His Majesty Is Pregnant with the Dead Eunuch's Baby

After dying from overwork following one stretch of overtime after another, Chu Ye transmigrated into the body of a handsome, powerless, useless emperor of the Great Yuan.

When he opened his eyes, he felt unbearably parched. Staggering and bumping his way along, he eventually blundered into a room.

Smoke curled through the room, shrouding everything in a haze. He collided with a man wreathed in incense, dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold pythons and wearing a black gauze official's hat. The man's features were peerlessly handsome, and a cold, aristocratic air surrounded him.

Chu Ye's feet felt unsteady and his vision blurred. Just as he was about to fall, a pair of strong hands caught him. In an instant, the room filled with the heady fragrance of strong liquor, mingling with the mist and making everyone even dizzier.

The man chuckled softly. A glint of inscrutable amusement flashed in his long, narrow eyes as he looked at Chu Ye.

"Your Majesty, what brings you to our humble place today?"

Chu Ye's ears were ringing and his head was spinning. He didn't understand what the man meant. He simply clung to him, looping his arms around the man's neck to keep from falling flat on his face.

"Thirsty."

His voice was hoarse. He tilted his head, and a loose strand of hair fell to one side, revealing his pale, delicate collarbone. Pei Yan's dark eyes instantly grew heavy, and the hand gripping Chu Ye's waist tightened.

"Oh?" Pei Yan raised an eyebrow, his voice turning a little shrill. "Then what would Your Majesty like me to do?"

Looking up slightly, Chu Ye saw the man's thin, red-maple lips. He swallowed and followed his most primal instinct, clutching the man before him and leaning in to kiss him.

Their lips met. Pei Yan's body stiffened, his expression unreadable. But after only a moment's thought, he bent down, cupped the back of Chu Ye's head, and deepened the kiss himself.

The next morning, Chu Ye awoke among red silk curtains.

He looked up and met Pei Yan's faintly amused gaze. Pei Yan held his hand in a delicate orchid gesture and spoke unhurriedly. "Your performance last night certainly opened my eyes, Your Majesty."

It had been intoxicating and bone-melting, all soft vulnerability, nothing like the timid, awkward, reserved person Chu Ye usually was.

Remembering those misty eyes pleading with him again and again last night, Pei Yan slowly smiled with interest.

At last, this palace was going to get interesting.

One day, Chu Ye suddenly noticed that his belly had grown beneath his luxurious robes. Waves of nausea followed, and only then did he realize he had transmigrated into a world where men could give birth. After repeatedly sleeping with that damned eunuch, he was pregnant with his child.

A beautiful transmigrated little emperor as the bottom / a gloomy, powerful chief eunuch as the top

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