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TEWRAWTEC CH 25
by jj.ssasipscoffeeChapter 25: Forced into Pregnancy
Yun Mingzhuo felt miserable, but the other little lovers in the palace were jealous of what they saw as his good luck—being favored by Murong Zichen.
Yun Mingzhuo gave a bitter laugh. The mindset of ancient people was truly baffling. How could they actually envy him for being sexually assaulted? Their values were completely skewed!
He thought all these palace consorts, despite being beautiful and delicate, must have holes in their heads.
***
Huaning Palace.
Consort Hua sat with one leg crossed over the other, tearing into a chicken drumstick with gusto. “Seems like that dog Emperor Murong is really into you. Hey, you’re not planning to rat me out now, are you?”
You couldn’t really blame Consort Hua for her suspicions—it was because the original Yun Yaofan had such a shady personality. She was deeply worried that Yun Mingzhuo would betray her the moment he got a little benefit.
“Favor? He’s just using me!” Yun Mingzhuo scoffed coldly.
“If he’s using you, it means you’re valuable! Xiao Yun, don’t tell me you’re pretending to be indifferent when deep down you’re totally floating on air?”
A vein throbbed on Yun Mingzhuo’s forehead. “Are you insane?” Floating on air? What was this fat girl even talking about?
Consort Hua, now angry at being insulted, shot back, “Why are you yelling at me, Xiao Yun? You were always desperate for that dog Emperor Murong to notice you. Now he’s paying attention, and suddenly you want to run away? Men! Your hearts are as mysterious as the bottom of the sea!”
Yun Mingzhuo: “…” Not at all! It’s just that this body now has a different soul inside.
What made Yun Mingzhuo even more desperate was the fact that Murong Zichen had actually ordered all the contraceptive pills in the palace destroyed.
Yun Mingzhuo cursed Murong Zichen in his heart. So this bastard really wanted him to “carry on the royal bloodline”!
The court officials had all been pressuring Murong Zichen to choose an empress and produce an heir. Murong Zichen was annoyed beyond measure. He didn’t want Qin Yansheng to suffer the hardship of a ten-month pregnancy, and he had no desire to touch a woman—so he came up with this plan: let Yun Mingzhuo carry the imperial seed.
At first, Yun Mingzhuo didn’t understand why Murong Zichen was doing this. But Consort Hua, who knew Murong Zichen and Qin Yansheng all too well, explained everything to him. Male pregnancies had extremely high rates of death during childbirth. Murong Zichen couldn’t bear the thought of losing his precious Yansheng, so he passed the “sacred duty” of childbearing onto Yun Mingzhuo instead.
Yun Mingzhuo was devastated. Damn it, if he actually got pregnant, wasn’t there a high chance he could die from it?
Heaven, what sin did I commit to deserve this?!
He couldn’t bear the thought of being a tool for others, but what could he do? He had been reborn into the body of a powerless eunuch. This was a world where the weak were prey to the strong. Because he was weak, he had no choice but to suffer unfair treatment.
***
Night fell.
Silence hung over Qingxiang Palace. Yun Mingzhuo had already dismissed the two palace maids, so now only he and Mo Hua lived there.
When Murong Zichen arrived, Yun Mingzhuo immediately sent Mo Hua out.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth in frustration, but in the end, he left Yun Mingzhuo’s bedchamber.
Murong Zichen chuckled. “Your guard looks pretty slow-witted. How about I assign someone a bit sharper to you?”
“Thank you for Your Majesty’s kindness. Mo Hua may be a bit slow, but he’s very loyal to me. He’s a good kid.”
If Mo Hua were replaced, what meaning would there be left for him? In this palace, Mo Hua was the only person he could truly trust.
Murong Zichen sat down on the edge of the bed and teased, “Don’t tell me consort Yun has fallen for that slow-witted boy?”
Yun Mingzhuo replied helplessly, “I haven’t.”
He might be gay, but Mo Hua was like a younger brother to him—how could he possibly fall for someone who felt like family? He didn’t understand why everyone assumed there was something between the two of them.
(To be continued…)