The General Was Pregnant with the Emperor's Child - Chapter 9

Completely unaware that he had caused an imperial chef to be “exiled,” Ye Wuyou was busy meeting his “Beloved Xiao” in his dreams.

In the dream, Xiao Yunan looked on with a dark face, full of wariness toward the Ye Wuyou who had intruded into his subconscious once again.

This had happened several times now. Ever since that spring night with the flower-thief in the brothel, Xiao Yunan had suffered through a series of erotic dreams where the “thief” seemed to possess Ye Wuyou’s body. Every time the General on top of him reached the height of passion, the scent of winter plum would inexplicably overflow from Ye Wuyou’s skin, and he would transform into the flower-thief.

Human adaptability is a frightening thing. Xiao Yunan had actually grown accustomed to the thief appearing in his dreams; he could now predict the exact moment Ye Mian would be “possessed,” allowing him to push the thief away and avoid the embarrassment of having to change his undergarments first thing in the morning.

After staring at Xiao Yunan for a long time, Ye Wuyou sighed. This Xiao Yunan was perfectly seasoned! How could His Majesty be so, majestic?

Ye Wuyou began to look around excitedly. The yellow silk curtains and dragon motifs everywhere indicated he was lying on the Dragon Bed, and His Majesty was right there beside him. After dreaming of the plains, the Imperial Study, and the peach trees of the Eastern Palace, he had finally made it to the imperial bedchamber.

Ye Wuyou, oh Ye Wuyou you really know how to dream.

“Your Majesty, you summoned this subject for attendance tonight.” Since time and place were in his favor, Ye Wuyou began his performance.

Xiao Yunan was wearing only a thin gauze inner robe, and so was Ye Wuyou. However, Ye Wuyou’s garment was even more transparent than the Emperor’s it was the kind of revealing attire a concubine might wear for a night of favor. Ye Wuyou looked down at himself; the silk over his hips and waist was the sheerest, offering a tantalizing glimpse without revealing everything. The visual effect was. Ye Wuyou swallowed hard.

His Majesty apparently liked this sort of thing. It was a pity Ye Wuyou wasn’t a “proper” Omega; even in silk, he didn’t have a delicate, boneless waist. Years in the saddle had given him a pair of lean, powerful legs.

Legs that could wrap tightly around the Emperor’s.

Ye Wuyou’s hand moved toward the “Dragon Face,” itching to slide further down. But before he could even touch the Emperor’s waist, the dream-version of Xiao Yunan grabbed his wrist.

“You can actually resist?!” Ye Wuyou was shocked.

It’s a dream! Why was his Majesty still so stiff, dignified, and reserved? He even swatted away his wandering hands! This wasn’t fun at all. He might as well go back to being the flower-thief and pin the Emperor down directly.

Dreams are convenient; you get whatever you think of. The moment the thought occurred to him, a silk blindfold appeared in his hand. It was a brilliant red, a perfect match for Xiao Yunan’s pale skin.

Ye Wuyou felt a shameful surge of excitement.

But since this was a dream, he didn’t actually need to blindfold Xiao Yunan to be audacious. The Emperor was far away in the capital; it wasn’t as if he could fly into his dream to eavesdrop, right?

Ye Wuyou tossed the red silk aside and leaned in until his breath fanned against Xiao Yunan’s nose. Xiao Yunan’s breathing hitched, his eyes widening in startlement.

Ye Wuyou used both hands to cup the Emperor’s face firmly, looking at him with deep affection. “Your Majesty, did you send me your personal clothes?”

Xiao Yunan: “…”

Xiao Yunan also felt that the “Ye Mian” in this dream was a bit too lively. His brain really didn’t need to make the dream-version so vivid, especially since it always ended with the flower-thief taking over.

The military report sent to the Emperor hadn’t received a reply yet. Even with the fastest horses, a letter even with a package of clothes, shouldn’t take more than a month. He was still treasuring the scrap of cloth he had torn from Xiao Yunan like it was a holy relic. Without an Alpha’s pheromones to soothe him, his body was suffering through a constant “tidal surge” of Heat, leaving him to rely on erotic dreams for relief.

“Your Majesty, I miss you to death.” Ye Wuyou pouted. He forcefully pried the Emperor’s hand off his wrist, turned to face him, and wrapped his arms around the Emperor’s waist, burying his head in his chest.

Xiao Yunan said expressionlessly, “This is the sixth time this month. When do you plan on letting me go?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xiao Yunan mentally kicked himself. What am I doing? Why was he trying to negotiate with a phantom projected by his own desires?

“I won’t,” Ye Wuyou replied slowly, a cold refusal.

An Omega instinctively relies on the Alpha who marked them. Having been forcibly separated for over a month right after the marking, the “temporary mark” Xiao Yunan left had made Ye Wuyou’s craving for his scent border on madness. Never mind a dream if Xiao Yunan were standing before him in the flesh, Ye Wuyou would dare to tackle him and steal a kiss.

And so, Ye Wuyou pressed half his body weight onto Xiao Yunan and pecked the Emperor’s lips.

Xiao Yunan thought he smelled the winter plum scent again. He lowered his head with a dark expression, intending to push away the figure that was about to be “possessed.” But today, even with the plum scent, Ye Wuyou remained Ye Wuyou just a bit more of a rogue.

Xiao Yunan felt dazed. Has the flower-thief finally driven me mad? He was actually using the thief’s scent in his dream to openly fantasize about his own General.

“I’m out here guarding the border for you, and when I finally see you in a dream, you won’t even let me hold you.” Ye Wuyou suddenly looked dejected. He lifted his eyes, which were still sharp despite his acting and tried to stare at the Emperor with a wet, pleading gaze. “The Imperial Family is truly heartless.”

The resentment in Ye Wuyou’s eyes made Xiao Yunan look away. Highly dissatisfied, Ye Wuyou reached out and forced the Emperor’s head back toward him. During the struggle, his silk robe slipped, leaving one shoulder half-exposed.

“Your Majesty! You’re even staying ‘proper’ in a dream? Isn’t it exhausting!” Ye Wuyou yelled. This Emperor, this dream! It’s a nightmare!

It was true. No matter how much this phantom resembled Ye Mian, it was just a dream. The little hawk he had raised had grown its wings and could now soar over the northern frontier, while this was merely his own most shameful desire. It was the repressed urge Xiao Yunan had to lock Ye Mian away in his harem.

Luckily, Ye Mian is just a Beta.

“Ye Mian, you are quite audacious tonight.” Smelling the plum scent filling the bedcurtains, Xiao Yunan narrowed his eyes and reached out. He pressed his thumb against a small mole on Ye Wuyou’s neck that had turned red from desire, before sliding it over to his prominent Adam’s apple. “How do you wish for me to ‘favor’ you?”

“Your Majesty, I’ve won a battle for you. I ask for nothing else but for you to bestow your ‘scent and dew’ upon me in this dream.” Ye Wuyou’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He was forced to lift his head and stare at the Emperor’s cold jawline. He gripped Xiao Yunan’s arms, his ring finger lightly scratching the skin.

Hehe. Seduction.

Ye Wuyou’s form began to overlap with the flower-thief’s. Xiao Yunan pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted. His ears turned a “virtuous” red in Ye Wuyou’s eyes. “Bold!”

“Bold, audacious what else can you say?” Ye Wuyou was flushed and breathless at the sound of the Emperor’s angry voice. He suddenly felt he had a talent for being a “seductress.” Taking advantage of the dream, he wrapped himself around the Emperor like an octopus, moved behind him, and bit the gland on the back of Xiao Yunan’s neck.

“Your Majesty, touch me. I’m already” Ye Wuyou grew even more forward, pressing his body against the Emperor until Xiao Yunan’s upright posture began to buckle.

Memories of the brothel flooded back. Veins popped on Xiao Yunan’s forehead. How could my Ye Mian do such a wanton thing! This is clearly that flower-thief!

The potent scent of green bamboo exploded within the bedcurtains. Ye Wuyou’s waist went soft, and he collapsed onto Xiao Yunan.

“Just how much longer do you intend to haunt me!” Xiao Yunan snarled, his hands gripping the thief’s waist with savage force.

The oppressive Alpha pheromones left Ye Wuyou powerless to resist; his whole body was trembling.

Trembling with excitement.

Ye Wuyou was lost in a blur of passion. He shifted his hips to press against Xiao Yunan. “I only want to spend every night in pleasure with Your Majesty.”

Ye Wuyou mentally spat on his own flexible moral bottom line once more.

Tonight, the “flower-thief” wore Ye Wuyou’s face, and Xiao Yunan’s reason finally snapped.

After meeting his “Beloved Xiao,” the General woke up satisfied and ready for morning drills. He was surprised to find the sun was already high in the sky; embarrassed, he quickly tidied his bedding.

Stepping out of his tent, he saw a busy Yang Nin and, behind him, a familiar figure who could barely walk straight.

Hah! Isn’t this the imperial chef I’ve praised so many times!

Ye Wuyou hurried over and helpfully supported the chef. “Why did His Majesty exile you?” he asked, puzzled.

The chef, who looked like he had barely survived the trip, couldn’t even speak. He only stared at Ye Wuyou with a look of deep resentment before slamming a bundle of clothes into the General’s face.

Ye Wuyou suddenly understood and sheepishly rubbed his cheek.

He had just been interrogating His Majesty in his dream. and it turns out His Majesty had already packed up the chef and sent him over.

Ye Wuyou decided that the next time he met “Beloved Xiao,” he would act with a bit more politeness and tenderness.

After all, he had made the Emperor turn “red-hot” with anger last night.