It seems that Her Majesty is truly pregnant.
The marks left on her body a month ago had not yet faded, and her stomach had been upset for nearly a month. Xiao Yu became increasingly reluctant to seek medical help and resolutely opposed seeing the imperial physician.
Being marked by Wei Shuang was already a huge loss of face; if he were to summon the imperial physician for such a mere mark, what would become of his dignity as emperor?
"A little rubbing will do the trick. You're trying to trick me into taking bitter medicine again." Xiao Yu turned the tables.
Wei Shuang had no choice but to release a little fragrance to tightly wrap Xiao Yu up.
Xiao Yu nestled comfortably in Wei Shuang's arms.
Imperial dignity and imperial might were completely forgotten.
The two became inseparable again. His Majesty and the Regent were always together, eating and living together. Xiao Yu wished he could stay with Wei Shuang forever.
Seeing how much Xiao Yu clung to Wei Shuang, Feng Shun felt a pang of toothache.
This morning they were saying they'd throw the regent into prison, but in just a few words, they've appeased him.
Alas... if it fails once, it will surely happen again. Feng Shun, being prepared, summoned some palace servants.
“Make sure His Majesty’s private prison is properly cleaned up. The Regent might have to move in someday…” Feng Shun instructed earnestly. “If the Regent is comfortable, His Majesty will be comfortable too.”
The palace servants exchanged bewildered glances, then turned and headed towards the Imperial Household Department...
Night fell in the blink of an eye.
The late autumn night was extremely cold, and the underfloor heating was deliberately left off; a thick cotton quilt had been changed on the dragon bed early on.
"I'm cold." Xiao Yu changed into his nightgown with Wei Shuang's help and sat on the edge of the dragon bed with his legs crossed.
Wei Shuang stepped forward and wrapped the person in a thick quilt, turning them into a ball of Xiao Yu.
"It's still cold even with the blanket on." Xiao Yu looked at Wei Shuang with a quiet gaze, her beautiful golden eyes blinking.
"I will send men to open the earthen ceiling." Wei Shuang grasped Xiao Yu's cold hand, frowned, and turned to leave.
"...I want you to hold me!" As the warm palm left his hand, Xiao Yu jumped out of the still-warm bedding in a hurry, barefoot, and tugged at the sleeve of Wei Shuang's outer robe.
Wei Shuang suddenly realized and turned around, seeing Xiao Yu's bare feet without shoes or socks. With a stern face, she carried him back to the dragon bed.
"It's cold, and I'm barefoot. The ground is chilly, and there's no heating in the house." Wei Shuang grumbled as she changed into her nightgown and climbed onto the dragon bed, snuggling up to Xiao Yu, radiating the heat of the imperial palace.
“But if you don’t leave, I won’t walk barefoot on the ground,” Xiao Yu said.
Wei Shuang didn't reply. He reached out and wrapped Xiao Yu's cold hands in the blanket, then hugged Xiao Yu and the blanket together, holding Xiao Yu's equally cold hands from behind.
"It's getting colder earlier than usual this year. Your Majesty must be careful to avoid catching a cold. We should start the fire tomorrow." Wei Shuang placed her hand on Xiao Yu's abdomen, releasing a comforting incense stick with deep concern.
The wine, infused with the fragrance of osmanthus, was equally intoxicating. Xiao Yu yawned, tilted his head back, and leaned on Wei Shuang's shoulder: "Then will you still sleep with me?"
“Your Majesty’s summons is my duty,” Wei Shuang replied.
"Oh... so you'll only agree if I summon you?" Xiao Yu's stomach sank again, his brows furrowed, and he looked slightly displeased.
"If Your Majesty does not summon me, I will be deceiving the Emperor." Wei Shuang laughed. "The crime of deceiving the Emperor is punishable by beheading."
Xiao Yu suddenly changed the subject: "I reckon Wei Shuang's most vulnerable period is in the next couple of days, right?"
After Gan Jun and Kun Zhe complete the marking, their periods of fertility and their periods of intimacy will become infinitely close. Xiao Yu's differentiation date was originally just before Wei Shuang's period of fertility was about to arrive. After the marking was completed a month ago, their periods of intimacy are now almost overlapping.
Xiao Yu's topic changed so suddenly that Wei Shuang raised her eyebrows in slight surprise and replied softly, "Yes."
“I let you have your turn last time during your vulnerable period, so it’s my turn this time.” Xiao Yu turned his head and looked sincerely into Wei Shuang’s eyes. “I’m telling you in advance, otherwise you’ll throw a tantrum at me for some trivial reason.”
Then he made me spend a month alone in an empty bed.
"Could it be that Your Majesty's rain... has already started its sensitive period?" Wei Shuang couldn't help but look at Xiao Yu's lower abdomen. The soft lower abdomen only had a little bit of soft flesh that hadn't been exercised, without much undulation.
Wei Shuang rubbed Xiao Yu's belly, and Xiao Yu squinted comfortably, looking languid.
"Not yet, but it should be soon." Xiao Yu counted on her fingers, determined to win over Wei Shuang during the next susceptible period.
“If Your Majesty wishes, there’s no need to wait until I’m at my most vulnerable.” Wei Shuang found Xiao Yu’s persistence amusing. He mischievously released his own fragrance under Xiao Yu’s nose, and soon, Xiao Yu, who was nestled in his arms, froze.
Wei Shuang released even more, and Xiao Yu visibly panicked, unable to straighten her already weak waist.
The same was true in other places; once the scent of new alcohol was detected, it became rampant.
"What have you done to me now?" Xiao Yu asked in a soft voice, his expression fierce but menacing.
“It’s normal for you to want me after I mark you, and that’s all you’ll ever think about.” Wei Shuang explained patiently, word by word. He didn’t actually intend to do anything to Xiao Yu. Before confirming Xiao Yu’s physical condition, Wei Shuang really didn’t dare to act rashly.
If there really is an imperial heir... given Xiao Yu's sickly body, if he acts impulsively, not only will Xiao Yu suffer, but the child will also suffer.
"You must have done something to my body! I am a godfather, how could I possibly have such a reaction!" A godfather is not a lover, and Xiao Yu firmly believed that he could not possibly be made of water.
"Hmm...it's all my fault." Wei Shuang paused, then continued to coax Xiao Yu.
But with the initial refusal followed by the enticement, Wei Shuang's words now seemed like mere perfunctory responses to Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu took a deep breath, moved her warm body out of Wei Shuang's arms, pulled the whole quilt over her shoulder, and sullenly huddled in the corner of the bed.
“Your Majesty…” Wei Shuang placed her hand on Xiao Yu’s waist through the blanket.
Xiao Yu: "I'm sleepy."
Then he never said another word.
Wei Shuang felt bitter. Xiao Yu's reaction just now was clearly that of a Kun Zhe (a type of cultivator) facing Gan Jun (another type of cultivator), but Wei Shuang didn't know how to point out his Kun Zhe identity to Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu's soft nature and toughness were all an act. Wei Shuang was also afraid that if Xiao Yu knew the truth, he would react the same way he did when facing the ominous golden eyes.
He kissed Xiao Yu's eyes repeatedly until Xiao Yu finally reconciled with her own eyes. But Wei Shuang knew that Xiao Yu still cared deeply about her eyes, which had been cursed as unlucky for fifteen years.
But Xiao Yu was right to scold him. Wei Shuang did indeed harbor ill intentions towards the current emperor, and his actions were utterly reckless. However, now that the fate of the world is sealed, if Xiao Yu truly uses his identity as a Kun Zhe to scheme against him...
Wei Shuang leaned close to Xiao Yu and whispered in his ear, "If Your Majesty can outwit me, it's not necessarily a bad thing."
Wei Shuang was confident in the difference in physical strength between himself and Xiao Yu, and even though Xiao Yu used a muscle relaxant, he still found it difficult to submit.
Upon hearing this, the small blanket, wrapped up in a ball, generously left a corner for Wei Shuang, revealing a small section of her fair neck.
"It hurts, bite me." The heat Wei Shuang stirred up warmed up Xiao Yu's cold body. The pleasure he had indulged in a few days ago had made him crave more, and whenever Xiao Yu closed his eyes, the images from those days would uncontrollably appear in his mind.
As he thought about it, his body grew increasingly uncomfortable, and he desperately craved Wei Shuang's scented incense and...
Stop!
Having failed once was enough; he absolutely could not risk it a second time. Therefore, Xiao Yu could only allow, and could only accept, Wei Shuang's letter of remembrance.
“Okay…” Wei Shuang’s breath was very close.
The aroma of the wine was successfully injected into the gland, and Xiao Yu let out a muffled groan. The pain in her lower abdomen, which had been tense and aching due to the heat, suddenly disappeared.
Wei Shuang's warmth enveloped her chilled body, which was more reassuring than the thick blankets covering her. Before long, Xiao Yu, who was already exhausted and sleepy, fell into a deep sleep.
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The next day, when Xiao Yu opened her eyes, she carefully moved her crossed legs and felt refreshed after finding nothing amiss.
He inhaled the fragrance of the herbs all night and slept exceptionally well.
But when he turned around, he saw Wei Shuang's face and inexplicably started to get angry again.
You've made me suffer for a whole month without ever giving me a break. Once I've secretly practiced martial arts with Ji Lian for a few more days, I'll definitely subdue you completely on the bed.
I don't want to talk to Wei Shuang.
Xiao Yu, harboring a bellyful of evil schemes, went to the Hidden Tiger Hall.
As the little mountain lord grew larger, the Hall of Mental Cultivation could no longer accommodate such a large creature weighing four or five hundred pounds. So Xiao Yu converted it into a new palace for the mountain lord to frolic in, naming it the Hall of Hidden Tigers.
Xiao Yu had a special fondness for tigers because of the tiger doll his mother had sewn, not to mention that he and Xiao Shan Jun even shared similar golden eyes.
As usual, Xiao Yu carried the meat bucket and pushed open the palace door where Xiao Shanjun lived.
Xiao Shan Jun was catching fish by the pond outside the courtyard when he smelled Xiao Yu's scent and ran over from afar. He then lay down on the ground, belly up, and acted coquettishly towards Xiao Yu.
"Does Lord Xiaoshan miss me?" Xiao Yu squatted down, holding a piece of fine red meat in his hand.
"Awoo..." Little Mountain Lord didn't look at the meat, but kept rubbing his head against Xiao Yu, looking like he really wanted it.
"It's my fault, I haven't come for a month." Xiao Yu rubbed the tiger's head, and reached for the meat with his other hand.
Wei Shuang, who was secretly observing from behind the gatepost, suddenly tensed up and crushed a piece of tree branch.
Wei Shuang learned from Shen Que that felines rub their heads against people to mark their scent. Xiao Yu had already been marked by her. Was this little thing trying to cover up her scent?
Driven by Gan Jun's possessiveness, Wei Shuang looked at the adult Siberian tiger in the yard with a long face, displeased with everything about it.
But Xiao Yu insisted on adding fuel to the fire.
“I knew it, Xiao Shanjun only wants me.” Xiao Yuxin handed the meat to Xiao Shanjun’s mouth, and subtly glanced at a certain pillar that was exuding a strong smell of vinegar and wine, and continued, “Unlike some people, who are like blocks of wood and think about nothing but me.”
“…I am not a block of wood.” Wei Shuang walked out from behind the pillar with a blank face and bowed to Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu snorted softly, without turning around, and continued to place her hand on the head of the overly docile Little Mountain Lord.
Strangely enough, in the past, when Xiao Yu visited, Xiao Shan Jun would always pounce on Xiao Yu enthusiastically, and would not stop until he put his furry paws on Xiao Yu's body. But today, Xiao Shan Jun, who is usually lively and active, was as docile as a kitten. He just rubbed against Xiao Yu and then quietly snuggled up to her side.
Not only that, Wei Shuang and Xiao Shan Jun have always had a good relationship, but today Xiao Shan Jun bristled after smelling Wei Shuang's scent. He stood in front of Xiao Yu and growled at Wei Shuang.
"What's wrong? He's Wei Shuang, don't you recognize him?" Xiao Yu was very satisfied with Xiao Shan Jun's united attitude towards the outside world, and reached out to stroke Xiao Shan Jun's thick nape hair to soothe him.
Seeing that its master had no greater malice towards Wei Shuang, Xiao Shanju lay down next to Xiao Yu again, carefully snuggling into Xiao Yu's arms and gently sniffing Xiao Yu's belly.
It then pointed its long tail and tiger claws at Wei Shuang, who harbored ill intentions.
Wei Shuang: "..."
When Xiao Shan Jun was picked up, he was quite intelligent. Now that he was protecting Xiao Yu's belly like this, Wei Shuang's cheeks flushed, and she slowly covered her face.
Your Majesty is probably really pregnant.
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Author's Note: Your Majesty, please summon the imperial physician quickly! [doge head with rose in hand]
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