Summon two imperial physicians to treat my morning sickness.

Another month has passed.

Since the beginning of this month, not only has Xiao Yu become lazy and neglected court affairs, but Wei Shuang has also begun to pay less attention to politics, focusing all her attention on Xiao Yu and treating him with utmost care. She watched helplessly as Xiao Yu's flat stomach developed a small belly.

A small belly, imperial offspring, one's own child.

Wei Shuang's heart softened, and she became increasingly obedient to Xiao Yu. She was bitten on the back of her neck several times and almost entered her susceptible period directly because of Xiao Yu's scent.

Fortunately, Wei Shuang was always very patient; her emotions remained only superficial, and she didn't dare to go any further.

Two months have passed since the rainy season, and the two of them now treat each other with more respect in bed...

Xiao Yu was so depressed that she couldn't eat and refused many of her usual favorite snacks.

The ministers were also filled with anxiety.

Since November, winter has arrived. At first, everyone was happy not to have to brave the cold wind to attend the morning court. Working under the lazy Emperor Xiao Yu, it was normal to take five or six days off a month. If anything happened, the Regent would be there to cover for them. But half a month of holidays has already passed in November, and tomorrow is the first day of the new year. The Regent seems to have made up his mind to abandon his duties, and he has been missing for a week. Now everyone is starting to worry that the Great Liang is doomed.

Unable to tolerate it any longer, Wang Ruofu stormed into the palace.

She saw Xiao Yu, who was sleeping lightly in Wei Shuang's arms, and the memorials piled up on the table.

Wei Shuang was reading the contents of the memorial to Xiao Yu sentence by sentence. Xiao Yu would occasionally reply, but he ignored most of the unimportant parts and left them to Wei Shuang to handle.

Upon seeing Wang Ruofu arrive, Xiao Yu struggled to lift her eyelids, her voice soft and languid: "Teacher, is there something important to report?"

Wang Ruofu had long since ceased to serve as the emperor's tutor. After Xiao Yu was able to handle government affairs independently, Wang Ruofu was ruthlessly ousted by Wei Shuang. However, Xiao Yu would still respectfully address Wang Ruofu as "teacher."

Wang Ruofu: "..."

Now you don't even try to hide it from people anymore, is that it?

Wang Ruofu glanced uncertainly at the memorial on the table.

Well, it's fine. In any case, staying together isn't about indulging in pleasure. The weather is cold, and Xiao Yu is suffering from a cold, so it's not good for him to be cold. Let's skip the morning court session.

Wang Ruofu swallowed the words "femme fatale" that were rising in his throat with difficulty, and then nimbly slid his tongue across the surface: "Your Majesty, you are now past the age of twenty, and it is time for you to consider having an heir."

It doesn't matter who gives birth to him, as long as the imperial heir is surnamed Xiao, don't let the Liang dynasty fall into the hands of that brat surnamed Wei!

After months of unsettling rumors, the court officials are now extremely tolerant of Xiao Yu's interest in Wei Shuang, especially after new rumors emerged that Wei Shuang wanted to usurp the throne.

Everyone felt that it wasn't a bad idea to have Empress Ganjun, since with His Majesty around, the Xiao family bloodline wouldn't be cut off, and the Liang dynasty would always have a successor.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu let out a heavy sigh, straightened up from Wei Shuang, and looked coolly at the tassel hanging down beside him: "Yes, I should consider it, but unfortunately, some people are not cooperating."

Wang Ruofu was shocked and looked at Wei Shuang in disbelief.

The incense on an emperor's body... could it be faked?

You're all so sickeningly sweet! Wei Shuang hasn't even served the emperor yet? Didn't rumors already circulate a few days ago about the emperor's bed?

Wang Ruofu asked himself three questions in a row.

Then they would have to talk about the bedchamber. Wang Ruofu blushed and stopped talking. He stammered for a long time, and finally sighed in exasperation, stomping his foot on the floor.

“Your Highness, if you are unwell, you should still summon the imperial physician…” After drinking three cups of tea, Wang Ruofu prepared to leave the palace. Before leaving, he looked at Wei Shuang, hesitating to speak.

Wei Shuang: "..."

"Your Majesty, I have something I wish to discuss with Prime Minister Wang." Wei Shuang exchanged glances with Xiao Yu, her face expressionless.

Xiao Yu was holding back his laughter so hard he almost passed out. He covered his mouth and waved his hand.

With the emperor's approval, Wei Shuang took two steps into the inner room and placed Xiao Yu and an important memorial that she had not yet finished reading on the dragon bed that had been made up.

Wei Shuang stepped out from behind the screen and nodded to Wang Ruofu: "Prime Minister, may I speak with you in private?"

It was chilly outside, so the two moved to a side hall with the underfloor heating running.

Wei Shuang didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "His Majesty has made up his mind."

Wang Ruofu did not have a good impression of Wei Shuang, especially after he learned that Wei Shuang had taken the emperor to the hunting grounds without permission. He often felt that this man harbored evil intentions. He glared at him and said, "Even if we have him, it cannot interfere with the affairs of state!"

Wait a minute? This person just said someone had something.

Wang Ruofu's expression softened slightly, his right hand trembling as he touched his long, graying beard, and cautiously asked, "...What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty is pregnant." Wei Shuang smiled slightly.

Wang Ruofu's vision went black for a moment, but Wei Shuang quickly helped the old man up and helped him sit down in a chair.

It's no wonder Wang Ruofu wasn't mentally prepared. The call to have a child had barely reached the Emperor's ears when, within moments, His Majesty was pregnant... with Wei Shuang's child...

What a terrible thing!

Thinking of Xiao Yu, Wang Ruofu's attitude softened again. When his wife was first pregnant, she was always restless and had a poor appetite. She would feel like vomiting even though there were delicacies on the table. She suffered a lot.

Now that Your Majesty is pregnant... As a man, and being pampered, Your Majesty will likely have to endure even more hardship.

Wang Ruofu immediately felt sympathy for Xiao Yu.

He hadn't been involved in state affairs for a month, and there weren't any major problems in the court. In the past month, he had been arguing about trivial matters every day. Xiao Yu didn't want to listen to them, but the imperial heir was the most important thing!

The succession is of utmost importance; Your Majesty should prioritize the imperial heirs!

Wang Ruofu gave Wei Shuang a serious look and said, "Now that Your Majesty is pregnant, you should be resting and recuperating. How can you let Your Majesty work so hard!"

Wei Shuang: "..."

He was the one who was working hard, but Xiao Yu only clung to him because she wanted the scent of incense, and she only read the memorials because she was sleepy...

"How can we hide such a joyous occasion as Your Majesty's pregnancy!" Wang Ruofu paused, then asked, "How many months pregnant is Your Majesty?"

Wei Shuang: "…………"

Wang Ruofu's attitude changed so quickly, taking three turns in a row, that Wei Shuang was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"You don't even know what month it is?" Wang Ruofu was furious and ready to rush up and slap Wei Shuang at any moment.

“…two months.” Wei Shuang was startled and made a quick deduction.

"Oh! You forbade me to say anything when Madam was less than three months pregnant with the child." Wang Ruofu looked at Wei Shuang with the expression of a doting father who thought, "You've gotten a good deal."

For the first time, Wei Shuang realized that his colleagues in court were so good at self-justification. Before he could even explain, Wang Ruofu had already figured out the cause and effect and convinced himself.

"Prime Minister Wang." As Wang Ruofu was about to leave, Wei Shuang couldn't help but call him back again, "His Majesty's current health condition is not suitable for too many people to know."

He hadn't yet figured out how to start the conversation to face the storm of Xiao Yu's wrath.

Wang Ruofu gave a knowing sneer and blew on his mustache: "Your Majesty is pregnant with the dragon's child, so naturally you must be more careful. I know that."

Wang Ruofu was personally escorted out of the palace by Wei Shuang, where he bumped into Feng Shun.

As he got older, he couldn't help but nag a bit more. Wang Ruofu didn't like Wei Shuang very much, but he was all smiles at Feng Shun, who served Xiao Yu. He pulled Feng Shun aside without making a sound and stood by the roadside, lowering his voice: "His Majesty is different now than usual. A pregnant woman is inevitably more precious. I'm sorry to trouble Eunuch Feng to take good care of His Majesty when serving him."

"??!"

Feng Shun was stunned, but as an old man who had seen many storms, Feng Gonggong instantly came up with a solution. He narrowed his eyes, waved his whisk, and led Wang Ruofu onto the path: "This old servant is dull-witted. How did you, Prime Minister Wang, know that His Majesty is pregnant?"

"Oh dear, Father-in-law, look at my old mind! I'm getting old and my brain isn't working as well. I forgot His Majesty's instructions in the blink of an eye. His Majesty just reminded me that since I'm not three months pregnant, I shouldn't tell anyone for fear of disturbing the imperial fetus. I understand now. Once I leave the palace, no one else will know!" Wang Ruofu, as expected, took the opportunity to assume that Feng Shun was giving him a hint. He laughed heartily and patted his chest to assure him that he was as happy as if he had just held his grandson.

After seeing Wang Ruofu off, Feng Shun was finally able to release the astonishment that had been building up in his chest. He circled the pillars of the sleeping quarters three times and silently shouted for a quarter of an hour towards the blue sky above the red walls and green tiles.

Your Majesty! Am I no longer your trusted chief eunuch?! How could you not inform this old servant of such a momentous matter immediately?!

Feng Shun entered the palace to serve, carrying a bellyful of bitterness. Sure enough, he saw Xiao Yu looking listless and weak, leaning against Wei Shuang's chest, having someone rub his stomach.

After the separation, when Wei Shuang was by his side, Xiao Yu disliked having anyone serving him. The scent of wine on Wei Shuang was too unrestrained and always tempted him to do things that he wouldn't allow others to find out.

Upon seeing Feng Shun, Xiao Yu's stomach growled appropriately, and he looked out at the bright sunshine outside the palace.

I've been spending these past two days with Wei Shuang and I keep forgetting the time; it's time to serve the meal.

Fortunately, Feng Shun reminded me, otherwise I would have starved myself to death.

"Serve the meal, keep it light, I haven't had much of an appetite lately."

Xiao Yu closed his eyes again. He not only had no appetite, but he was also vomiting everything he ate. He couldn't live without Wei Shuangxin's fragrance, and he was also feeling chills all over his body. He probably caught a cold because of the recent cool weather.

The thought of having to drink endless bitter medicine made Xiao Yu hug her arms, feeling nauseous and trembling.

"Yes..." Feng Shun stared at Wei Shuang's lower abdomen for two seconds with trepidation, then hurried towards the imperial kitchen with small, quick steps.

The table was quickly filled with food, and Xiao Yu looked at the greasy food and felt a sour taste rising in her stomach.

Light... does that mean the chicken soup has the oil removed and the vegetables have the red peppers removed?!

There was also a bland, white pork knuckle on the table, which Xiao Yu couldn't bear to look at. He covered his mouth and walked into the inner hall, leaning against the dragon bed and dry heaving.

"Your Majesty, this rice porridge has pickled radish added, please use some." Wei Shuang followed in with a bowl. Over the past month, he had studied a lot about pregnancy and knew that Xiao Yu must be experiencing morning sickness.

Sour foods can stop nausea, and books say that pregnant men can eat some sour foods appropriately.

"It's quite appetizing." Smelling the sour aroma of the pickled radish, Xiao Yu's stomach growled. He sat on the edge of the bed and opened his mouth towards Wei Shuang.

After eating only a few bites, Xiao Yu lost her appetite again.

It took Wei Shuang almost half an hour to coax Xiao Yu to eat a small bowl of porridge.

This won't do.

Wei Shuang thought solemnly.

He couldn't just eat rice porridge with pickled radishes; he had to go to the Imperial Hospital to find a physician to prescribe some medicinal diet suitable for a pregnant man, and then instruct the Imperial Kitchen to deliver it according to the recipe.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yu, who was struggling with the churning in his stomach, thought listlessly: How can I not eat anything? I still have to beat Wei Shuang.

"Your Majesty, I am preparing to go to the Imperial Hospital..."

"Wei Shuang, go and summon Imperial Physicians Zhang and Li to me."

The two opened their mouths almost simultaneously.

Xiao Yu put her hand on Wei Shuang's shoulder with relief.

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Author's note: [doge] To truly care for your wife, you must first tell her the truth!

Next chapter: Huh? Am I the only one who didn't know? [Angry]

[Dog head carrying a rose]