Chapter 565 No, I can’t fall asleep after waking up

Mo Liyuan stopped talking and leaned over, one hand around her knees, the other around her waist and back, and lifted her up sideways! His movements were powerful and domineering.

He held her in his arms, turned around and walked straight towards the master bedroom where the light was still on. His steps were steady but filled with irresistible power.

The door slammed shut behind him, blocking out any prying eyes from outside.

The candlelight flickered in the room. Mo Liyuan walked a few steps to the bedside and carefully put Lan Xiyue down. Before she could sit firmly, his tall figure suddenly fell down with a strong sense of oppression, and his hot breath approached instantly.

Lan Xiyue's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously stretched out her hands and pressed them against his firm, hot chest to prevent him from getting any closer. Her voice was a little hurried: "Mo Liyuan! Wait!"

Mo Liyuan paused, his deep black eyes fixed on her, filled with intense desire and lingering anger.

Lan Xiyue looked at his handsome face so close to her, feeling the aggressive aura coming from him. She took a deep breath and said clearly, "I...I'm pregnant."

Mo Liyuan's body suddenly froze, as if struck by an invisible thunderbolt.

All the actions and emotions were completely frozen at this moment.

He maintained a leaning posture, like a perfect stone sculpture, but in his deep eyes, there were huge waves of shock, ecstasy, disbelief... all kinds of complex emotions were madly intertwined and surging.

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, his voice dry and almost inaudible, with a great sense of confusion and caution, he repeated: "...What?"

Lan Xiyue felt like laughing at his reaction. She rolled her eyes at him unhappily and repeated clearly, "I said, I'm pregnant! Your child!"

Mo Liyuan carefully and gently covered Lan Xiyue's still flat belly.

His deep eyes stared at the area beneath the fabric, his Adam's apple rolling, his voice low and hoarse with a hint of disbelief as he murmured, "This prince... is going to be a father?"

"Hmm!" A light snort escaped from Lan Xiyue's nose.

Mo Liyuan's heart burned. He gently embraced her again, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on the top of her soft head. His voice was hoarse but full of apology and determination: "Yu'er, I was wrong. I was just thinking that the Queen Mother was overwhelmed with grief and mentally unstable due to the sudden death of my brother. I thought of temporarily accommodating her for a while to let her calm down... I never thought that she would become even more aggressive and treat you..."

He tightened his arms, as if to carve this promise into his bones and blood. "It won't happen again, Yue'er. Believe me, after you rest for a few days, we will return to the palace, okay?"

Lan Xiyue blinked in his arms, her long eyelashes brushing against his clothes. "But, we're already out... I haven't had enough fun yet. I haven't even gone to Xichu to have a look yet!"

Mo Liyuan's body stiffened slightly when he heard this, and the arm around her tightened unconsciously. A complex shadow passed through his deep eyes, with worry and helplessness, which eventually settled into a trace of solemnity.

He was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Yuer... Actually, the secret guards I sent to Western Chu recently reported back that your... biological father is still alive, but... he's been secretly imprisoned in a secluded place by the Queen of Western Chu."

"What?!" Lan Xiyue suddenly raised her head from his arms, "He's still alive?! Imprisoned?!" This news was like a huge rock thrown into the lake of her heart, causing a thousand waves.

She frowned, a hint of coldness creeping onto her brows. "That's all the more reason to go to Xichu! I want to ask that man in person why my mother gave herself to him when she was clearly married to Lan Zhenrong... and why didn't he take my mother with him!"

Mo Liyuan patted her back soothingly with his big hand, and his voice became softer: "Yuer, you are pregnant now. The journey to Xichu is too long, so it is really not suitable..."

"I have space!" Lan Xiyue interrupted him, her tone firm. "When you feel tired, I'll go in and rest. It's safer and more comfortable than any post station. You can rest assured."

Mo Liyuan looked at her stubborn and determined eyes, knowing her temperament very well, and in the end he could only let out a helpless and doting sigh.

He lowered his head, placed a solemn kiss on her smooth forehead, and promised, "Okay! I will accompany Yue'er to Western Chu, even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will follow you."

After he finished speaking, he gently took off her cloak and carefully held her in his arms and laid her down.

The days of running around, anxiety, and the huge emotional impact at this moment had already exhausted his energy.

But after a moment, his even and steady breathing sounded in Lan Xiyue's ears, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Lan Xiyue leaned over, taking in the hazy moonlight filtering through the window, and carefully studied his sleeping face. His usually stern and imposing face was now devoid of all defenses, yet a lingering trace of fatigue lingered between his brows, and the faint dark circles beneath his eyes were particularly noticeable.

Her heart ached slightly. This guy must have chased her all the way from the capital and hadn't even slept a wink.

She stretched out her slender fingers, poked his hard chest lightly with a hint of annoyance, and murmured softly: "Serves you right! Who told you to be soft-hearted and let Anya into the house? You deserve it..."

However, despite his tough words, a soft touch of heartache quietly spread in his eyes.

The strength of her fingertips turned into a gentle caress, carefully brushing across his slightly furrowed brows, smoothing out the traces of fatigue.

Finally, she found a comfortable position in his warm embrace and fell asleep as well.

The next morning, Lan Xiyue woke up slowly to a strange and gentle touch.

In a daze, she felt a warm and broad hand slowly and gently caressing and tracing her lower abdomen.

She lazily opened her sleepy eyes, and what came into view was Mo Liyuan's focused profile. He leaned his head to the side, his deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the clothes and fall on the as yet invisible little life. The movements of his fingertips were full of the surprise and clumsy love of a new father.

Lan Xiyue couldn't help but yawn a little, her voice hoarse from just waking up: "What are you doing? So early in the morning... disturbing my sweet sleep..."

Mo Liyuan turned his head when he heard the voice. He leaned over and pecked her lightly on the lips, his voice low and pleasant: "Did you wake up my Yue'er? I just... wanted to talk to our child in advance and cultivate some feelings." There was an almost silly smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was completely different from the regent who was usually ruthless and decisive.

Lan Xiyue rolled her eyes in annoyance: "It's only been about a month, what kind of relationship are you trying to cultivate?"

"Yuer, do you want to sleep a little longer? It's still early." Mo Liyuan asked considerately.

Lan Xiyue shook her head, lifted the quilt and sat up, her long black hair falling down her shoulders like a waterfall: "No, I can't fall asleep again after waking up."