The Enemy Prince Is Carrying My Child

Yan Mingzhao transmigrated one day and became a...

Jailer.

Yan Mingzhao: This is ridiculous. I work from dawn to dusk, but the pay is lousy.

After observing for a long time, he realized that his coworkers secretly took side jobs. People paid them to take good care of or mistreat certain prisoners, and the jailers could pocket the money.

Sounds reasonable.

I want in, too.

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Maybe there were too many jailers, or maybe Yan Mingzhao's face just didn't inspire confidence.

Nobody ever came to him.

Then one day, someone paid him a sum of money to "take good care" of a certain person.

Yan Mingzhao didn't know how to be a jailer, but he wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what the person meant.

It was just beating and scolding the prisoner and giving him some spoiled food. Easy peasy!!!

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Only after taking the gold ingots did Yan Mingzhao realize...

Uh...

He'd forgotten to ask who he was supposed to bully.

The other person wasn't annoyed. He simply told Yan Mingzhao that the target was the only enemy-country prisoner in the jail.

It looked like they'd chosen him because he was an idiot.

Yan Mingzhao wasn't bothered. He had the money, so he could just ask his coworkers.

Plan complete.

Yan Mingzhao diligently learned how to be a jailer from his coworkers: how to whip prisoners, how to use the punishment of the heated bronze, and how ropes were the most ordinary tool of all...

Watching all this, Yan Mingzhao felt an even deeper respect for people who were enthusiastic about playing letter games.

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A few days later, Yan Mingzhao figured that since he'd accepted the gold, he had to do the job, so he went to find the enemy-country prisoner.

Although the man wore prison clothes and looked quite exhausted, it was obvious that he had an exceptionally handsome face.

In two lifetimes, Yan Mingzhao had never seen anyone with features so strikingly refined.

Yan Mingzhao raised his whip several times, but couldn't bring himself to strike him.

He pretended to raise his fist, but in the end, he still couldn't bring it down.

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Yan Mingzhao never stopped taking the gold for the abuse. He took the money and delivered plenty of emotional value in return.

"That kid was beaten until he was barely breathing, covered in blood."

"That kid's food was all rotten. He was so hungry he looked like a skeleton."

The day before the beauty was taken away, Yan Mingzhao wept for a long time.

"Mute, even though you can't talk, I'd still be a little sad if you really died. How about leaving me your name, so I can put up a gravestone for you?"

The beauty remained silent.

Two months later, Yan Mingzhao was planning to go burn paper offerings for the beauty that evening, as usual, when he heard that the enemy country's new emperor had arrived in person.

Yan Mingzhao: ? What does that have to do with little old me?

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Everyone in the prison knelt to welcome the emperor. Then Yan Mingzhao suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Yan Chiyu, look up at me."

Yan Mingzhao froze. ? Bros, why did the enemy country's new emperor come here specifically to find me? Somebody save me, for real!

Bros, no need anymore, hehe. I'm a dad now. Our emperor gave birth to our child.

Theme: Always have hope in life.