After Faking My Death While Pregnant, the Whole World Went Mad

Updated every night at 11:30 p.m. In the tenth year of Fuyun, the northern barbarians crossed the passes and invaded the south, crushing the Dianyue army. According to rumor, the great general Qi Yuelan had fallen in battle, leaving no body behind. Seven days later, Southern Jin sent men to search Baima Ravine. They dug three feet into the earth, but still found no trace of Qi Yuelan’s body. It seemed to mark the tragic end of a legendary general. Meanwhile, a hundred li away, the gates of Chuihe Manor were tightly shut as a handsome young man with a silver veil over his face had his pulse examined. The young man’s name seemed taboo. The manor lord only dared address him respectfully as Young Master. Yet this slender, delicate, sickly young man was none other than Qi Yuelan, the Dianyue war god who had once swept across a thousand armies. He was pregnant, his every breath heavy with illness, and he was on the verge of giving birth. … Qi Yuelan had many secrets. For instance, he had been frail since birth, a natural invalid. Another was that he practiced a forbidden martial art. Though it had made him the strongest person in the world, it was steadily shortening his life. And then there was his unusual constitution, which allowed him to become pregnant. He had even conceived a child with the leader of the northern nation. Before faking his death, he had always believed that, in the eyes of the emperor and his ministers, he was nothing more than a tool for keeping the border secure, a loyal dog who gave his life for the court. So Qi Yuelan had met his “death” without a care, with complete equanimity. What he never expected was that after his “death,” the real storm would begin. Above him was an increasingly deranged and obsessive emperor. Below him, the chief minister came to kneel at his grave every day. Even the brutal northern leader was watching him like a hawk, preparing to invade the south and drag him back to camp… Qi Yuelan stayed at Chuihe Manor, holding his newborn son in his lap and turning a deaf ear to it all. Until three years later. The northern barbarians’ iron cavalry swept south again and took his son. To save his child from the northern crown prince, Qi Yuelan had no choice but to disguise himself as the boy’s wet nurse and infiltrate the northern army camp. The crown prince, Damu Jue, gave the beauty with the silver veil only a casual glance. “A wet nurse? You mean you can breastfeed?” Qi Yuelan’s ears flushed red, but he said nothing. Damu Jue continued, “Then feed me now. Let’s see.” … The Southern court’s nobles spent lavishly to find Qi Yuelan. So much so that even a handkerchief or sweat cloth he had discarded and wanted no longer fetched an outrageous price on the black market. But when the people of Southern Jin found Qi Yuelan again, Damu Jue, clad head to toe in wolf pelts, had him pinned in his arms. Qi Yuelan’s face was flushed, his younger son in his arms, and his belly just beginning to round. Everyone cursed Damu Jue for his depravity, but the northern crown prince merely raised an eyebrow and smiled, pointing to the beauty in his arms. “Mine.” Then he laid a hand on Qi Yuelan’s belly. “This is mine too.” “I’m the one who got him pregnant.” A vicious, feral, breeding-obsessed foreign crown prince who’s a mad dog x a sickly beauty general who’s a little queenly, but not much 1. Both are virgins, one-on-one, happy ending. The pursuer is older. Pregnancy and childbirth; the bottom has a second child. 2. The bottom fakes his death in the first chapter. 3. The bottom is loved by everyone. He only has feelings for the pursuer. 4. Readers with extreme character preferences should set this story aside. The Buddha is saving you. Coming soon: The Beauty Concubine Asks a Prisoner for a Child Prince of Jin Feng Wenzhao was born with a hidden ailment that made it difficult for him to father children. To continue the royal family line, the Dowager Princess bought a slave, made him a concubine, and sent him to the prince’s manor. The slave was named Bai Zheng. They said he came from the “Pearl Chamber” tribe in the Western Regions. The Pearl Chamber people carried a natural fragrance, were skilled in the art of seduction, and were especially fertile. The merchant who sold Bai Zheng was even more direct: if Bai Zheng spent one night with Prince of Jin, he would surely conceive. However, Feng Wenzhao already had someone he loved. He hated the foreign boy the Dowager Princess had sent him. He routinely sneered at him and flew into a rage at the slightest provocation. And so Bai Zheng spent five years in the prince’s manor without bearing a child. … In the sixteenth year of Yudong, chaos erupted along the border. The crown prince, Feng Zhuqi, was accused of failing to command the cavalry, and the western lands fell. The Ghost Pupa army’s iron hooves reached Qiejin Pass, and the air was thick with foreboding. When Feng Zhuqi returned to the capital, he was accused of treason and selling out the country. His position as crown prince hung by a thread. An imperial edict forced him into confinement in a Buddhist pagoda, cutting him off from the tides of politics for good. That year, the sons of the capital’s aristocracy went on a spring outing together and visited the pagoda to pray for blessings. Beneath the ancient Buddha and the green lamp, Feng Zhuqi hid behind the altar and watched a group of young masters surround a beautiful young man, teasing him without restraint. A subtle fragrance drifted around the beauty, whose features were exquisitely soft and lovely. He seemed a little slow, meekly accepting whatever came his way. Even when they kissed him until his lips were swollen and red, he didn’t dare utter a word of protest. His husband, Prince of Jin Feng Wenzhao, acted as though he hadn’t seen a thing, calmly holding his teacup as he watched. Countless people had scolded Feng Zhuqi for being cold-hearted. Yet that night, moved by some inexplicable sympathy, he stirred the prayer flags behind the altar and seized the chance to rescue the poor beauty from the temple hall. He thought it was a small kindness. He never expected Bai Zheng to remember it for the rest of his life. After that, Bai Zheng often came to visit him, bringing honey, candied fruit, and grasshoppers made of straw. Feng Zhuqi tried to repay him with gold, silver, and jewels, but Bai Zheng wanted none of it. Then, one rainy night, Bai Zheng arrived carrying a battered oiled-paper umbrella, soaked from head to toe, his eyes red as if he’d been crying. He clung to Feng Zhuqi and begged through his sobs. “Big Brother, could you… give me a child?” “Please… I’m begging you.” … Bai Zheng had been frail from birth. According to the ghost doctor, his mind was dull. From childhood, he knew he wasn’t as clever as other children, so he always tried to be more obedient than they were. But that meek obedience led him to spend five years in the Prince of Jin’s manor, trapped in a life of darkness. He thought having a child would make things better, but they only got worse. Feng Wenzhao drove him out of the manor. With nowhere to go, Bai Zheng had to wander from one aristocratic household to another in the capital, making a living as a performer. But then, the following spring, the capital’s entire order was overturned. The crown prince returned to the palace, Prince of Jin fell from power, and the court officials lived in constant fear, never knowing when a blade would be held to their throats. Bai Zheng thought none of it had anything to do with him. Until the crown prince, rumored to be cruel and arrogant, came to his door. …The young man’s wicked eyes and broad, imposing build blocked out every ray of sunlight behind the window. Only when his gaze fell on Bai Zheng’s swollen belly did his Adam’s apple bob. He called, “Zhengzheng.” A fierce, feral mad dog who’s a devoted husband x a kindhearted, timid beauty who would rather break than bend Theme: Let go of obsession and find your true self.