Translator: ChiFu
Mu Zhan rarely encountered such emotions.
He was rumored to be an erratic and dictatorial tyrant, and indeed, there was some truth to this. He knew that he would occasionally be unable to reign in his fury. But often, he was poker-faced and apathetic to everything.
And now, hearing what Wen Mingyu said, his whole being became completely rigid. He heard what Wen Mingyu was saying perfectly, but there was some sort of shock and haziness that prevented him from understanding it. His face, which had always been uniformly impassive, suddenly had a rift.
…got what?
Did it mean what he thought it meant?
If it were merely that one line alone, Mu Zhan may still interpret it as him having gone out to buy something. However, he could see Wen Mingyu stroking his belly, which was still protruding a bit.
Mu Zhan glared straight at Wen Mingyu’s belly, his eyes dark and gloomy.
Perhaps some might rejoice and be thrilled upon learning that they have it, but Mu Zhan was entirely different. He never imagined becoming someone with a child, and he didn’t even have that kind of connection with Wen Mingyu…
Mu Zhan’s face quickly turned hideous. His pheromones were so out of control that they nearly went ballistic, spreading around the palace like a black flood that swept and rolled. Even the servants guarding outside felt a chill.
Wen Mingyu, the person standing the closest to Mu Zhan, had half of his body numb. He couldn’t handle it and collapsed back into the bed. Fortunately, there were Mu Zhan’s soft clothes along with the soft quilt, so the fall wouldn’t hurt.
“Who was it?” Mu Zhan’s voice appeared to be encased in frost.
Wen Mingyu’s eyelashes fluttered. He was suddenly flooded with the scent of wine, and his whole being was lightheaded, as if he had just consumed wine. He had a slow reaction and, dumbfounded, stared at Mu Zhan speechlessly. His face was flushed with pink, and his complexion was blindingly white. His lapels were wide open on his unkempt garments, and a few strands of his pitch-black hair clung to the side of his neck. He looked as if he had just been bullied.
Mu Zhan was seething with rage. The common fire was blazing differently than usual, fueled with killing intent.
WHO. IN. THE. WORLD!
Mu Zhan shook with quiet wrath, and his eyes looked like he wanted to devour Wen Mingyu alive.
But at that moment, something vital immediately flashed into his mind.
Normally, he couldn’t have been so moronic and illogical as to overlook something so evident. But that rage just now seemed like oil had been poured on it, burning tremendously hot, as if the devil had moved his hand.
“You’re a man. How can you bear one.”
Mu Zhan was gnashing his teeth as he said this, forcing himself to calm down.
“But I’m not a normal person,” Wen Mingyu said as he relaxed a bit.
He was referring to the fact that he was an Omega, which was distinct from how people perceived males and females in the past. In the future, it would become commonplace for men to bear a child.
Mu Zhan, who didn’t yet know of ABO, however, conjured up demon-like anecdotes. Given that Wen Mingyu could transform into a rabbit, getting pregnant didn’t seem out of the question.
After realizing this possibility, Mu Zhan’s expression darkened even more, and his desire to kill skyrocketed in an instant.
Mu Zhan clung to what little sanity he still had. “How can you tell you have it?”
Wen Mingyu took a moment to reflect before decisively saying, “I felt it.”
At the same time, he touched his belly and caressed it, as if a darling child were sprouting inside of him.
Although Mu Zhan’s mood had not improved when he heard his response, he did feel a tiny bit better. What Wen Mingyu said was only a feeling, not at all precise. And, perhaps not at all.
“Get the imperial physician!” Mu Zhan commanded with a loud voice.
The palace servant standing outside immediately responded respectfully and carried out the instructions in a flurry. They could all hear that His Majesty’s tone was extremely unpleasant, and his mood had gotten much worse than before he entered the hall. What the hell was going on? Shouldn’t his mood ease and improve, just as before?
The imperial physician was summoned, and the palace servants anxiously awaited his arrival, hoping that he would bring good news that would calm His Majesty’s fury. However, they were unaware that the ‘good news’ at this moment might not necessarily be good.
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“Quickly take his pulse,” Mu Zhan interrupted him.
Pausing for a moment, the imperial physician turned to face Wen Mingyu. He didn’t realize that Wen-gongzi was the sick patient. The realization that it wasn’t His Majesty didn’t make the imperial physician relieved at all, but rather more disturbed and terrified. He was reminded of the moment when His Majesty nearly murdered numerous physicians because he was so furious over Wen-gongzi’s critical illness. He wouldn’t have arrived alone and would have contacted more of his coworkers if he had known it was this one. There would at least be more approaches.
He didn’t appear to be as ill as he had previously been.
The imperial physician prayed silently in his mind. He had already made a silent observation as he stared at Wen Mingyu: he had pink cheeks, clear eyes, and a cheerful spirit. Was this the look of an ill person, ah?
He was perplexed, but since His Majesty had summoned him here, he was required to provide a thorough diagnosis.
He placed his fingers on Wen Mingyu’s wrist and felt his pulse while asking him some questions to see if there was anything out of the ordinary.
What responded to his finger was a smooth and evasive pulse, like pearls rolling on a jade tray…
This was unmistakably a slippery pulse.
However, Wen Mingyu had no pulse that would suggest an illness. On the contrary, he claimed that lately there had been a rise in food consumption, sleepiness, and a distended belly…
The imperial physician was unable to help but gape in shock. If this were a woman, he would have determined that he was expecting. Wen-gongzi was a man, however.
The imperial physician’s throat felt dry, as if he were being roasted over a fire. He was a little ecstatic to have found an uncommon case, but he was also anxious about how to convey it to His Majesty. A happy pulse—was that a good thing? But would His Majesty accept an expecting man?
As he was hesitating, a cold, gloomy voice sounded: “You’ve got your findings, have you?”
When the imperial physician was startled, he hurriedly said what was on his mind: “Wen-gongzi’s body is healthy. He has a slippery pulse. Although the pulse is slightly different from that of a common person, this subject believes that it should be…”
Before he could complete his sentence, Mu Zhan’s sight turned horrifying. He lost his voice under the seeping pressure, and he fell to his knees in fear. “Your Majesty, cease your anger.”
“How can you make this one not angry. A man bearing a child—are you mocking this one?”
In a panic, the imperial physician explained, “This subject dares not; it is indeed odd for a male to conceive; it is very rare but is not unheard of. It was also recorded in medical books. It’s absolutely true. This subject has no intent to fool the emperor.”
Hearing this, Mu Zhan’s anger did not diminish in the slightest, and the pressure even increased. “You might as well tell this one that he is poisoned, and that is why he is displaying these symptoms.”
“Wen-gongzi is fit as a fiddle, and so is the fetus in his womb, and this subject correctly diagnosed the slippery pulse. This is the heir of the emperor. This subject wouldn’t dare drivel. This subject wholeheartedly and sincerely congratulates Your Majesty and expresses happiness for him.”
He tried to convince him, assuming that His Majesty did not think the man was pregnant. He hurried to give assurance and was adamant that the father and child were healthy. He didn’t realize, though, that every word he uttered was like stepping on a minefield.
Mu Zhan’s body stiffened. He couldn’t even muster a sneer. If it was really an imperial heir, that would be okay. But he and Wen Mingyu hadn’t even reached that far yet, so how could they be expecting one.
If the pregnancy was genuine, it could only mean one thing—the child belonged to someone else.
Mu Zhan was simply livid!
“SCRAM! Out of this one’s sight!”
In a fit of wrath, Mu Zhan waved his sleeves and drove the imperial physician out. As he stormed into the side hall, he then proceeded to hurl everything, including some priceless and fine porcelain, into a chaotic mess.
The loud commotion startled the servants, and they began to tremble unceasingly out of dread. Even before, His Majesty rarely showed such rage, as if he had gone insane and mutated into some wild beast of grief and indignation.
Everyone ducked for cover and sheltered themselves from afar, but a figure moved forward with light steps and without losing a beat.
Wen Mingyu ran over, frowning with a visibly worried expression. He took hold of Mu Zhan’s arm and asked in a warm voice, “What’s gotten into you?”
Mu Zhan violently turned his head to gaze at Wen Mingyu, his eyes red. He couldn’t help but move his eyes down again, settling on his belly.
Mu Zhan wanted to shove him off and tell him to get lost. His lips moved, but he couldn’t say anything, as if he were worried that shrugging the young man off might push him toward the child’s other father.
Why did Wen Mingyu run away? Was it done for that person’s sake? Did he actually not want to stay by his side at all?
Mu Zhan’s thoughts were racing. It was a jumble. He felt cranky and depressed, like a caged beast.
A moment later.
Mu Zhan extended his hand and firmly seized Wen Mingyu’s hand. He gripped it tightly, as though he were scared that if he loosened his hold, the person would disappear.
He had already decided what to do. He was not going to, under any circumstances, allow Wen Mingyu to leave. Simply kill the man.
“Who is that person?” Mu Zhan’s reddish eyes were locked on Wen Mingyu.
But Wen Mingyu was confused. “…who?”
“The child’s father.”
Wen Mingyu did not hesitate to say, “Me.”
Mu Zhan’s face sank even further, thinking he was attempting to defend the man. He said, gritting his teeth, “Could you have a child all by yourself?”
That certainly was not possible. He was not an asexual, self-pollinating creature.
Wen Mingyu shook his head. “How is that possible.”
“The child’s other father, who is it?”
Mu Zhan was paranoid for an answer. He wanted to know who the man was so he could send someone to put him down at once.
But in the next second, Wen Mingyu tilted his head, looked straight at him with clear and serious eyes, and without dilly-dallying, said unreservedly, “You.”
Mu Zhan froze, his mind briefly going blank. He even subconsciously remembered if he had had a memory lapse and they had actually done it. But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t find what he was seeking in those memories.
Impossible.
Was Wen Mingyu lying to him?
But regardless of how he looked at him, he couldn’t fake the look in his eyes. And he could tell whether Wen Mingyu was lying. Thus, Wen Mingyu truly felt that way.
Mu Zhan furrowed his brows, in a rare moment of confusion.
The child couldn’t have just materialized out of nowhere. If he wasn’t the other father, then someone else had to be. However, Wen Mingyu was unaware of it and believed it to be his.
After giving it some thought, Mu Zhan had to conclude that Wen Mingyu had been drugged at the time and therefore was clueless.
Now that everything was all done, he might as well go along with him, cover it up, and make Wen Mingyu truly believe that this was the case. This child was his.
If his suspicions were correct, the truth would be all the more infuriating. He must track down the man and kill him with a thousand cuts. He had to ensure that the man would live a long life, endure daily torment, and believe that death was preferable to life.
Mu Zhan inhaled deeply before extending his arms to embrace Wen Mingyu. He smelled the sweet, fruity scent, then said in a raspy tone, “Yes, this one is the child’s father.”
Wen Mingyu reciprocated and embraced him, too.
Mu Zhan pretended to be cool and unperturbed while his chest frantically rose and fell. His long eyelashes drooped, covering the frightening and paranoid emotions in his eyes.
Wen Mingyu calmed him and gently caressed his back to help him relax.
Mu Zhan’s mood had been awful since Wen Mingyu claimed he had it, and Wen Mingyu could see it. His troubled eyes constantly swept in, but Mu Zhan was so furious that he could barely utter a word. He even feared that he could be powerless to restrain himself from being cruel to him. He thus answered carelessly, then Wen Mingyu grew increasingly anxious.
Now that they had both “talked it out,” they gradually eased up and seemed to be doing much better.
It wasn’t until Mu Zhan regained his sanity that he realized it was lunchtime. He cast a complicated glance towards Wen Mingyu’s belly. No wonder he had eaten so much recently.
“Hungry?”
When Wen Mingyu nodded, Mu Zhan pulled him back to the main hall, gave the palace servants instructions to set a meal, and left a mess of debris for them to clean up.
It was not until Mu Zhan had left the area and was no longer in view that the servants dared to heave a sigh of relief. The emperor had just grown so enraged that they feared Wen-gongzi would be killed if he walked in.
Fortunately, Wen-gongzi came out in one piece and was even holding hands with the emperor. Although they had no idea what had happened, everything seemed to be in order.
Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu ate together. Wen Mingyu would habitually say something, Mu Zhan would listen but not often speak, occasionally answering with a few words, and Wen Mingyu would speak more animatedly.
Today, however, Wen Mingyu engrossed himself with his rice, and Mu Zhan was abnormally silent. Only sometimes did his gaze rest on Wen Mingyu, and today it was more his belly than his face that caught his focus.
He preferred to hold out hope that the little bulge was an illusion rather than face the truth about it.
Wen Mingyu paused mid-meal and glanced up, puzzled. “What’s the matter, Your Majesty?”
Mu Zhan was silent. He shook his head and whispered, “It’s nothing.”
Wen Mingyu disagreed with this. His pheromones were coiling and hovering around him like a black mist, and his demeanor was odd. He didn’t appear to be okay. But Mu Zhan refused to speak, and he couldn’t force his mouth open to make him talk.
So he had to use his pheromones to calm Mu Zhan. He also gave him some of his favorite dishes and placed them in his bowl.
Mu Zhan’s expression softened a little. He raised a hand to pinch his brow and began to consume the food in his bowl slowly. His dropped eyelids concealed the complex emotions in his eyes, giving the impression that he was pondering something.
After the meal, there was the usual rest.
Wen Mingyu yawned sleepily, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t wait to flop into bed and pass off for the night.
But there was still a nest he had just built out on the dragon bed, with layers of Mu Zhan’s hogging the spot.
Wen Mingyu didn’t remember until just then, and he would hate to part with his nest, so he asked Mu Zhan, “Can Your Majesty lend me your clothes?”
That said, he had already used it.
Wen Mingyu had a guilty conscience for his preemptive act. But he truly wanted it and would not be able to sleep comfortably without his nest.
He, therefore, made a cheeky face and turned to face Mu Zhan, his eyes filled with thirsty expectation.
Mu Zhan was silent for a minute, his face expressionless, but he continued to nod and agree. When he first returned to Taiji Hall and spotted Wen Mingyu sleeping with his clothes in his arms, he was in a great mood. But when he heard him say he had it subsequently, his emotions fluctuated dramatically. Now, as he watched the scene, it was not sheer delight but more than a few indescribable subtleties.
Wen Mingyu carefully went onto the bed, knelt on his back, and pushed the pile of clothes inside, acting carefully to maintain the nest’s shape. Mu Zhan could see his slender body from where he was standing next to the bed. The back of his waist was sunk into a graceful curve, and his legs, resting on the edge of the bed as he reached forward, drove the hem of his shirt upwards, revealing white socks and a section of thin ankles that appeared to be translucent on the dark mattress. It agitated the mind, making one desire to firmly keep it in place and forbidding him to move any further.
Even with a mound of clothes taking up space, the emperor’s bed was roomy. After Wen Mingyu pushed the clothes into the inner bed, the bed was still half vacant, more than enough for two people.
Wen Mingyu pushed himself up and laid down on the pile of clothes. He then turned to face Mu Zhan, who was still standing beside the bed. “Your Majesty, come up and have a rest,” he beckoned as he excitedly patted the empty spot next to him, his eyes shining brightly.
Mu Zhan hesitated but still habitually sat down.
Wen Mingyu felt the pheromones that were familiar to him and felt so satisfied and at ease that he fell asleep in no time. Mu Zhan didn’t sleep and watched him intently. The young man was completely engulfed in his clothes as if he were resting in a large net that he had woven himself. His face was flushed as he slept sweetly, looking utterly trusting and vulnerable. It made one’s heart skip a beat.
After watching for a while, Mu Zhan gently rose from the bed, made his way to the door, and asked Zhao Dequan to summon the imperial physician.
ChiFu: “[I think] I have it” or “[I think] I got it”, is a euphemistic way to say you are pregnant in Chinese.
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Thanks to everyone in Discord who helped by suggesting some ways to say I’m pregnant! I still stick to the original. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did because I love Mu Zhan berserk-ing around like he’s throwing a tantrum LOL.
Next chapter will be mid-May, I’m super busy XD
Wait, what? But how?? 🤔
Okay, due to chinese censorship, the scene of them doing the tango wasnt shown but probably the did it during MZ’s rut? Idk im trying to rationalize
I think it’s a false pregnancy. I read another novel with a rabbit omega that had this nesting and false pregnancy thing…
I don’t understand anything! But this is not news, this happens to me often!
Please don’t get too busy with work, don’t forget to rest!
Thank you very much for the translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Pfft, I knew this was gonna happen soon with what Mu Zhan kept doing hahahah
I think there a misunderstanding, maybe wen mingyu isn’t pregnant?🤔
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Is he experiencing estrus but think he’s pregnant? A false pregnancy?🤔
Oh my bad. Didn’t mean to post a reply. Gomen!
Aaah this is so confusing, I believe it may be more of a psychological pregnancy maybe bc WMY is entering heat????
Maybe his body is adapting to be a fully omega? And the influence of MZ pheromones made him believe he was pregnant 🤔
Aaah so confusing I’ll go and read again some chapters bc I don’t remember them doing something more than kisses (unless WMY could get pregnant by kisses lol)
Thank you for the chapter 💖💖💖💖
There was note before about fake pregnancy of rabbits in the early chapters. ( What is a false pregnancy in rabbits? False or phantom pregnancy is a condition when your pet feels that she is pregnant . Even if you find it impossible, she will behave like she is pregnant. Any female rabbit can have this feeling during her breeding age).
Rabbits can have fake pregnancies so maybe it’s that?
Since I’m pretty sure they haven’t actually done it yet 🤔
SCREAMING
reads the other comments
is glad I’m not alone in my confusion
I did reread a couple chapters from when they were reunited, but the fake pregnancy is a good theory and would be a nice tie into earlier chapters.
+1
I think I know what is going on, but don’t want to spoil the fun xD Let’s see ~
Thank You for the new chapter ♡(> ਊ <)♡
Thanks for the double update. Gave us a lot to think about.
Thanks for the chapters
Wow. Just. Not sure about my memory anymore… huh. Will be happy when the author solves this for us all… Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🐇
+1 in a nutshell 😅
I’m glad I kept reading. Such a wholesome reaction!
is this a false pregnancy?? when did they do it am i trippin?