After Scheming Against the Enemy Nation’s Emperor, I Got Pregnant Chapter 110

After leaving Jiang Huaiyi, Xiao Yun returned to his camp outside the city. When Jiang Huaichu saw him again, the man who was usually energetic and lively seemed oddly subdued and downcast.

They wouldn’t make it back to Xiao Yun’s camp tonight. Since Jiang Huaichu hadn’t seen Jiang Huaiyi in half a month, he was worried and didn’t want to leave yet. So the two of them stayed at the Nanruo palace for the night.

During dinner, Xiao Yun sat across from him, clearly distracted. Jiang Huaichu looked at him several times, but he didn’t react. So Jiang Huaichu quietly got up and left for a bit.

When he returned, Xiao Yun had changed out of the ceremonial robes he wore to see Jiang Huaiyi and into casual clothes.

Jiang Huaichu paused.

The imperial robes of Great Ning were black and gold. Only Nanruo’s were white and gold. Xiao Yun had always liked wearing black—he said it was practical and dignified. But now, he had changed into a white robe. Refined? Not really. But the usual roughness was replaced with a more polished, roguish charm. He looked like a nobleman from a wealthy family—or perhaps one that was a bit too old.

He was even wearing the same color as Jiang Huaichu.

Xiao Yun sat by the window. When he saw him return, he said gloomily, “Chuchu, come stargazing with me, will you?”

Jiang Huaichu was taken aback. “…Sure.”

Just as he was about to call for someone to bring chairs outside, Xiao Yun got up in three quick steps, walked over, and took his hand.

“Not outside.”

“Not outside, then where?”

Xiao Yun raised his finger and pointed to the roof eaves.

Jiang Huaichu’s eyes widened slightly. “…But this is the palace, surely that’s not—”

Xiao Yun’s expression darkened again, and Jiang Huaichu swallowed the rest of his words. Slowly, he said, “Alright.”

Xiao Yun suppressed the corners of his mouth from lifting, kept a sullen look on his face, and pulled him outside.

He called for the palace attendants to bring a ladder, then carried Jiang Huaichu steadily on his back, step by step, up to the roof.

Looking down at the group of stunned, red-faced palace staff, Jiang Huaichu’s own face began to burn.

Xiao Yun was already seated beside him, still not at ease. He held onto him and guided him forward in small, careful steps.

From such a height, the palace attendants below looked tiny. The night sky felt close enough to touch, filled with dazzling stars.

Xiao Yun pulled him to sit beside him, his strong arm wrapping behind Jiang Huaichu, half a shoulder resting against his back. In the cool autumn air, it passed along a steady warmth.

Jiang Huaichu asked, “Why do you suddenly want to look at the stars?”

Xiao Yun said, “I just felt like it.”

Jiang Huaichu was silent for a while, his eyes calm as he looked at him. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Xiao Yun suddenly lowered his head and said nothing.

Jiang Huaichu looked away, loosely hugged his knees, and raised his head to gaze at the stars. He smiled. “They really are beautiful.”

“Are they?”

Jiang Huaichu looked up at the sky, where every star tried its hardest to shine and radiate its own light.

He asked, “Why are you suddenly wearing Nanruo’s robes?”

Xiao Yun said, “Do you like it?”

Jiang Huaichu replied, “You looked better in Great Ning’s.”

Xiao Yun was genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Mm, a far cry,” Jiang Huaichu said with a laugh.

Xiao Yun’s heart pounded violently as he looked at that smile. “…Chuchu, there’s something I need to say.”

Jiang Huaichu’s brows arched gently as he said lightly, “No need. I know.”

“You do?” Xiao Yun paused, his voice slightly heavy. “Then what do you plan to—”

His eyes widened.

Jiang Huaichu had taken hold of his large hand and gently hooked his finger.

Looking at the slender, pale finger twined around his own, Xiao Yun felt fireworks explode in his chest, making his entire torso go numb. For a moment, he couldn’t believe what it meant. “…Chuchu?”

Jiang Huaichu just smiled at him. His overly fair skin faintly blushed.

Xiao Yun’s voice trembled. “But your royal brother…”

Jiang Huaichu grabbed his hand. Xiao Yun didn’t even have time to hide the fact that his hands were trembling from excitement—he felt utterly embarrassed.

Xiao Yun said, “What’s wrong? Are you cold?”

Jiang Huaichu didn’t answer. He simply pulled Xiao Yun’s hand up to his own white robe.

Xiao Yun was slightly dazed, watching as he led his hand layer by layer through the folds of his garments, tucking it inside. His eyes nearly popped out. “Chuchu?!”

The man in front of him had long, soft black hair falling loosely around his shoulders. The autumn wind blew gently, ruffling the strands into a beautiful mess. His robes were spotless, his features elegant and dignified—he looked like someone who inspired distance, dignity, and restraint. And yet, he was holding a man’s hand, guiding it to the innermost part of his meticulously tidy robes, looking him straight in the eye with utter calm.

Xiao Yun’s animal instincts were instantly ignited. His mind exploded into chaos. Looking at the man who still smiled at him, lust surged uncontrollably. Xiao Yun hurriedly tried to pull his hand back. “Chuchu… don’t—”

But he stopped mid-sentence. His breath caught.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

Jiang Huaichu tilted his head and looked at him.

Xiao Yun had touched something round beneath the layers of clothing, pressed close to Jiang Huaichu’s skin.

His hand froze.

From the outside, it looked like he had shoved his entire hand inside Wangye’s robes, openly taking advantage of him.

Jiang Huaichu’s robes had been disturbed, layer after layer unfolding. The red string around his neck, previously hidden, was now revealed. It was vivid and thick, hanging conspicuously against his pale neck.

From the moment Xiao Yun saw that string, his mind went blank.

Jiang Huaichu looked down. Xiao Yun’s hand laid against his skin, touching the flawless white jade pendant hanging from the red string. His face flushed a deeper red, yet he didn’t push Xiao Yun away or close his robe. On the contrary, he allowed the robe to stay open, allowed Xiao Yun to hold that piece of jade.

Neither of them said anything for a while.

After some time, Xiao Yun suddenly clenched the jade tightly in his palm.

His palm felt like it was burning. Fire coursed through his veins, and emotion flared in his chest, endless and consuming. He was boiling over, his hand trembling slightly, his voice lost to the heat.

That piece of jade had been through so much—it was casually given away, worn with impure motives, returned, forced back, forgotten in heartbreak—and in the end, it found its way back to Jiang Huaichu’s neck.

After everything, it was still intact.

How did he deserve this?

All his chasing had finally led to an answer.

“Chuchu…” Xiao Yun choked a little. “But your royal brother—”

Jiang Huaichu lowered his head and gently said, “You’re also my man. You’re the father of my child.”

Xiao Yun felt like he was dreaming. The shock was too much. For a moment, he couldn’t process it and just froze in place.

Jiang Huaichu smiled, eyes soft and bright. “Don’t worry. I chose you. I won’t leave you. It may be hard—but Jiang Huaichu isn’t afraid.”

“Xiao Yun, this jade… I’m not your possession.”

Xiao Yun said, “I know. I was wrong. Back then, I didn’t know how to respect you.”

But Jiang Huaichu clearly didn’t intend to dig up old grievances. He leaned close to Xiao Yun’s ear, paused as if gathering all his courage, and softly whispered: “I’m not your possession—but… I am yours.”

Xiao Yun suddenly looked at him.

“No need to atone. If the love is mutual, where’s the sin?” Jiang Huaichu said slowly. “Xie Caiqing owes you an apology—I’m sorry.”

He said it solemnly. Xiao Yun was just about to shake his head when Jiang Huaichu added, with even more seriousness, “Jiang Huaichu owes you a confession: Xiao Yun, I love you.”

Xiao Yun, I love you.

The words rang out, firm and clear.

“Xiao Yun!”

In a sudden rush, Xiao Yun embraced him and kissed him.

Jiang Huaichu was on top of Xiao Yun, who was beneath him, one hand tightly holding his now heavier waist, the other cradling the back of his head. He kissed him fiercely, as though trying to release all the surging emotion he had nowhere else to put.

Warm bodies, rapid breaths, so close there was no room left for anxiety.

The overwhelming sense of reality made Xiao Yun feel like—if he were to die at that moment, it would have been worth it.

Jiang Huaichu was kissed until he couldn’t catch his breath, his face reddening even more, yet he didn’t resist. For the first time, he didn’t push him away. Shyly, awkwardly, he even responded. Xiao Yun held him so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse him into his own bones and blood.

It wasn’t clear how long had passed before Xiao Yun finally let go.

Jiang Huaichu was slightly panting in his arms, long lashes trembling like crow feathers.

Xiao Yun chuckled, touching his nose to his, rubbing his cheek playfully, making Jiang Huaichu’s already flushed face burn even hotter.

Just as Jiang Huaichu was about to glare at him, the sky behind them suddenly boomed with a loud bang. Startled, he flinched, and Xiao Yun gently rubbed the back of his head, whispering, “It’s okay.”

He rolled over with Jiang Huaichu in his arms. Jiang Huaichu looked up—and saw a purple firework blooming in the night sky.

Within moments, more explosions followed, lighting up the sky with dazzling purple fireworks, one after another, bright and vibrant, outshining the stars, so fierce, so passionate.

Below, the palace attendants all tilted their heads upward, breath taken away, then burst into cheers and applause.

Fireworks were rare and expensive in Nanruo. It was their first time seeing so many blooming at once.

Jiang Huaichu, momentarily distracted by the fireworks and smiling faintly, suddenly realized something. His smile froze. He stiffened his neck and turned his head toward Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun grinned lazily. “Wife, beautiful, right? They’re for you. I’ve been secretly preparing this for a long time. Ever since you quietly hired people to clear my name, I’ve wanted to do this.”

Jiang Huaichu: “You…”

Xiao Yun put on an innocent look. “Your royal brother approved it. Didn’t you say you already knew everything?”

Jiang Huaichu’s face visibly turned scarlet, overcome with shame and anger. Without a word, he tried to get down.

Xiao Yun didn’t give him the chance. He pulled him back into his arms, held him close, and bit his flushed ear. “Wife said you love me. Both my ears heard it. Too late to regret now.”

Jiang Huaichu tried to escape, but Xiao Yun wouldn’t let him. “If you know everything, then you must know what I’m about to do.”

Jiang Huaichu shivered.

Xiao Yun pulled his hand forward, hugging him tightly from behind. He laughed softly:
“Chuchu, will you marry me?”

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—End of the main story.