My Archnemesis Is My Child's Father

Synopsis Hua Nian and Wei Su are sworn enemies, the sort who will drag each other into the conversation at court just to take a jab, even when there's nothing to discuss. Whenever they meet, they act like enemies, trading insults the moment they open their mouths. Wei Su is ill. Years ago, he helped the emperor seize power and was left with an eye condition that causes brief bouts of blindness. Once, during an attack, he was stranded and rescued by someone. But he was then tied up and fed an aphrodisiac, and spent some time entangled with that person. He didn't know what the other person looked like or how old they were, or even whether they were a man or a woman. All he knew was that they weren't skilled in martial arts, because afterward they would often grow too weak and collapse on top of him. When Wei Su was found by his people, he ordered a furious investigation. Anyone capable of evading his guards' search had to be no ordinary person. * Hua Nian went home and spent a long time recovering his aching waist and knees. When the divine physician who had cared for him since childhood took his pulse and said it hadn't worked this time, Hua Nian let the teacup slip from his hand, spilling water all over himself. Was Wei Su impotent? How could he not have gotten Hua Nian pregnant after so long! He had the physician prepare medicine to help him recover, then risked another scheme to lure Wei Su out. In a dark room, they spent three days together. This time, Wei Su figured out that the other person was a man, with fair skin and soft flesh. In the dim moonlight, he saw the red plum blossom birthmark on the man's waist. He had spent a long time investigating, but every lead ended at Hua Nian. Then he happened to hear that Hua Nian had a flower-shaped mark on his waist. Wei Su suddenly understood. He should have known: in the entire capital, Hua Nian was the only one bold and capable enough to scheme against him like this again and again! The next morning at court, Wei Su stared at Hua Nian, his eyes fixed entirely on him. The emperor finally asked, “Prince Wei, is there something you wish to report?” Wei Su replied, “Your younger brother has something to ask Minister Hua.” With a faint smile, he asked, “May I ask Minister Hua where you were on the tenth day of the fifth month?” Hua Nian calmly replied, “In the imperial palace.” Just because you couldn't get up and return to the palace doesn't mean I couldn't. That bastard nearly broke his back. 1. Hua Nian is the bottom, Wei Su is the top. 2. Male pregnancy is an original setting. Please add my next historical danmei novel to your reading list: After Entering My Archenemy's Unspoken Dream Blurb An Baijia transmigrated into a book. He became a useless little emperor with nothing going for him but his face. The little emperor plotted to kill the male lead, Yin Xun, only to be poisoned to death by Yin Xun, who went on to become regent. By the time An Baijia arrived, the little emperor had already done everything he was supposed to do in the original story. There was nothing An Baijia could do but wait to die. On the first day of waiting peacefully for death, An Baijia fell asleep and woke up somewhere other than the palace: the regent's residence. For some reason, Yin Xun was only five or six years old. He was hungry, cold, and covered in wounds, warily watching An Baijia like a little wolf hiding in its den to lick its wounds. An Baijia's heart softened. Only after the little wolf cub had scratched his hands to ribbons did it reluctantly believe he meant no harm. For several days in a row, An Baijia waited to die in the palace by day and appeared beside Yin Xun at night, accompanying him as he grew from a little boy to a teenager. He thought he would keep accompanying Yin Xun until he died. The night before his own death, he prepared to say goodbye to Yin Xun. But Yin Xun was trapped in an erotic dream, and when he opened his eyes and saw An Baijia, he pulled him into bed. ! He was going to die the very next day! Why did he have to help the protagonist deal with this kind of problem before he died? Yin Xun, consumed by desire, kissed him. “Don't go. I'll agree to anything you ask.” An Baijia's survival instinct flickered to life. “...Then will you spare the little emperor?” “Fine.” - Lately, Yin Xun had been dreaming every night. In his dreams, he was a little boy or a teenager, reliving the key moments when he had narrowly survived over the years. But unlike his memories, someone else was always there in these dreams. That person stayed with him through the hardest days, took the poison meant for him in the snow, held his hand and told him that one day he would become a powerful regent, and that he would live a long life. When Yin Xun woke, the scar on his wrist from the poison had disappeared. He had once been betrayed, left to lie for seven days in a cold, damp forest, and burdened with lifelong ailments. But this time, someone had raced a thousand miles just to reach him. They had kept each other warm along the way, and done everything they could to ensure he lived without pain or worry. When he woke, the old ailments he'd suffered from since childhood had been cured. Who was that person? For some reason, although he had carefully traced every detail of the person's face in his dream, he couldn't remember a thing once he woke. During his final dream, the helpless terror of being unable to reach or remember that person followed him into the dream. This time, he caught hold of them. He explored not only their face but their entire body. As they lay together, he asked what they wanted. They said they wanted the little emperor to live. After waking, he looked coldly at the little emperor in the palace. He had helped the man ascend the throne and knew him well. The man was completely useless. The only thing that person had asked for was to save this good-for-nothing! What right did this good-for-nothing have to be so fiercely protected by them? His eyes turned cold. Would that person only visit his dreams if this good-for-nothing was on the brink of death? Theme: Every meeting is fate.