Whose Baby Is His Majesty Carrying, Anyway?

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[The leads have sex in Chapter 6 and meet face-to-face for real in Chapter 17.]

Shen Ruoliu fell from his horse during the autumn hunt, hit his head, and lost his memory.

He vaguely remembered the curtains swaying one night as he rode someone.

At first, Shen Ruoliu didn't think much of it.

But before long, a series of bizarre symptoms began to appear.

He was exhausted and sleepy all the time, and the sight of meat made his stomach churn. Whatever he ate, he threw up.

So he summoned the imperial physician.

The physician trembled, cold sweat running down his face. "Your Majesty, you... you have a happy pulse!"

Shen Ruoliu flew into a rage and resolved to find that reckless bastard, then slowly torture him to death!

...He tested one person after another and ruled them out one by one, but found nothing. In the end, Shen Ruoliu decided to lie flat.

Then one day, as he was leaving the room of a famed beauty, he ran into Huo Huixiao, heir to the Prince of the Northern Frontier.

Cool fingertips gripped his chin and tilted it up. The heir smiled, his gaze as menacing as a cold wind. "Your Majesty charms people left and right. Is it with this body that you win them over?"

Shen Ruoliu: ? Is this man sick?

*

The Prince of the Northern Frontier commanded a powerful army and had grown so influential that he threatened the throne. By imperial decree, his heir, Huo Huixiao, was summoned to the capital.

Everyone knew this was a dangerous banquet he had no choice but to attend.

Huo Huixiao alone scoffed. He had heard that the young emperor was delicate and frail, and prettier than any woman. Surely the sight of a real weapon would scare him witless.

What could the emperor use to control him?

His face? Or his body?

Showing no respect for the emperor, Huo Huixiao dragged out a journey that should have taken a month until autumn arrived.

The day before he reached the capital, the emperor went on an imperial outing to hunt in the eastern fields.

That night, a beauty entered Huo Huixiao's tent.

...The beauty was breathtaking, burning with fever, and kept burrowing into his arms.

Unable to hold back, Huo Huixiao took his pleasure with him all night.

Afterward, utterly satisfied, he decided to marry the beauty as a concubine and treat him well.

But the beauty vanished without a trace.

*

When he entered the capital to meet the emperor, Huo Huixiao was the only one who remained standing in the great hall, a scornful smile on his lips.

The beaded curtain was lifted at all four corners. The young emperor gazed down at him imperiously, his face delicate and stunning. Huo Huixiao glanced at him, froze, then looked again... and couldn't smile anymore.

This damn emperor wasn't just some young ruler. He was the beauty Huo Huixiao had planned to marry as his concubine!

The young emperor was wanton in his behavior. Today he met a minister under the moonlight, tomorrow he was in and out with a famed beauty, and the day after... had he really sunk so low as to seduce his own tutor?!

Huo Huixiao was so furious his teeth ached. How could a proud eagle of the grasslands become a plaything that people used and discarded at will?

So Huo Huixiao opposed him at every turn and made things difficult for him wherever he could.

Then one day,

Huo Huixiao happened to see the young emperor's robes hanging loose...

And his belly slightly rounded.

Huo Huixiao's face darkened. Fighting back his rage, he demanded, "Whose is it? The tutor's? Or someone else's?"

Shen Ruoliu: "...It's yours! You heartless bastard!"

[Elegant, noble bottom × Arrogant, lecherous rogue top]

[Content warnings]

1. The leads have sex with others.

2. Mpreg. The story is one-on-one from beginning to end.

3. The setting is entirely fictional. Please don't nitpick the history.

4. The political scheming amounts to elementary-school kids fighting, with two amateurs going at each other. Logic is dead; I write whatever comes to mind.

5. This is an attempt at a new kind of story, with a plot-driven focus (crossed out, I don't even know what kind of story this is, lol). The pacing is a little slow.

6. The blurb is for reference only.

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My next novel, When I Died and My Dao Vanished, My Nemesis Went Mad, is now open for follows!

Blurb:

Dao Lord Lian Ci, Huo Ciyao, is the last phoenix in the world. He commands the fortune of the immortal sects and is unmatched in virtue.

All the people of the three thousand realms revere and respect him, never daring to show him anything but deference.

...Only the demon lord Shi Fei dares to challenge him, locked in a struggle to the death.

They hated and fought each other for eight hundred years, but both ended up badly wounded, neither gaining the slightest advantage.

Then Xuanwei Immortal Manor, the foremost orthodox sect in the cultivation world, launched a surprise attack while Shi Fei was weak. In the end, Shi Fei was defeated, his body and Dao destroyed.

Shi Fei's only regret... was that he hadn't managed to personally kill Huo Ciyao before he died!

Five hundred years later, Shi Fei opened his eyes and was reborn as a beautiful waste with little cultivation, bound and offered to a demon lord as a cultivation furnace.

Rumor had it that this demon lord was bloodthirsty and capricious. In the past, he had nearly wiped out all 180 branches of Xuanwei Sect. The sky had turned crimson with blood, and not a blade of grass had grown within 300 li of the sect ever since.

Everyone in the cultivation world trembled with fear, but none dared to challenge him, as they were no match for his cultivation.

There were also rumors that the demon lord had once had a Dao companion who died. Back then, the people of the three thousand realms searched everywhere for the companion's soul, but to no avail. Strange signs appeared in the heavens, and flocks of birds mourned without end.

After Shi Fei was brought into the hall, he saw his nemesis, who pitied all living beings and should have ascended long ago, with his hair loose and bare feet, looking utterly deranged. He was calmly crushing the skull of an orthodox cultivator between his fingers...

Shi Fei: ?

In this life, Shi Fei would kill his nemesis with his own hands and avenge his past humiliation.

But when he thrust his sword forward, his nemesis's bloodstained fingertips lifted his chin. Looking dazed, he murmured as if in a dream, "A Fei..."

Shi Fei: ?!

*

Shi Fei often dreamed in this life.

He dreamed that in the five hundred years after his death, his nemesis had practiced forbidden arts and extracted a phoenix's bones, defying the laws of heaven in order to bring one person back to life through rebirth.

For this person, his nemesis became sickly and frail, and his Dao heart collapsed.

The orthodox world's former paragon, Dao Lord Lian Ci, had fallen into madness, becoming a demon lord who killed as he pleased and terrified the whole world.

Shi Fei thought that after his death, his nemesis had probably found a soulmate and joined with him for eternity.

Until he saw the portrait of his nemesis's deceased wife.

...It was Shi Fei as a boy, from so many thousands of years ago.

[Brash, sharp-tongued, thick-headed, 24-karat pure straight-man thinker, beautiful yet tragic bottom × Formerly a dignified, aloof top, now a dark and deranged madman]

[Huo Ciyao is the top; Shi Fei is the bottom]

1. The top is a phoenix; the bottom is a bamboo spirit.

2. The top and bottom once had a phoenix egg.

3. A bittersweet romance.

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