Mu Feng said that Yin Er would wake up soon, and he really did wake up not long after.
When Yin Er woke up, he was still somewhat dazed and languid because he had not yet fully absorbed the divine power of Mu Feng's reassuring and warm aura.
He half-opened his eyes, not thinking about anything, and comfortably turned over, his face unconsciously rubbing against the fine royal bedding beneath him. Then he saw Long Xun sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning foolishly at him.
Long Xun hesitated for a long time. Not good with words, he thought and thought, and finally just asked with a silly smile, "Are you hungry?"
Seeing his appearance, Yin Er rarely showed a carefree smile. His deep and pure eyes, as clear and innocent as the starry sky, looked at him. He stretched out his right hand, revealing the brocade quilt, and beckoned to Long Xun with his index finger.
His hands were long and strong, with distinct knuckles, fair and smooth, calloused from sword use. A single white index finger pierced Long Xun's eye, and with a gentle hook, it attracted the emperor's full attention.
"It is getting late, Your Majesty, why don't you retire for the night?"
Yin Er's voice was still steady and calm, but because of the comfort, peace of mind and warmth that permeated his bones, it revealed a hint of laziness. The loyalty and respect that had always lingered in his voice had finally faded a bit.
Long Xun felt that Yin Er was inexplicably alluring right now, but he didn't think much of it and happily shared the good news with him: "Yin Er, you're pregnant. You have no excuse to refuse me now."
Yin Er responded lazily, holding the blanket in his arms and wrapping his long legs around it. He lay there on his side, staring at him for a long time. Only after his comfortable mind was too lazy to move did he slowly analyze the meaning behind Long Xun's words.
Oh, he's pregnant. He really can't refuse the Emperor's will... The Emperor's will? I remember now, the Emperor wanted him to be Empress, but because of his disability, he begged the Emperor to rescind the order... and then he fainted?
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He's pregnant?!
He just lay there on the bed, neither up nor down!
Yin Er finally snapped out of his blissful daze, his face turning pale with shock. He instinctively placed his hand on his lower abdomen, stammering in disbelief, "Your subordinate... I... how could this be..."
"Of course I would!" Long Xun replied matter-of-factly.
The reason why gods rarely have offspring is simply because their bloodline is too superior and their lifespan is endless, naturally making it difficult for them to have children. Otherwise, if they could have children whenever they wanted like other living beings, would any other living beings in the entire Tianyan Star Universe still exist?
The more powerful a creature is, the more difficult it is for it to reproduce. On the contrary, weak creatures will desperately try to reproduce in order to ensure the continuation of their species. Their strong reproductive ability ensures that their species will not become extinct.
But this doesn't mean they're incapable of procreation. For gods, gender and race are not issues when it comes to having children. The higher the rank of a god, the harder it is for them to have offspring, but they are actually more lenient in this regard.
Like Long Xun, he completely forgot that Yin Er was still a boy. After all, although Yin Er was handsome, he was indeed a tall, muscular man with long legs... But he never thought that Yin Er's lack of children was due to his white mole, but rather that Long Xun himself was an ancestral god.
Long Xun reached out and placed his hand on Yin Er's hand, which was covering his lower abdomen. His deep, slightly cool voice was full of tenderness and was so mellow and magnetic that it was almost like making one's ears pregnant: "You can't get too excited, or it will harm the fetus and your health."
He thought for a moment, then suppressed his smile and looked at Yin Er seriously, saying, "I am naturally happy to have offspring. If you have been upset because of it, it won't matter if you don't have any in the future."
He was inherently cold-hearted, and after Bei Chen had worn away his last remaining compassion for living beings, all the tenderness and gentleness he had left were naturally reserved for Yin Er. His happiness at having offspring was merely due to his affection for the child and the fact that it was unexpected.
Yin Er stared at him blankly for a long while before gently lowering his head, lightly stroking his lower abdomen, and whispering, "Yes..."
The consciousness that was being nurtured in a hazy state inexplicably felt a chill creeping over it, shivered, and then became even quieter.
With an heir, Yin Er had no reason to refuse. When he heard Long Xun mention the matter of being made empress, he stammered that it was inappropriate. Seeing Long Xun's face darken, he quickly shut his mouth. He felt both sweet and fearful. Subconsciously, he put on his usual blank, emotionless face as a loyal bodyguard, and sat on the bed with his head down, not saying a word.
When Mu Feng appeared with the soup in his pot, she almost thought that this incarnation of A Chen... uh, Yin Er was actually a child born out of coercion by Long Xun.
If Mu Feng didn't know that although Long Xun was cold and occasionally ruthless, he was by no means an unreasonable person who would force others to do things, she would have practically dumped the soup in her hand on his dragon horns.
When Mu Feng appeared without any concealment, Yin Er alertly raised his head and saw a man with golden hair, golden eyes, and a seven-colored brocade robe. Long, gorgeous golden tail feathers, like those of a bird, trailed on the ground around his waist, making him extremely flamboyant.
Looking at the man's face again, he had delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and extremely soft facial features. His eyes were gentle and soft, yet they were also filled with a golden light like water, which inexplicably aroused people's admiration and closeness. The golden patterns on his forehead were like fire, shimmering and dazzling.
He was extremely handsome, so handsome that seeing him felt like being in a dream, leaving one's mind blank. However, he was not as strikingly handsome as a god, like Long Xun, but rather possessed a friendly, warm, and trustworthy beauty. He had a gentle and loving beauty that was not aggressive at all, and even made people feel inexplicably moved to tears when they saw him.
It's as if you can see your mother opening her arms to embrace you, making your nose tingle and making you want to throw yourself into her arms and cry your heart out, acting spoiled and unreasonable.
Yin Er shook his head and then calmed down. When he took another closer look at Mu Feng, his face turned pale for a moment, but he still lowered his eyes without saying a word.
This man... could he be here to see the Emperor's son?
His clothes were luxurious, suggesting he came from a wealthy family. His demeanor was also exceptional, revealing his gentle and virtuous nature at a glance. His appearance was a thousand times better than the young man's; though taller than the average boy, he perfectly complemented the magnificent, seven-colored feathered robe, exuding elegance and grace—a breathtaking sight.
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