The Tyrant Doesn't Know I'm Pregnant

Everyone knows the emperor of Zhao is cruel and merciless. At the slightest displeasure, he slaughters the innocent. There's a blood pool in the palace, filled with thousands upon thousands of corpses. The tyrant has no interest in beauties, but he indulges his personal eunuch in everything. One day, the tyrant's cultivation went awry, and he dragged the little eunuch into bed. The next day, he was ready to slaughter all the palace maids. Yan Qingqing clutched her eunuch uniform and tremblingly took her palace token, planning to sneak out. She hadn't even made it through the door when she was caught red-handed. Rong Yao hated being deceived more than anything. That is, until his personal eunuch's belly kept getting bigger. The tyrant tilted his head in confusion. “A-Qing, why are you getting fatter?” Yan Qingqing cradled her several-months-pregnant belly and stammered, “I... I drank too much. I'm getting fat around the middle.” The tyrant poked his eunuch's belly, puzzled once more. “Then what's this little bump that keeps moving?” After secretly giving birth to a little tyrant, Yan Qingqing grabbed the baby's feet, intending to take out her frustrations with his father on him. The door was suddenly kicked open with a crash. Rong Yao glared at the adult and baby in the room. “Yan Qingqing! The fat on your belly has grown into something pretty unusual!” “The fat on Yan Qingqing's belly”: “Yi ya!” Yan Qingqing: “...” A few things to know before reading: 1. A logic-free, fluffy little story. Read at your own risk! 2. This is a mountain of headcanon, so please don't nitpick. If I notice an obvious plot hole, I'll quietly fix it later (not). 3. Please don't argue in the comments or bring up other people's works. And please don't mention this story in the comments of other works either. Theme: ...