His Majesty Is Pregnant with the Enemy Prince's Child

Researcher Ning Xu suddenly dies and transmigrates into a melodramatic boys' love novel his junior sister likes to read, becoming the newly enthroned, foolish but beautiful emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty, who shares his name.

In the novel, he is not only an idiot, but also cruel and debauched. He once forced a defeated enemy kingdom to offer its Seventh Prince as a hostage, subjecting him to one humiliation after another.

The moment Ning Xu opens his eyes, he finds himself standing before a bed decorated with mandarin ducks. The young man bound on it presses his thin lips together. His temples are damp with sweat, his jade-white face flushed, and his dark eyes suddenly lift. In a hoarse voice, he says:

"You dog of an emperor! One day, I'll kill you!"

Ning Xu, who is feeling just as uncomfortable, thinks for a moment, then simply throws himself onto him. "Then kill me right now!"

*

The next morning, Ning Xu wakes with aching hips and back and a sore stomach. He ponders why, when he was clearly the one on top, he ended up being pinned down because his limbs had no strength.

Ning Xu gets bold enough to do something wicked. With a flourish of his vermilion brush, he names Duan Yan, the enemy kingdom's hostage who attended him last night, his consort, and has him settled in the imperial harem.

A few days later, Ning Xu is buried in memorials when a palace attendant reports, "Your Majesty, Consort Duan's leg is terribly sore. Please go see him!"

A few more days later, as Ning Xu angrily debates with his ministers, the attendant reports again, "Your Majesty, Consort Duan is cold in this snowy weather. Please go see him!"

A few more days after that, Ning Xu tries to leave the palace for a hunting trip to clear his head. The attendant reports once again, "Your Majesty, Consort Duan has food poisoning. You really must go see him this time!"

Ning Xu flies into a rage. Every time he goes to see him, his back aches for a whole day. That Duan fellow is clearly up to no good. This is intolerable! Guards, throw him into the Cold Palace!

Many days later, an attendant rushes in with another report. "Your Majesty, Consort Duan..."

Ning Xu: "I'm not going!"

"Consort Duan has escaped the palace!!!"

Ning Xu: "...What?"

*

The history books record that on the day the Seventh Prince of Yan returned home, the people cheered and lined the streets to welcome him. Three months later, Duan Yan mustered his forces, broke through the enemy capital's gates, and unified ten thousand miles of territory.

Meanwhile, the deposed emperor Ning Xu fled the palace and vanished without a trace.

The new emperor flew into a rage and issued an order to capture him at any cost, mobilizing the entire nation.

Notices were posted throughout the city. While soldiers searched the streets, Ning Xu hid in an inconspicuous little shack, clutching a belly that grew larger by the day. His clothes were disheveled, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Wah... I could accept getting executed, but why didn't anyone tell me this was an mpreg story?!"

* Extremely sensitive top x slightly oblivious bottom

* The top loves competing with other men. Give him something to compete over and he's instantly immersed in palace intrigue. Fight! Fight! As long as life goes on, the fighting never ends!

* Blurb archived on August 28, 2024

Coming soon: The Stolen Moon [Quick Transmigration]. If you're interested, add it to your favorites! "Bows"

Blurb:

"You descended into this world and saved him from the flames, sheltering him with your gentle rain."

"He trusted you, depended on you, and adored you."

"But you gave him no answer. Instead, you turned your gaze toward someone else."

"You left him in agony, consumed by obsession. After suffering day after day, he could no longer restrain his feelings and committed against you a crime that could never be forgiven."

"What do you mean, a crime that can never be forgiven?" Lan Yan asked.

The System smiled tactfully. "It's, um... that... beep!"

[World One: The Emperor and the Imperial Preceptor]

The crown prince's son has yet to come into his own when a palace coup suddenly leaves him imprisoned.

At the brink of despair, a beautiful man in white, living in seclusion in the mountains, rescues him.

The man's bearing is extraordinary, and his temperament gentle, but he covers his face with a veil because of an injury. They spend five years together. Even after the crown prince's son has reclaimed the throne, he still hasn't seen the young man's face.

To repay his kindness, the emperor appoints him imperial preceptor.

The emperor thinks this will let him keep the man by his side forever. He never expected that someone who seems as cool and pure as jade could fall in love. But his heart does not belong to the emperor.

The flames consume everything. The emperor, blood staining his cheek, emerges step by step with a sword in hand. He catches the young man trying to escape and pulls him tightly into his arms, then whispers in his ear.

"Imperial Preceptor, your Celestial Pole Palace is gone. Move into my bedchamber tonight, all right?"

[World Two: The General and His Savior]

Even a victorious general can meet defeat. His sword breaks, and arrows pierce his body.

As his consciousness fades, he feels someone drag him from a mountain of corpses and carry him away, stumbling forward one step at a time.

His savior is blind. Though he cannot see, his brows are like a crescent moon and his skin is as smooth as jade. He is a beauty praised throughout the surrounding villages.

After recovering and returning to court, the general brings his savior to his estate and searches the world for renowned doctors to treat the young man's eyes.

He never imagined that, not long after regaining his sight, his savior's gaze would pass over him and linger on someone else.

"If you couldn't see in the first place..."

The general covers the young man's eyes and asks hoarsely, word by word, "Would you never have noticed that good-for-nothing?"

Theme: Communication is the foundation for resolving conflict.