’an said airily. The fake passion in Ye Wuyou’s eyes vanished instantly, but he remembered he was supposed to be playing dumb.

He blinked, feigning confusion, and took a step toward his own execution: “If I usurp it, will Your Majesty join my harem as a consort?”

Only a fool passes up an advantage! Even a verbal advantage is an advantage.

Xiao Yun’an’s eyes narrowed into slits. “I have spoiled you until you forget the height of the heavens. You are becoming bolder and bolder.”

A Great General usurps the throne only to lock the former Emperor in the harem? How ambitious!

“This subject misspoke. There were simply too many ‘Your Majesties,’ and I couldn’t choose for a moment.” Ye Wuyou retreated while he was ahead. He covered his face and lowered his head, hiding a secret smirk where Xiao Yun’an couldn’t see.

He knew Xiao Yun’an well. In those portraits, there were many outfits the real Emperor would never wear. What was wrong with dreaming a little? It wasn’t like he had drugged the man and forced him into them!

This was far more polite than his “Flower Thief” behavior. He’d already been a thief; why fear this?

“Is one of me not enough to satisfy Minister Ye? You have to dream of dozens more?” Xiao Yun’an coldly brought up the General’s track record. “The last few times, Minister Ye practically fled in defeat.”

Ye Wuyou: “…”

Fine. It’s confirmed. This is the real Emperor.

But Your Majesty, if you have the energy to be jealous of a scroll, why don’t you have the energy to accept my feelings? Is it only because I claim to be a Beta? Because I can’t provide an heir, you reject me over and over?

“But if this subject’s ‘heat’  arrives…” A dejected Ye Wuyou grew bold, deciding to make one more potentially fatal test.

Does his Majesty know I am Ye Wuyou? How does he view my Omega identity in the dream? The pheromones I used to tease him in the dream are identical to those from the brothel.

“Minister Ye is dreaming. You are a Beta; how can you have a heat?” Xiao Yun’an frowned and touched Ye Wuyou’s forehead. It wasn’t hot; it was cool.

Xiao Yun’an planned to ask the physician upon waking if too many shared dreams affected Ye Mian’s self-perception… he didn’t want his Great General to be “trained” into a state of delusion.

“As long as Your Majesty wishes, I can be. Smell me; I have pheromones. Cold Plum.” Ye Wuyou continued to test him. He even tried to act like an Omega, pulling aside the hair covering his neck to flaunt his gland before the Emperor. He then mimicked Gao Su’s high voice, letting out a “charming” moan that scared even himself: “Your Majesty, hold me~”

The final touch left Xiao Yun’an speechless.

My Ye Mian… perhaps it’s better if he stays a Beta. Being an Omega is truly… a torture to the ears.

Xiao Yun’an decided to ask if he could stop his own obsessions from influencing the dream partner.

Ye Wuyou’s ears turned red. He also felt he had been too theatrical; the intent was too obvious. Simply put, he overdid it.

“Cough… this subject didn’t mean…” Ye Wuyou tried to regain his dignity. His tension was palpable as he leaned against Xiao Yun’an. When he spoke again, his voice was too raspy, and his moan turned into an awkward vocal fry.

Ye Wuyou: “…” Embarrassing! Another piece of history I want erased from the Emperor’s mind!

Xiao Yun’an couldn’t help but laugh. He sighed and leaned down, his robes brushing against Ye Wuyou’s navy-blue attire. Being so close, Ye Wuyou inevitably caught the thick scent of Green Bamboo.

His Alpha. Green Bamboo. No aggression.

Ye Wuyou lost all wariness, allowing himself to drown in the Emperor’s pheromone feast.

The next second, Ye Wuyou was swept up in a princess carry.

Ah! The Emperor cheated again!

His body suddenly suspended, Ye Wuyou struggled and cried out: “Your Majesty!”

His voice was normal again. Ye Wuyou and Xiao Yun’an both let out a sigh of relief.

Ye Wuyou wrapped his arms tightly around the Emperor’s neck. He was only a few centimeters shorter than Xiao Yun’an; being carried like this was beyond embarrassing.

“Minister Ye’s ‘seduction’ skills have regressed.” The breath was practically brushing against his ear. Xiao Yun’an saw his distress and teased him deliberately.

“Guarding the border is my duty. Why do you have such ‘excessive’ demands for me?” Ye Wuyou argued, but the breath on his ear was impossible to ignore. He kept his eyes shut tight, but clearly felt Xiao Yun’an nuzzling his nose. Feeling a hand slide from his waist to his buttocks, his body tensed. He didn’t dare speak further.

I must defend my buttocks against Xiao Yun’an at all costs!

Xiao Yun’an laughed softly, his warm breath carrying the scent of bamboo. He hoisted Ye Wuyou higher, and the General let out a cooperative whimper.

Dammit. The defense failed…

His seduction skills had regressed, but the Emperor’s “conquering” tactics had improved. Ye Wuyou felt he couldn’t resist; every smile and glance from the man seemed perfectly calculated to hit his aesthetic weak spots.

“Minister Ye guards the border by looking at beauty portraits?” Xiao Yun’an placed the pheromone-dazed General onto the desk covered in his own images. The desire in his eyes could no longer be hidden. Ye Wuyou curled into a ball, clutching his clothes. Xiao Yun’an took the opportunity to pull off the General’s outer robe.

“This subject… hiss, just dreaming…” Ye Wuyou was forced to open his eyes. He saw the Emperor’s face magnified before him. Xiao Yun’an wasn’t just using a beauty trap; his hands weren’t stopping. Ye Wuyou glared at the beautiful face, unable to look away. His whimpers turned into muffled groans.

Ye Wuyou retaliated by tearing at the Emperor’s black robes.

In a dream like this, how can the Emperor be the only one with tidy clothes? Let’s be messy together!

“Minister Ye is willing to study portraits in his sleep, but refuses to send Zhen a letter.” Xiao Yun’an didn’t stop him, leaning down to peck at the corner of Ye Wuyou’s eye. Using the movement of pushing him away as a cover, Ye Wuyou tried to secretly pull his legs together and glanced at the edge of the desk.

Who could let go while lying on evidence of their own crimes? He didn’t want to stay on those “butt-stabbing” scrolls for another second. While boldly pulling the Emperor back for a kiss, he quietly moved toward the edge.

“I sent it…” Ye Wuyou saw his toes were just a step from the floor

The desk let out a creak as if it were about to break. Xiao Yun’an smiled, pulled him back, and easily laid the General’s upper body flat against the surface.

Ye Wuyou felt a tug in his lower abdomen and his face paled. He pushed Xiao Yun’an away with great force and sat up, touching his belly fearfully. He was surprised to find that while he was nearly three months along in reality, his belly was still flat in the dream.

Eh? The dream and reality are different? Then next time the Emperor is in a rut, he can ‘reach’ my reproductive

“Zhen only received one military report, and it wasn’t in Minister Ye’s hand. You must have sent the letter in your sleep.” Xiao Yun’an looked astonished. Having been pushed away, he didn’t press forward, standing a respectful distance away and instinctively releasing pheromones to soothe him.

Hearing this, Ye Wuyou set aside his lust, his eyes darkening. He had ordered a pigeon to send a private letter eight days ago; why hadn’t it arrived?

Did it get lost? Was it eaten? Or was it intercepted again?

“Minister Ye, come back to me.” Xiao Yun’an’s expression was unreadable. “Zoning out whenever you don’t want to answer when will you change that bad habit…”

“This subject was wrong. I am willing to be punished…” Ye Wuyou was still thinking about the pigeon, his mouth operating on autopilot. “The General is at Your Majesty’s disposal.”

Xiao Yun’an placed his hand on Ye Wuyou’s belly. The General shuddered. He saw the Emperor’s gaze moving downward and his breath hitched, but in the next second, Xiao Yun’an said raspy: “In that case, the punishment is for Minister Ye to give Zhen a Prince tonight.”

“This subject accepts… Wait, no. I am a Beta; I can’t have a Prince.” Ye Wuyou snapped to attention, frantically covering for the “little guy” in reality. He couldn’t talk about this dangerous topic anymore. He leaned into Xiao Yun’an’s hand and asked with a frown, “Did Your Majesty truly not receive my private letter?”

“The Sovereign does not lie.” Seeing Ye Wuyou’s serious face, Xiao Yun’an laughed again. “The North is in turmoil and your duties are many. It is understandable if you forgot to care for Zhen.”

“I dream of Your Majesty every night… how could I forget?” Ye Wuyou wanted to gloss it over, but thinking of the Emperor’s tendency to hold grudges, he knew he’d be “taught a lesson” in the dream for this eventually. He had to defend himself. He’d accept the punishment for the portraits, but not for the “Zero-One” pigeon getting lost.

“I sent a private letter via a Zero-One pigeon. If it didn’t enter the city, perhaps it was shot down for food.”

Hearing the name of the pigeon, Xiao Yun’an was stunned for a moment. He shook Ye Wuyou’s chin gently. “Why is the new pigeon still named that?”

Ye Wuyou recalled the dark times when he couldn’t beat the hidden guards for the first Zero-One and pouted. “I like it!”

Like a stubborn little wolf. Xiao Yun’an could no longer resist and began to ravage him.

“Your Majesty, did the first Zero-One retire?” At the height of the moment, Ye Wuyou suddenly asked.

“…Ye Mian, at a time like this, why must you mention ‘others’?” Xiao Yun’an gritted his teeth.

“Ah… I see. Then the North needs a new batch of Zero-Ones. Your Majesty, don’t! My back… my poor back!”

“Ye Wuyou, shut up!” Xiao Yun’an bit his lips. Ye Wuyou wanted to speak, but his tongue lost all initiative.

The two scents entangled in the study. Ye Wuyou completely surrendered under the control of the dominant Emperor.

…

Ye Wuyou clutched his back, which had been pressed against the desk corner half the night. He now had a trauma regarding the long desk in the study.

After his violent protests, Xiao Yun’an truly stopped putting him on the desk, but the portraits on it… not a single one was spared.

Sigh! Ye Wuyou, oh Ye Wuyou. You no longer have any autonomy in your spring dreams. The Emperor seems to have found a new way to force you into a shared dream anytime, anywhere.

Having had the Emperor break into his dream twice, Ye Wuyou made a sweet guess. He had also managed to ask about the tonics during their passion it turned out to be an “apology” for the Emperor’s lack of restraint during his rut.

The dream hadn’t faded yet. During the last two meetings, they had been quite restrained, having time to linger and bond after their “tryst.”

Ye Wuyou was still in the study, far from the desk. He was sitting on Xiao Yun’an’s lap, both of them dressed neatly. The Emperor in the dream was so gentle and considerate, even ignoring his previous offenses.

Ye Wuyou clutched his belly and began to wander. Could this child be considered a ‘surprise’ for Xiao Yun’an?

“Is your stomach uncomfortable?” Xiao Yun’an placed a warm palm on Ye Wuyou’s belly, his worried voice sounding from above.

Ye Wuyou tested him yet again: “Having received Your Majesty’s ‘grace,’ perhaps I am pregnant.”