Intoxicated and passionate, pregnancy quietly arrives.
The grand wedding banquet for the Crown Prince and Lu Beichen lasted until late at night. Prince Yi, Zhao Jingyi, had completely let loose today. He was happy for his good brother Lu Beichen, and also because his wife had unusually indulged him by not stopping him from drinking. He drank almost everything offered, becoming completely drunk. On the carriage back to the palace, he was already unconscious, clinging to Qin Yuti like a leech, mumbling incoherently, "Wife...good wife..."
After finally getting him back to the palace and helping him into the inner room, Qin Yuti was already drenched in sweat. She was about to call a maid in to help him wash up when Zhao Jingyi suddenly embraced her, burying his burning cheeks in the crook of her neck, his breath, heavy with the smell of alcohol, spraying onto her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Yu Ti...don't go..." His voice was hoarse, sticky with drunkenness and domineering, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
"Your Highness, you've had too much to drink. Let me go and have someone bring you a bowl of hangover soup." Qin Yuti tried to push him away, but the drunk man's strength was astonishing.
"I don't want to drink... I just want you..." Zhao Jingyi raised his head, looking at her with hazy, drunken eyes. In the candlelight, her cheeks, flushed from her busyness, were particularly alluring. He smiled foolishly and lowered his head to kiss her.
Qin Yuti turned her head away, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance in her voice: "Zhao Jingyi! You reek of alcohol, you stink! Let go of me!"
Her attempt to dodge only fueled Zhao Jingyi's stubbornness. Fueled by alcohol, he recklessly scooped her up in his arms and staggered towards the bed. Qin Yuti cried out in alarm, pounding his shoulder, "Put me down! You drunkard!"
"I won't let go... She's my own wife... Why should I let her go..." Zhao Jingyi gently placed her on the soft brocade quilt, his heavy body immediately covering hers, carrying his burning body heat and the scent of alcohol. His kisses fell like raindrops, filled with an undeniable possessiveness, no longer the playful demands of the past, but brimming with aggression and... a hint of barely perceptible fear and attachment. It was as if only through this close embrace could he confirm that she was truly beside him, and would never disappear again.
Qin Yuti initially struggled, but her attitude gradually softened under his almost domineering yet trembling embrace. She remembered his frantic search for her, and his despair upon learning of her suicide attempt, and her heart suddenly softened. Perhaps, this drunken night had stripped away his usual carefree mask, revealing his deepest unease.
She no longer resisted, but instead reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding awkwardly. Encouraged by her response, Zhao Jingyi's movements became increasingly urgent and passionate. The red candles flickered, the curtains hung low, and the room was filled with the enchanting light of spring. Fueled by the wine, they lingered and entwined until late into the night, finally falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms.
The next morning.
Zhao Jingyi woke up with a severe headache and aches all over his body. He rubbed his temples, opened his eyes groggily, and fragments of last night's frenzied memories flooded his mind, making him freeze instantly. He carefully turned his head and saw Qin Yuti with her back to him, seemingly still asleep, her snow-white shoulders and neck exposed outside the quilt covered with ambiguous red marks.
"Oh no..." Zhao Jingyi's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly sobered up. He remembered that he had been... very... rough last night? He tiptoed out of bed, intending to go and lay low for a while.
"Where do you want to go?" A cool voice sounded from behind him, hoarse from just waking up, which made Zhao Jingyi freeze in place.
He turned around stiffly, forcing a fawning smile: "Honey, you're awake? Um... I drank too much last night... I didn't... I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Qin Yuti sat up, the brocade quilt slipped off, and she pulled the quilt up to cover herself, glancing at him expressionlessly: "What does Your Highness think of yourself?"
Looking at the marks on her body and then at her expressionless face, Zhao Jingyi felt a surge of anxiety. He quickly apologized, "I was wrong! Honey! If I drink this much again, I'll be a dog! You... why don't you hit me a few times to vent your anger?" As he spoke, he actually moved his face closer.
Qin Yuti looked at his cowardly appearance, feeling both annoyed and amused. In the end, she just sighed and rubbed her aching back: "Fine, if he dares to do this again, I won't let him off easily. Why don't you call someone to bring in hot water to wash up?"
Zhao Jingyi felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and immediately went to instruct his servants to serve him a hundred times more attentively than usual.
Days passed by, and more than a month had gone by in the blink of an eye.
That morning, while having breakfast, Qin Yuti suddenly felt nauseous and vomited. She managed to drink a few mouthfuls of congee, but couldn't eat anything else. At first, she thought it was just because the weather was getting warmer and her stomach was upset, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
However, this continued for several days, and she felt unusually tired and sleepy. Zhao Jingyi was the first to notice something was wrong and became extremely anxious, insisting on summoning the imperial physician immediately.
The imperial physician rushed over and carefully took Qin Yuti's pulse. He held his breath, his fingers resting on her wrist for a long time, his brow furrowing slightly before relaxing, a joyful smile spreading across his face. He rose, bowed deeply to the anxiously waiting Zhao Jingyi and the slightly pale Qin Yuti, and loudly congratulated her:
"Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness! Your Highness is pregnant! Judging from the pulse, it has been more than a month, and the pregnancy is stable! The Prince's Mansion will soon have a little prince or a little princess!"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
Zhao Jingyi froze on the spot, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape. As if he hadn't understood, he stammered, "Imperial Physician... what... what did you say? A... a positive pulse?"
"Absolutely true! It is indeed a pregnancy pulse!" the imperial physician confirmed with a smile.
Overwhelmed by immense joy, Zhao Jingyi was instantly engulfed! He jumped up, spun around several times like a child, then rushed to the bedside, wanting to hug Qin Yuti but hesitant to use his strength, flustered and incoherent: "Yuti! Did you hear that? We're having a baby! I'm going to be a father! You're going to be a mother! Haha! That's wonderful!"
Qin Yuti was also stunned. Her hand subconsciously touched her still flat stomach, where a tiny life was already growing? Yes... Counting the days, it was that night when she was drunk... Two blushes appeared on her cheeks, and a strange and warm feeling welled up in her heart, mixed with a little panic, but more than that, an indescribable joy.
Zhao Jingyi was so excited he didn't know what to do. He loudly announced to the imperial physician and the servants in the room, "Rewards! Everyone will be rewarded! Huge rewards! The Prince's manor's monthly allowance will be doubled this month! No! Tripled!"
The news spread like wildfire throughout the Prince's residence, the Imperial Palace, and to the ears of everyone who cared about them.
Prince Yi's Mansion was immersed in unprecedented joy and busyness because of this sudden good news.
Our Prince Yi, who is about to become a father, after the initial ecstasy, began to fall into a sweet yet tense "pregnant man" anxiety, causing even more hilarious situations.
A new chapter is about to unfold, accompanied by the arrival of new life.
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