The Cold Prime Minister Is Carrying His Archenemy's Child

[Cool, pregnant beauty of a prime minister bottom × scheming, possessive emperor top] Chapters 18–23 are being re-released for purchase, so readers who've already read them don't need to buy them again.

Zhou Yuanwen, the peerlessly beautiful prime minister and tutor to the crown prince, and Gao Zhaoying, the iron-fisted, cold-hearted Prince of Jing, were widely known across the capital as sworn enemies.

Back then, one remark from Prime Minister Zhou, calling him incorrigible, got Prince Jing banished to the northwest to eat sand. Now that the prince had returned to the capital, every exchange in court was like a battlefield.

"Absurd! This plan will make us a laughingstock!"

"Then what brilliant suggestion does Prime Minister Zhou have?"

"This is beyond ridiculous!"

"I think Prime Minister Zhou is the one who's becoming increasingly useless!"

The officials listened in every day, with just one thought on their minds: These two are bound to come to blows sooner or later, and one of them will end up dead.

But no one knew that the dignified, self-possessed Prime Minister Zhou was already so gravely ill he could barely get out of bed. To protect himself and secure an heir, he set aside his pride and secretly schemed against his sworn enemy three times.

The first time, he drugged the man unconscious and slipped away;

the second time, he drugged him in advance and fled the moment it was over;

the third time, he forced himself to endure the soreness and carefully cleaned up every trace.

A month later, he looked at the physician and asked in a hoarse voice, "Still nothing?"

The physician nodded.

He could only grit his teeth and plan another attempt...

But this time, the prince, blindfolded, suddenly opened his eyes halfway through. A knowing smile curled his lips. "My dear, are you... trying to seduce me?"

After confirming he was pregnant, Zhou Yuanwen concealed his belly and continued to trade barbs with Gao Zhaoying.

At one palace banquet, all the officials were gathered together, each on tenterhooks. The two men had just been at each other's throats, and everyone feared these two fearsome men would cause a scene.

After the banquet, Zhou Yuanwen leaned against the palace wall, trying to suppress his nausea. Suddenly, someone seized his wrist and pinned him against the cold wall. His ears flushed red, yet he still raised a foot and kicked hard. "Gao Zhaoying, how dare you!"

The man bent his head, his voice low. "Where's that fire you had when you were arguing with me earlier? Prime Minister Zhou, why have you gone so soft around the waist?"

The news sent shockwaves through the court: What?

Later, during the autumn hunt, tensions simmered at the hunting grounds. The crown prince and Prince Jing secretly vied for power, while Zhou Yuanwen sat astride his horse with a bow in hand, watching coldly from the sidelines.

Without warning, someone dragged him into a deep pit and clamped a hand over his mouth, silencing him. "Yuanwen, that's not very nice. If I lose today, would you have shot that arrow at me?"

He was shoved hard against the wall and kissed fiercely. The Prince of Jing kissed him so savagely it was almost as if he meant to draw blood. "So it was you scheming against me all those times, Prime Minister Zhou. It's time you paid me back with a little interest, don't you think?"

When the smoke of war finally cleared, Gao Zhaoying ascended the throne.

Anxious and afraid, Zhou Yuanwen immediately submitted his resignation and fled the capital that very night.

On the highway in the dead of night, cavalry stopped his carriage. The man who approached grabbed his wrist, his breath scorching hot. "Zhou Yuanwen, where are you taking My child?"

His round pregnant belly was exposed, and Prime Minister Zhou was forcibly brought back to the palace.

The next day, the officials stared at the former prime minister in an empress's court robes, his belly bulging. Their world came crashing down: Who said His Majesty and Prime Minister Zhou were sworn enemies who hated each other to the death? Then what's with that belly?

The political intrigue is very minimal, and it's basically a baby show, because the author is an idiot who can't write.

It's mainly a story about a couple's romantic push and pull.

Here's an upcoming book: I Really Don't Want to Bear an Heir for the Enemy Emperor

[Reborn, timid, life-loving, sweet emperor × restrained, scheming, deranged emperor]

After being reborn, Jing Changqing had only one goal in life: to survive.

In his previous life, he had been a pampered crown prince, arrogant and lawless, who had humiliated Zongzheng Rongyu, a hostage from an enemy kingdom.

Who could have guessed that the seemingly meek hostage would become the future emperor of an enemy kingdom?

He relived the same nightmares countless times: the Great Xiao dynasty destroyed, flames of war everywhere, and himself reduced to a prisoner, crawling on the ground and forced into the new emperor's bedchamber.

In the dream, Zongzheng Rongyu, his whole body radiating menace, looked down at him and said coldly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince. It's been a long time."

In the blink of an eye, the enemy cavalry trampled the Great Xiao dynasty into submission.

Jing Changqing watched his country fall and his family perish, suffered a miserable fate, and regretted everything bitterly.

Reborn, Jing Changqing was completely cowed!

He changed his temperament, reined in his arrogance, behaved himself, and kept his distance from Zongzheng Rongyu.

But the problem was, he'd been reborn at the exact moment he'd tried to drug Zongzheng Rongyu and force himself on him.

Staring at Zongzheng Rongyu, chained to the bed, he shuddered. "If I said I wanted to sell you these chains and ask you to try them out, would you believe me...?"

The man looked up in astonishment and suspicion.

After that, Jing Changqing brought him pastries and helped him out of trouble... all in the hope of surviving in the future. He didn't notice that the hostage's gaze was growing darker and more intense, as though it held an obsession he couldn't understand.

He diligently played the part of a good crown prince, then successfully ascended the throne and secured his position.

Then one night, overcome with excitement and drunk, he lost control.

The soft murmurs from the night before kept echoing in his ears, along with memories of their heated entanglement in bed...

Days later, his belly began to swell. Jing Changqing was stunned. It's over.

Of all people, why did he have to get pregnant with the child of the sworn enemy who had killed him in his previous life?

He quickly changed his strategy: protect the baby and, if he couldn't win, rely on the child to save his life. At least it was his own flesh and blood, so surely it could buy him a chance to live!

So he spent every day anxiously hiding his belly and cautiously making it through his pregnancy.

But the more obedient and evasive he became, the darker and stranger the hostage's gaze grew. "Your Highness, are you... ill?"

Changqing nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes. An old, chronic illness!"

Zongzheng Rongyu stared at him intently, his sharp eyes seeing right through him. "Your Majesty's been avoiding me lately?"

"Your Majesty's belly... why is it so strange?"

"What is it you dream about every night, Your Majesty?"

The little emperor trembled. No, I don't!

In the end, Zongzheng Rongyu conquered the land and brought his cavalry to the city gates.

With the officials pleading for his life, Jing Changqing steeled himself and stood on the city wall, holding his round belly. He braced himself: Fine, fight. Kill me. If I die, the child dies too, and we can all be done with this.

But the new emperor of the enemy kingdom, covered in the blood of his conquests, fixed his gaze on one person. When he saw Jing Changqing's prominently swollen belly from afar, his expression suddenly changed, and his overwhelming fury vanished.

An attendant asked in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty... are we still attacking?"

"Withdraw the troops."

"I have come to take my empress home."

Jing Changqing: ?

Theme: Former enemies let go of their grudges and join hands to build a prosperous world