Pregnant After Becoming the Pharaoh's Moonlight

While slacking off on the clock, office drone Rong Mian accidentally transmigrated to ancient Egypt thousands of years in the past, where he became a high priest of prestigious status.

Every generation of high priests shared a secret: they were born with divine bodies, harmonizing yin and yang, and their bodies carried the Osiris curse. When the curse's poison flared, only someone with an extremely yang constitution could suppress it.

The night Rong Mian arrived, the new king ascended the throne, and the entire kingdom celebrated. The palace glittered with lights, and banquets stretched on for miles. As the high priest, he inevitably had a few too many drinks amid all the toasting.

As his vision grew hazy with drink, his body began to feel increasingly strange. Burning with heat and unable to bear it, he went alone to the palace river. In a dizzy spell, he bumped into a young, handsome man whose presence radiated an imperious, sharp-edged aura. As Rong Mian began to fall, a large hand promptly caught him around the waist.

A fresh lotus fragrance suddenly filled the air, pouring out in waves, impossible to stop. Following his instincts, Rong Mian lifted his arms around the man's neck and smiled brightly.

"Heh."

The man chuckled. "High Priest, so forward?"

Rong Mian had no mind to listen to what he was saying. The man's red lips opened and closed, looking as dazzling as freshly picked red berries from the garden. Thinking this, Rong Mian rose onto his tiptoes and leaned in.

The hand around his waist suddenly stiffened. A deep, potent allure filled the air. Then, unhurriedly, the man held the back of Rong Mian's head and drew him into his territory, taking advantage of their difference in height...

The next morning, between red silk curtains, the man looked at him with an amused smile. "The High Priest truly is one of a kind on the banks of the Nile."

With his bewitching, pliant body and coquettish charm, he clung to the man. There was no trace of his usual aloofness, dignity, or refinement.

The lotus fragrance on Rong Mian left the man unexpectedly captivated and enthralled.

Several days later, Rong Mian learned that the man was the new king of Egypt, Thutmose, with the power of life and death in his hands. The king had already drawn a circle around him, slowly luring him into his trap.

One day.

"Your Majesty is of noble status. I, your subject..." My frail body can't measure up. Rong Mian watched the man step closer and backed away again and again. But before he could finish that last sentence, it vanished beneath a chorus of muffled sobs and whimpers.

Ever since learning about Rong Mian's condition, the man had found new ways every day to make the poison in him spill out.

Gradually, Rong Mian's body underwent irreversible changes. It wasn't until he began retching in public during a divination ceremony that he understood what hidden mechanism the poison's flare-ups could trigger.

Check out my upcoming story in the author's collection: "Transmigrated as a Pharaoh, Targeted by a Sinister Priest"

Jing Jie’s grandfather was an archaeologist. During one expedition, he traveled across the ocean to ancient Egypt and brought back a Book of the Dead. Not long afterward, he died mysteriously.

As he lay dying, Jing Jie's grandfather told his father never to open the book lightly. Decades later, Jing Jie accidentally read it, and afterward he began having countless bizarre dreams.

Then one day, following his dream, Jing Jie returned to the mysterious land of Egypt. He stood before a statue of the dead in a museum, and suddenly everything went black.

When he woke, he was in an Egyptian palace thousands of years in the past.

He had become the crown prince of ancient Egypt, Ramses.

Looking at the splendid golden throne, the opulent palace, and the countless servants...

Jing Jie shook his head. Since he was here already, he might as well climb onto that throne and enjoy it for a few days.

To rule a kingdom for long, one needed the support of the temple. To secure his position, the young Ramses deliberately approached Is, the mysterious high priest with deep green eyes.

As the chief official of the priesthood, Is held a lofty status. His long, narrow eyes scrutinized the person who had come offering himself, and he extended an arm to draw him into his embrace.

No one knew that he had come down from the divine realm, cast aside his pride as a god of war, and waited here for countless years, all for the person before him.

Held in the man's arms, Jing Jie saw a dangerous, intense light in those green eyes, a look he couldn't understand. His heart skipped a beat. Had he taken this too far? Was he going to be seduced even as king?

"I'm done playing."

Jing Jie calmly pushed the man away, though inside he was panicking. Countless outrageous scenes flashed through his mind: he and Is locked in a passionate embrace, and even a child between them.

"Heh."

A chuckle sounded by Jing Jie's ear. His body seemed bound by some mysterious force, unable to move. Is undid a knot at the waist of his gorgeous white robe and, unhurriedly, pressed him against the blue-green stone steps nearby.

"I've helped you become king. Now it's your turn to show me some sincerity, big brother."

At the final words, a storm of kisses descended. Jing Jie was stunned. There was so much to take in. It was all a bit confusing.

Theme: Those who conquer fate are often the ones unwilling to sit around waiting for fortune to favor them.