Early the following morning, the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon. Mu Zhan had already gotten up to wash and get dressed and was ready to attend the court session.
Wen Mingyu, meanwhile, was still curled up in bed, sleeping. When he felt movement, he groggily opened his eyes and hugged Mu Zhan sideways. He mumbled something drowsily, his voice thick with sleep.
Mu Zhan hugged him in return, smiling as he said, “I will be back soon. Be good, and have someone come find me if anything happens.”
After saying that, he bent down and gave Wen Mingyu a quick peck on the corner of Wen Mingyu’s lips. Wen Mingyu cringed back slightly, mumbling that he hadn’t washed up. But Mu Zhan didn’t mind at all. He just drew him in and stole another kiss. Knowing he was running out of time and that he would be late if he didn’t leave son, he had no choice but to go.
Wen Mingyu didn’t have work, so he drilled into the quilt to get extra sleep. He didn’t wake up until he was completely full of sleep.
Ever since becoming pregnant, his emotions had sometimes been unstable, and he had become even more reliant on and fond of Mu Zhan’s company.
When Mu Zhan wasn’t in Taiji Hall and was busy with work, he would build a nest out of Mu Zhan’s clothes, piling them together and nestling into them, taking comfort in his familiar scent.
Mu Zhan came back from the next morning’s court and saw him clinging to his clothes. He stopped in the middle of his stride, and a smile spread across his face. He scooped up the young man into his arms.
The scent of pheromones was naturally the strongest on their body. Wen Mingyu was suddenly enveloped in a broad embrace, but instead of freaking out, he skillfully determined the most comfortable position, put his arms around Mu Zhan’s neck, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and laid on his shoulder, clinging affectionately.
Although he was resting and focused on nurturing his pregnancy in the name of sick leave, Wen Mingyu wasn’t entirely idle. He had brought some documents back and worked on compiling historical records.
The documents to be used naturally included theDaily Records. There were also those written by Wei Chen.
Picking it up, Wen Mingyu started reading it seriously. However, the more he read, the stranger his expression became, and even his ears turned red. For those who didn’t know, they might think he was reading something indecent.
In reality, they were just records of the emperor’s daily life.
The daily records that Wei Chen wrote were submitted to Mu Zhan for review. Mu Zhan would then remove any contents deemed unfit for national history, keeping those parts for his personal reading.
When Mu Zhan first mentioned this to Wen Mingyu, he had assured him that there wouldn’t be anything improper in it. Since Mu Zhan was usually reliable, Wen Mingyu believed him without question. But now, looking at these records…
If we follow the emperor’s daily life and document it in the national history based on these records, what would the future generations think?!
There weren’t any overly explicit descriptions. He was only a small editor, why was the emperor looking at him more often than he looked at anyone else? And smiling at him?
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Wen Mingyu listened and was dumbfounded. The small details in the records seemed to pale in comparison. Could it be he was just overanalyzing because he felt self-conscious about his special relationship with Mu Zhan, even though most people wouldn’t find it suspicious at all? Was his heart too dirty?
In the end, the content of the records didn’t change much. Wen Mingyu was duped into believing that editing it would make it seem more suspicious. If they behaved in a natural and honest manner, nobody would think too much about it.
In the blink of an eye, time flew by like sand flowing through fingers.
Wen Mingyu was now almost nine months pregnant, and his due date was fast approaching.
His body became heavier at this stage, and fetal movements were much more active.
Wen Mingyu was half-lying on the bed, and looking down, he suddenly saw a lump bulging out so violently on his belly, almost as if it was going to kick right through his belly and emerge. Wen Mingyu was surprised and felt a bit of pain. He involuntarily shuddered.
Mu Zhan witnessing this was equally surprised. Although those books had mentioned that fetal movements were supposed to get stronger, witnessing it firsthand was an entirely different experience.
What are the little ones doing inside, playing cuju?He wished he could tie them in a bundle so they would stop moving so widely.
Seeing Wen Mingyu in pain, Mu Zhan grew annoyed and even asked the imperial physician if there was a way to suppress the movements. The imperial physician was even more taken aback. Strong fetal activity indicated that the heir was healthy and energetic, ah. Why would someone want to suppress it?
Mu Zhan was forced to relent and gently hugged Wen Mingyu after the imperial physician explained that this was a normal and necessary process. He released some pheromones to soothe him. Just as Wen Mingyu’s fruity scent could give him peace, his own presence and scent provided him a sense of security.
It was the heart of winter, and snow was seen falling outside, but the chambers within the temple were kept warm by the floor heating system. Nestled in Mu Zhan’s arms, Wen Mingyu slept soundly, surrounded in cozy warmth.
Though he was heavier now, he couldn’t just stay in bed all the time. On days when the weather was pleasant, he would take a stroll outside. After all, Mu Zhan wouldn’t let him out if the snow was too heavy or the cold too harsh.
Today the sun was out, hanging high in the sky, casting sunshine that bathed the palace in a gentle warmth.
Wen Mingyu wore thick layers and also added a cloak with a white fur collar that covered half of his face. A pair of fluffy rabbit ears hung down softly on the sides of his face. He looked irresistibly soft and cute.
He gazed out at the beauty of the silver globe. The ground seemed to have been draped with a thick blanket of snow. His heart couldn’t help but stir with excitement.
“I want to build a snowman.”
But Mu Zhan was too worried, fearing that he would trip in the snow and fall. He directly said, “I’ll build one for you.”
Wen Mingyu was about to protest since there was no fun watching. On second thought, though, he had never seen Mu Zhan engage with snow before. He nodded, a little curious.
Mu Zhan helped him settle onto a beauty coach under the eaves before he himself walked out into the snowy courtyard. He squatted down and began making snowballs.
It was really a novel and funny sight, Mu Zhan doing something so childlike.
As Wen Mingyu watched with interest, he soon noticed something strange. Despite the light-hearted nature of building a snowman, Mu Zhan still maintained a solemn appearance as if he was on official business. He moved with surgical precision, his face focused and expressionless.
Making snowballs wasn’t hard for Mu Zhan, even though he didn’t do this very often. Before long, he had built two snowmen, each about two feet tall.
Then, Mu Zhan stuck brown twigs on one snowman’s head and droopy leaves to the other.
Wen Mingyu recognized right away that they were meant to be dragon horns and rabbit ears. The snowmen were Mu Zhan and him.
Actually cute.
Wen Mingyu, unable to contain his smile, said, “And build a baby snowman, too.”
After all, it wouldn’t be long before their child comes out.
Mu Zhan had no objections. He nodded and picked up another handful of snow and then carefully shaped a little snowman. Once he was finished, he didn’t stop and continued to build another one.
Wen Mingyu blinked. Was Mu Zhan expecting twins?
But when the second baby snowman was done, Mu Zhan shifted slightly and kept going.
Wen Mingyu: “…???”
He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Exactly how many do you want? Are you trying to put together acujuteam?”
Mu Zhan asked in return, “Don’t rabbits give birth to three to nine in a litter?”
Wen Mingyu: “…”
With a guilty conscience, he remembered intentionally tricking Mu Zhan. It was true that rabbits had big litters, but he was an Omega and was born with a lop-eared rabbit form. At the end of the day, he was still human.
Wen Mingyu was just about to explain when Mu Zhan calmly added that all the necessary baby clothes and items for the imperial heirs had already been prepared. There was no need to be afraid of insufficient resources. He most likely meant that regardless of the number of them born, they could afford to rear it.
Wen Mingyu’s words got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t say much, or better yet, it would be best to wait for Mu Zhan to discover it on his own later.
His eyes strayed to the two big snowmen, who were now encircled by a throng of small snow babies, some of whom had droopy leaves on their heads and others who had twigs. His feelings were a mix of warmth and panic. He was touched by the sight, yet slightly nervous about his expectations.
More than ten days later, Wen Mingyu’s due date came.
The fetal movements lessened at this point, but the abdominal pains appeared and grew more frequent.
Until one day, when he sat down to have his meal, a sharp cramp stab through his stomach. At the same time, he felt an odd dampness beneath him. He looked down, startled, and actually saw blood staining the cushion red.
His mind hummed, unable to process what was going on. He instinctively raised his head and met Mu Zhan’s eyes.
Mu Zhan’s face instantly paled.
ChiFu: sorry for the late update! I’m going cross-eyed with all the requirements they want us to complete TT