How to Deal with Having the Villainous Tyrant’s Child Chapter 116

Chapter 116

He went mad thinking about Yuwen Min. Why hadn’t he come back? Why had he gone off to fight?

Was he safe? Could he die?

If he died, what would happen to him and Ah Chan?

Far away, fighting at the frontier, Yuwen Min suddenly felt a pang in his heart, an unshakable unease.

He had just received Wang Fei’s grand gift, a moment for joy—so why did he feel uneasy?

He lifted his heavy sword and chopped off the head of an enemy soldier, then raised the flag on his back and gave a signal.

Lu Hanzhi had assigned him several flag signals to control the ballista over long distances.

A single flag signal sounded, and the whoosh of arrows filled the air. The heads of the enemy commanders fell in response.

On the other side, the army froze for a few minutes, then collapsed like a landslide, retreating in a tide-like fashion.

Pride swelled in Yuwen Min’s chest. No wonder he’s my wife, he thought. This ballista was truly effective.

Yet the lingering ache of concern he had felt earlier still clung to him, refusing to fade for a long while.

Back at the main tent, he still felt uneasy, so he summoned a messenger. This time, he wrote a letter filled with longing and sent it home.

Just thinking about it, he realized he shouldn’t have been so stubborn, shouldn’t have been sulking with him.

Even though his heart had been bursting with joy, he had deliberately withheld letters three times.

In the letter, Yuwen Min confessed his faults and expressed how much he missed Lu Hanzhi and Ah Chan.

But even after sending the letter, his unease remained.

The anxiety reached its peak. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do, so he went to the enemy camp and brought back two heads of enemy commanders.

After returning, he felt a bit better. Indeed, killing was the best way to calm all emotions.

He had realized this in his previous life, otherwise he wouldn’t have become addicted to bloodshed, spiraling out of control.

Before coming to the battlefield, he had worried that once he saw blood, he might lose himself again.

But now, it seemed fine. The uncontrollable rage from his previous life could, in this life, be managed at will.

Yuwen Min didn’t know that this result was thanks to Lu Hanzhi suppressing it for him that night.

He remembered that in his past life, after ascending the throne, the murderous energy inside him became uncontainable.

He had wanted to take control of the entire Great Zhao, but his reason had already been completely overridden by his rage.

It was painful; every day he struggled to restrain the bloodlust inside, trying not to let it overpower his mind.

Ultimately, before he lost all reason, he had chosen to end his life.

He looked at the sandbox terrain map, noting the six allied nations’ positions, and the six small countries behind them.

Though these six countries were tiny, and far less resource-rich than Great Zhao, together they still formed a considerable territory.

Who would have guessed that under Great Zhao’s vast expanse, dozens of officials were involved in treason?

Even if their levels varied, in his eyes, anyone harboring treason deserved death.

Now, looking back, some of them could have been counterbalanced.

Yuwen Min placed flags on all six countries. He decided the best way to remove external threats was to annex them one by one.

With the Eight-Ox Ballista provided by Wang Fei, what was there to fear?

Far away in the capital, Lu Hanzhi lay half-dead on his bed.

Standing beside him were Sacred-Handed Lin and his Second Sister, Yuwen Jue.

Yuwen Jue’s expression was awkward. He cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Um… Han’er, at least say something. Don’t be upset!”

Sacred-Handed Lin unusually lowered himself and said, “Brother Lu, this matter… cannot be blamed on me. The contraceptive pills could be resisted by ordinary Xiao Langjun. Perhaps it is because your and Wang Ye’s constitutions are exceptional.”

Lu Hanzhi chuckled twice, thinking, Ah, so you mean Yuwen Min’s X fluid is more potent than usual?

But it seemed the little perverted Yuwen clan really… were incredibly fertile. Looking at each of them, they were truly capable of producing heirs!

Yuwen Jue placed his hands on his waist. “Well… it may not be a bad thing. You could have another child, a brother for Ah Chan. You know, prosperity in the family is a blessing.”

Lu Hanzhi felt utterly frustrated. He couldn’t imagine having a child in his own belly.

Raising Ah Chan had been convenient. But carrying a child himself would require courage.

He pressed his temples, took a deep breath, and asked, “What if… it’s a girl?”

Yuwen Jue also felt awkward. It was rare for Xiao Langjun to bear daughters, but there was a chance.

“If… if it’s a girl, that’s fine too! Our Yuwen family rarely has daughters. Among the younger generation, there is only Princess Zhaoyun. Having a little sister would mean she would be spoiled endlessly.”

Lu Hanzhi’s headache worsened.

He realized why he had been feeling nauseous recently, why he couldn’t eat, and subconsciously thought his waist had thickened.

So that’s it—he was pregnant?

Was it really that simple?

He guessed it must have happened the last time before Yuwen Min left, when the contraceptive pill’s effect was nearly gone.

That day, he and Yuwen Min had been quite indulgent—at least three times.

He had only intended to strengthen him, never expecting he’d strengthen his own belly.

Lu Hanzhi took a deep breath. “Second Sister… will it hurt?”

Yuwen Jue asked, “Wh… what?”

Lu Hanzhi said, “I mean… being pregnant. Will it hurt?”

Yuwen Jue laughed. “Pregnancy? How could it hurt? Of course not. Um… before, I carried a fetus for three months. The first trimester was unstable, with signs of miscarriage. So… it can hurt, but normally it doesn’t.”

He added, “Giving birth, of course, hurts. Whether for a woman or Xiao Langjun, it’s like walking through the gates of death.”

Lu Hanzhi waved his hand. I know that.

Yuwen Jue, worried he might feel pressured, continued: “But you’ve already carried Ah Chan. You have experience. Having been through it once, it won’t hurt as much as the first time. And with Sacred-Handed Lin here, he can help ease the pain.”

Lu Hanzhi believed him—Sacred-Handed Lin had the Ma Fei acupuncture technique.

He only wondered how effective the local anesthesia would be. If it wasn’t enough, he could always exchange for an anesthetic from the system’s store.

At this point, no amount of worry would help.

He was already pregnant—he couldn’t let it go.

Aborting in ancient times could be deadly. And if the procedure wasn’t complete, complications were even more likely.

Lu Hanzhi’s mood wasn’t very good. Perhaps it was because Yuwen Min wasn’t by his side, which made him feel down.

This was understandable. During pregnancy, hormonal fluctuations could easily affect one’s emotions, making them unstable.

Lu Hanzhi thought for a moment and said, “No one must know about my pregnancy.”

He feared that if Su Wan’ning found out, she would come here to stir trouble again.

He wasn’t worried about her actually harming him; after all, with his gold-level abilities, he could always turn danger into safety.

Yuwen Jue said, “You can rest assured. Besides the three of us, no one knows you’re pregnant. But… you can’t hide it from Mother Concubine. You need to inform her.”

Lu Hanzhi replied, “I know. I want to personally go to the palace and tell Mother Concubine myself. I also have other matters to discuss with her.”

Yuwen Min nodded. “Then tomorrow I will accompany you to the palace.”

In any case, Lu Hanzhi finally came to accept that he was pregnant.

Although he was still frustrated. If only I had been more careful… he thought, wishing he had gone to the system’s store to exchange for a box of emergency contraception.

But now, it was too late for regrets; he could only give birth.

Ah Chan, noticing the solemn expressions of the adults, ran over to join the commotion.

Lu Hanzhi picked up Ah Chan, kissed his cheek, and asked, “Chan’er, do you want a little brother?”

Ah Chan looked confused. “A brother?”

Lu Hanzhi asked again, “Or do you want a little sister?”

Ah Chan still looked puzzled. “A sister?”

Lu Hanzhi pressed further: “Which do you like better, a brother or a sister?”

Ah Chan clapped his little hands and showed two tiny tiger teeth. “(Older) Brother!”

Lu Hanzhi: …

Son, you’ve really put your father in a tough spot. No matter how powerful I am, I can’t travel through time to give you a real older brother.

Still, Lu Hanzhi could understand why Ah Chan wanted a brother—because he already had a great older brother, Xiao Liuzi.

Xiao Liuzi was indeed a highly responsible brother, spending more time with Ah Chan than even Lu Hanzhi did.

His own studies kept him busy, with lessons and martial training.

But whenever he had a free moment, he would be around Ah Chan.

Lu Hanzhi felt relieved. Fortunately, he had kept Xiao Liuzi close to Ah Chan; otherwise, the boy would have been lonely.

Being Yuwen Min’s eldest son, Xiao Liuzi carried a lot of responsibility.

Since Lu Hanzhi was now expecting a second child, he decided to give birth to it, so that Ah Chan and Xiao Liuzi would have a playmate.

Meanwhile, in the Crown Prince’s residence, Su Wan’ning had just received a letter from a maid.

It was from Yuwen Mingji, reporting that the western frontier was ready, and a major battle was imminent.

Their objective wasn’t the border towns of the Great Zhou. They only needed to kill Yuwen Min, and Yuwen Mingji would fulfill his promise.

He had promised the six western kingdoms that once he became emperor, not only would he cede three western provinces to them, but he would also open the border trade for a full hundred years.

The western desert mostly consisted of barren land; people only lived near oases.

The harsh environment made life for them even more difficult than for the people of the Great Zhao.

They desired life. They yearned for prosperity.

Yuwen Mingji’s promise made it worth risking their lives.

After all, whether they fought or not, death was inevitable.

The average life expectancy in the desert was under forty; fifty was considered long-lived.

Su Wan’ning burned the letter, finally revealing a satisfied smile.

As long as Yuwen Min died, what could Lu Hanzhi do to stir trouble?

He was just a Xiao Langjun; he could never remarry.

He would spend the rest of his life as a widow, enduring longing and heartbreak each month.

Such an outcome pleased her.

But she had to be cautious. The crown prince must not get involved, or if Yuwen Mingji’s plan failed, the crown prince would be implicated.

Recently, she had applied psychological pressure on the crown prince, causing him to make mistakes in court.

The ministers began murmuring that the crown prince’s abilities were mediocre.

They had long known that, compared to the emperor’s eldest son, the crown prince’s intelligence was lacking; compared to the emperor’s fourth son, his martial ability was weak; and compared to the emperor’s third son, his ambition was limited.

He was an average man—capable of maintaining the realm in peacetime, accomplishing nothing spectacular, but unable to bring great advantage to the Great Zhao.

Yet an average crown prince also had benefits. If he wasn’t too smart, he wouldn’t act impulsively.

If his martial ability was limited, he wouldn’t aggressively invade other countries—fewer wars.

If he wasn’t overly ambitious, he would act cautiously and steadily.

Viewed this way, he was not entirely bad.

Moreover, the crown prince was resilient and could endure hardships. Entrusting him with the empire, he would not slack in governance.

Just as Su Wan’ning finished burning the letter, she heard chaos outside.

Frowning, she opened the window and asked her personal maid, “What’s happening?”

The young maid stepped forward, bowing. “Side Consort, Princess Zhaoyun is about to give birth.”

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