After Scheming Against the Enemy Nation’s Emperor, I Got Pregnant Chapter 95

Another long silence.

“I was born that way!”

“Sure, sure, but ignoring the training you gave it later is on you.”

“I don’t care! I was born like that!”

The old master scowled. “So are you still taking the pills or not?”

“….” Xiao Yun’s expression didn’t change. “If I have a wife, then yes.”

“If I don’t have a wife… the pills are useless. They just cause heat in the body.” He slumped down, head drooping, fiddling with the plum the old man had thrown at him. It felt like he’d finally accepted reality, and the future looked bleak.

He’d treated Jiang Huaichu badly, bullied him, just so he wouldn’t look like the one chasing after love.

Who knew Jiang Huaichu had gone through all that just to…

Ugh. How was he supposed to know?

Xiao Yun snapped, “You were giving me a wife—why the h*ll didn’t you tell me?!”

The old master’s eyes went wide. “You’re blaming me now?! Don’t you hate arranged marriages? Be honest, with your temper back then, would you have agreed? And besides, if I told you, wouldn’t that have made our little plot obvious? Then it’s not fate anymore. But now? You fell for him on your own. That’s what I call destiny!”

“You mean destiny as in—my wife and kid are about to become someone else’s? Or when I cursed my own brother-in-law and my wife as a pair of filthy lovers? Or when his whole country is calling me a scumbag right now?”

“…Well,” the old man muttered, “who knew you were so capable? You managed to turn a love story into a national grudge.”

“…Old man,” Xiao Yun said wearily, “you got any ideas?”

The old master looked baffled. “You’re asking me? A 90-something-year-old virgin?”

“…Just tell me what you know about Chu Chu. Maybe I can think of something.”

The old master sighed and sat down. “And if there’s no way? Would you still go after him?”

Xiao Yun paused, then said angrily, “You’ve got it backwards! It’s because I have to go after him, that I need to find a way—not the other way around.”

The old master blinked, then burst out laughing. “That’s more like it! You are of the Xiao family!”

Though he always complained to outsiders about how unreliable Xiao Yun was, deep down he was proud of this great-grandson. When Xiao Yun was silly, he was really silly. But when he was serious, he was dead serious.

Xiao Yun never asked “Do you think I can do this?” or “Is this the right thing to do?” He made all his decisions himself and didn’t let others interfere. So when he did decide, it meant he truly wanted to.

Once he wanted something, all his energy went into overcoming every obstacle. The harder it was, the more creative he got, no matter how long it took—it was always better than standing still and wallowing in regret.

That’s how he managed to accomplish so many things.

The two generations were now finally aligned. The old master grew serious. “About Chu Chu’s health—I can’t tell you. It’s his private matter. If you want to know, ask him yourself.”

Xiao Yun nodded.

“What I can tell you,” said the old master, “is that Chu Chu is a good kid. Very sentimental, but also stubborn. Once he’s set on something, no one can change his mind. In that way, he’s a lot like you. Don’t be fooled by how gentle he seems. You think he’s reserved and shy? He crossed half the country to find you, secretly disobeyed his imperial brother, fought battles with a huge belly—he wasn’t afraid of getting exposed at all.”

Xiao Yun froze.

Lately, he’d been too overwhelmed to think clearly.

He always thought Jiang Huaichu was shy, really cared how others saw him. But…

The old man rolled his eyes at Xiao Yun’s dazed look. “That’s why I said you two are perfect for each other. Both of you act all aloof. You’re carefree on the outside, but he keeps his feelings hidden. You pretend not to care, but actually feel deeply. He seems uptight, but will do anything for what he believes in.”

Xiao Yun suddenly looked up at him.

“That’s right,” the old master sighed. “You know what you want, and what you don’t. You hate going in circles—you always want to do something, right? So does he. He won’t live a life he doesn’t want. Don’t even think about it.”

Xiao Yun suddenly looked a little stunned.

He finally understood why, at certain moments, he felt an indescribable pull toward Jiang Huaichu.

He and Jiang Huaichu, in essence, had no real disagreements.

Back in Northern Ning, he already had a vague feeling — being with Jiang Huaichu was incredibly, incredibly comfortable, inside and out, like the kind of comfort you’d want to spend a lifetime in. Outwardly, he and Jiang Huaichu were completely different in every way, but they felt incredibly close.

The old master said, “He’s actually easy to understand. If you’ve ever been good to him, he’ll remember it — he just doesn’t like to talk about it.”

Xiao Yun grinned, just about to laugh, when the old master gave a dry chuckle: “But if you’ve treated him badly, he’ll remember that clearly too. You don’t like being treated poorly — you think he does?”

Xiao Yun froze for a moment, thinking to himself, Why does this feel like he’s talking about me? Like looking into a mirror.

“He won’t let others decide his life for him, especially not a life he doesn’t want. And now that he has a child, he definitely won’t.”

“If you can sway him, make him believe that being with you is the life he truly wants, then he’ll stop at nothing for you,” the old master, for once, spoke in an elegant tone, then suddenly grinned in the same rogueish way as Xiao Yun, “Just like how he snuck behind his royal brother’s back to come find you — if it comes down to it, he’ll ignore his brother and marry you himself, give birth to your child. Wouldn’t that be satisfying?”

Xiao Yun smacked his lips, eyes usually deep and solemn now gleaming with pure, intense desire — like a dog seeing meat.

…

After leaving Miluo Manor, the emperor began smiling like a fool, grinning at everyone he saw — a smile as sincere and innocent as it could be.

His subordinates were creeped out, sweating bullets.

Even Xie Zhe couldn’t stop him and eventually gave up, putting on a mystic air of secrecy. Once they got in the carriage, he blurted, “Is it yours, Your Majesty?”

Xiao Yun nodded furiously: “Mine! It’s mine!”

Xie Zhe’s face lit up with joy.

Great Ning now had a little royal heir.

He quickly pressed for more, but Xiao Yun impatiently pushed his head away: “Don’t bother me! I don’t have time to let you be happy too — I’m thinking!”

Xie Zhe: “…”

Back at the command tent, Xie Zhe watched the man half-squatting and circling a round felt rug, rummaging underneath it as if he were excavating a site, and his mouth twitched: “Your Majesty, what are you looking for? This humble official will help you find it.”

Xiao Yun’s eyes lit up: “Found it!” He pulled out a dusty, colorless handkerchief from under the rug. Ignoring Xie Zhe’s baffled expression, he shouted for someone to bring in a basin of water. Then he sat in the grand armchair, rolled up his sleeves, flicked his robe aside like a bandit ready for action, dipped the handkerchief in water, and began scrubbing it vigorously.

Xie Zhe: “…”

He hurriedly pulled the tent curtains shut tight, looked hesitantly at Xiao Yun — now locked in an intense battle of wits and will against a dirty piece of cloth — and finally couldn’t hold back: “…Your Majesty, what about ‘treating your husband like heaven’?”

“He is my husband,” Xiao Yun said matter-of-factly, “Aren’t I treating him like heaven right now?!”

“…” Xie Zhe’s face froze.

The man in front of him had the full presence of the Great Ning’s manliest man — the voice, the posture, the bold movements — yet here he was, mauling a dainty, white embroidered handkerchief like it was a mortal enemy. The image was hard to digest. Xie Zhe asked, “But didn’t Your Majesty say you hated clinging to others?”

“What do you know?!” Xiao Yun rolled his eyes, “He doesn’t fawn over me, I don’t fawn over him — how are we supposed to live together?! Great-grandfather said my wife likes reciprocity. If I fawn over him first, then he’ll fawn back over me. Got it?!”

“The harder I fawn, the harder he’ll fawn back. That’s why I need to go all in!”

“…”

“There has to be an order to things! He’s my wife! He’s carrying my child! I’m also older than him! So what’s wrong with me going all out to pamper him first?!”

Xie Zhe’s mind was now full of nothing but the word “fawn” repeating over and over. In a daze, he imagined a pitch-black, glossy hunting dog and a snowy white little fox grooming each other affectionately.

The stain on the handkerchief had been there too long — Xiao Yun had scrubbed for ages and still couldn’t get it clean. Frustrated, he suddenly shouted: “Go issue a command — whenever we meet Nanruo people, we must fawn over them with all we’ve got!”

Xie Zhe looked utterly shocked: “…Your Majesty?”

“They want the little heir? It’s all about fawning skills, understand?!”

“…”

Xiao Yun frowned in thought: “Forget it, forget it. Our Great Ning people have never been as clever as those from Nanruo. If they fawn wrong or overdo it, it could backfire. So…”

He stroked his chin, pondered a few seconds, and then enthusiastically waved his hand: “Let them watch how I do it first. I’ll demonstrate properly, and then they can copy me exactly!”

“…”

There was a dead silence. Xie Zhe’s face twisted: “How am I supposed to explain this? Liu Yun might just bash his head in when he hears it.”

Xiao Yun chuckled coldly: “If he finds out my wife’s pregnant, he’ll fawn harder than me.”

Xie Zhe paused for two seconds and muttered: “…Makes sense.”

Xiao Yun said: “Don’t tell them just yet. They’re still new at this and lack experience. Let me figure out the technique first — once I’ve mastered the art of fawning, then they can follow.”

Xie Zhe breathed a quiet sigh of relief: “…Alright.”

Xiao Yun sighed, “Who do you think is good at fawning? I’ll go ask for advice. I’ve never done it before. Let me think, who fawned on me in a way I liked the most — oh, d*mn, Xie Caiqing.”

Xie Zhe: “…”

Suddenly energized, Xiao Yun’s eyes sparkled: “If he could go all out to make me happy, then of course I can do the same. How can I lose to him? I’ll show my wife the unique charm of his husband’s fawning skills and make him fall for me completely.”

“…” Xie Zhe was speechless.

Xiao Yun, now full of determination, looked unstoppable: “From today on, I’m going to be the perfect, obedient spouse — until I win him over!”

“…” Xie Zhe watched him mumbling to himself and felt a bit unnecessary, just about to quietly slip away when Xiao Yun suddenly looked at him and reached out his hand.

Xie Zhe looked at him blankly.

“Return the sachet to me. It was a gift from my wife.”

Xie Zhe: “…”