SGT CH152: Shadow Guard Wants to Have My Baby

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[Scum Gong Value -10]

Mousse looked at the fluctuating Scum Attack Value on the light screen, and his originally groggy brain instantly cleared up.

What exactly happened yesterday?

This back-and-forth jumping of the Scum Attack Value made it seem like he was being scummy one moment and not the next.

But overall, the Scum Attack Value had decreased.

[Current Scum Attack Value: 50]

It had dropped by half, a very good development.

So what should he do next?

Mousse sat on the dragon chair, listening to the daily squabbles of the courtiers below, letting it go in one ear and out the other, while his mind formulated a plan to further reduce the Scum Attack Value.

Shadow One’s body was already much better; the most important thing next was to heal Shadow One’s heart.

Shadow One had been raised by him as a dog for a year, suffering humiliation.

Even his personality had been crushed by him.

Rather than being a person, Shadow One wanted to stay by his side as a dog.

Originally, Mousse had prepared a treatment plan for him, which was to leave the strict hierarchy of the palace and interact more with people outside the palace.

But Mousse couldn’t bear to let Shadow One live outside the palace all the time.

Going out occasionally was fine, but not for long-term living.

In this way, Shadow One must be given a new identity.

An identity that could stay in the palace without falling into the inherent pattern of revering him as master.

Selfishly, Mousse preferred Shadow One to continue being his exclusive shadow guard.

But Shadow One definitely wouldn’t accept it.

Between watching him, being close to him, and being his shadow guard, Shadow One had already made a choice.

Because he had feelings for him, he could no longer be a shadow guard with a focused mind and single purpose.

This sentence, no matter how you listen to it, sounded like a confession to him.

Mousse felt a little lightheaded, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Seeing that His Majesty seemed to be in a good mood, the courtiers below brought up the matter of selecting consorts again.

“Granted.”

Hearing this, the courtiers habitually wanted to persuade him a few more times.

“Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is the foundation of the country. If you don’t select a consort for a day, then for a day…”

Wait, did His Majesty just say… granted?

All the courtiers suspected they had heard wrong.

This really didn’t sound like something their Emperor, who seemed to plan on leaving the harem empty for life, would say.

“I already have a candidate in mind. The selection of consorts will not be a big affair. The Ministry of Rites just needs to prepare the conferment ceremony.”

The Minister of Rites hurriedly bowed and accepted the order.

Although they didn’t know who His Majesty’s chosen candidate was, since His Majesty had finally relented, they naturally wouldn’t go against His Majesty at this juncture.

As long as it was a person.

Regardless of family background, appearance, or temperament, as long as His Majesty liked them, even if they had been married before, it didn’t matter.

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After court, Mousse went to the Imperial Study to find Shadow One first.

He didn’t mention Shadow One directly in court.

Mainly, the matter of conferment depended on Shadow One’s will.

If Shadow One really refused, he couldn’t force it.

Afraid of waking up Shadow One who was catching up on sleep, after stepping into the Imperial Study, Mousse forcibly suppressed his excitement and lightened his steps.

But when he walked to the bed behind the desk, he found Shadow One’s eyes open, not sleeping.

Shadow One was lying flat on the couch, wrapped in a brocade quilt, his hair tips damp from washing, looking ready to serve in bed.

Mousse, who had just labored for an afternoon plus a whole night yesterday: “…”

He silently pressed his abdomen, feeling a little pain in his kidneys.

Another place also hurt, the skin almost rubbed raw.

“That… I’m a little sleepy, let’s talk about other things next time.”

He absolutely didn’t mean to leave Shadow One unsatisfied; he had only slept for two hours and was very sleepy.

Mousse silently climbed over Shadow One and lay down on the inner side of the bed.

Oops, the Imperial Study wasn’t a bedchamber; there was only one quilt on the couch, which was currently wrapped around Shadow One.

Mousse struggled to choose between getting close to Shadow One to share the quilt and lying alone.

Shadow One unraveled the quilt wrapped around him first and covered the Emperor with it.

Then he got up and prepared to get off the bed.

“Wait, where are you going?”

Mousse hurriedly grabbed Shadow One.

“Since Your Majesty doesn’t need me to serve in bed, I’ll wait by the bed.”

Shadow One lowered his head and answered.

By the bed…

Was he going to kneel by his bed like before?

Mousse suddenly felt a headache.

“I’m really scared of you. Is it okay if I let you serve in bed?”

Mousse pulled Shadow One over, held him while lying on his side, and painfully inserted his swollen self.

He slapped Shadow One lightly, telling him not to move.

“Just like this, sleep. I’ll feed you when I wake up.”

Mousse yawned deeply, closed his eyes and leaned on Shadow One’s shoulder, falling into a deep sleep very quickly.

Listening to the breathing behind him, Shadow One’s eyelids also grew heavy.

He had been tired for a long time, but because His Majesty said he wanted to sleep with him, he forced himself to stay awake and wait.

Now he could finally relax his mind and let himself fall asleep.

Before falling asleep, Shadow One’s last thought was: being filled, very satisfied.

He had only felt such satisfaction during the months when his master was bedridden due to poisoning.

During that time, his master put many devices on him and would hold him from behind every night before going to sleep, letting him accommodate them all night.

Only then, he was worried about his master’s health and couldn’t sleep well no matter what.

Now he could sleep peacefully in the fullness of being filled.

Mousse had worked hard all day yesterday, and now with Shadow One in his arms, it was especially comfortable, and he slept like a log.

By the time he woke up, it was almost evening.

Although he was awake, his whole body felt lazy and he didn’t want to move.

Mousse leaned on Shadow One’s broad back and rubbed against him groggily.

Shadow One was always keen; the slightest movement could wake him up instantly.

This time, however, he didn’t wake up until his breathing became heavy from the rubbing, amidst the pleasure accumulated in his body.

Shadow One quickly understood the current situation.

Master was favoring him.

It was just intermittent favoring.

It also left him hanging in mid-air.

Shadow One adjusted his breathing and endured silently.

Mousse rubbed slowly for a long time before realizing from the violent heaving of the chest under his hand that Shadow One was awake.

He didn’t realize how much torture his rubbing caused Shadow One, and happily hugged Shadow One to share the news.

“Shadow One, I’m preparing to confer a consort.”

The heaving under his hand stopped abruptly.

Shadow One’s entire body stiffened.

Like hugging a stone.

Mousse rubbed against him with some confusion.

Shadow One felt it and forced himself to relax his body.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty.”

Shadow One thought he said “congratulations” with joy and blessing.

But after saying it, he realized it was full of bitterness and pain.

Mousse heard something wrong in his tone, “Aren’t you happy?”

Shadow One felt the fullness from His Majesty in his body, yet still felt empty.

As if his body suddenly became empty and couldn’t be filled no matter what.

But he still said in a steady voice:

“Happy. Your Majesty should have married and had children long ago.”

“Then are you willing to be my consort?”

Mousse asked softly against Shadow One’s shoulder, eyes full of expectation.

Shadow One was stunned and looked back in amazement.

He almost bumped into Mousse’s nose.

Mousse hurriedly covered his nose and leaned back, creating distance.

Shadow One was sure he didn’t hit the Emperor, but he still stopped his movements because of it, trying to calm himself down.

“Your Majesty, you mean me? How can I…”

Before Shadow One could enter self-denial mode, Mousse interrupted him forcefully.

“Don’t you want to gaze at me forever and get closer to me?”

“I want to…”

Shadow One couldn’t deny it.

“Isn’t that right?”

Mousse leaned back again, hugging Shadow One, softening his voice, and explaining slowly to him.

“Shadow One, you are my enlightener. You taught me about intimacy back then. Now, isn’t it natural and logical for you to become my consort?”

“But, I am a man.”

Shadow One lowered his eyes, feeling the Emperor’s hand around his waist, and whispered:

“If Your Majesty still likes using me for the time being, just keep me by your side as a plaything.”

Shadow One never dared to think that His Majesty would make him a consort.

When he resigned from his position as a shadow guard, Shadow One had thought that if his master was willing to keep him in the palace and raise him as a plaything after stripping him of his shadow guard status, it would be good.

His master’s decision was different from what he thought, but there wasn’t much difference.

Being a dog for his master was also excellent.

But, being made a consort, that was something Shadow One didn’t even dare to dream of.

“If you make a man a consort, Your Majesty will be criticized.”

Shadow One persuaded sincerely.

If it were a peerlessly beautiful talented scholar, the world might treat it as a beautiful story.

But for a mere martial artist with no status like him, entering the harem would truly be an insult to His Majesty.

“So what if you’re a man?”

Mousse didn’t think this was a problem.

There was a sacred tree bearing pregnancy fruits in the palace.

Both men and women could bear offspring using the pregnancy fruit; there was no difference.

Of course, a man giving birth was ultimately rare, and Shadow One might not be able to accept it.

This wasn’t a big problem.

If they didn’t have children, they could pick and choose one from the clan to adopt.

Although due to the old Emperor’s Gu-raising-like behavior (pitting people against each other for survival), the princes other than him were either dead, crazy, or disabled.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say there was a blood feud between them.

Raising the children left by these princes might be troublesome.

But it didn’t matter; there were always more solutions than difficulties.

As long as Shadow One stayed by his side forever, nothing was a problem.

Mousse turned his head and kissed Shadow One’s neck, whispering:

“Shadow One, I only want you to accompany me. I don’t want anyone else but you.

“You know, I can’t accept anyone other than you getting close to me.”

“Identity and gender are not problems.

“You came from the former First Prince’s palace and are my shadow guard. The former First Prince, the current Emperor, is your master. Whoever dares to make an issue of your identity will have to answer to me first.”

“As for you being a man… what about it? I just like you the way you are.

“If you want to have children, there are pregnancy fruits.

“I have been on the throne for a full year, and there is already a ripe pregnancy fruit. You can use it anytime you want.”

Actually, the old Emperor left behind some pregnancy fruits.

Entering his twilight years, he finally dared not use pregnancy fruits to raise Gu anymore.

But Mousse didn’t want to use those.

Too dirty.

If not for Shadow One, he would have wanted to burn the sacred tree bearing pregnancy fruits directly.

Mousse lay on Shadow One’s shoulder, rubbed lightly, and continued:

“If you don’t want to use the pregnancy fruit, then don’t. We can go to the clan together and pick a pleasing child to raise.”

Raising the children of those princes with blood feuds was more troublesome.

But there were also children of princesses, and children of clansmen with more distant blood relations.

If none were suitable, going directly to the street to adopt one wasn’t impossible.

In the vast Mousse Dynasty, could there be a lack of people to inherit the throne?

[Scum Attack Value -10]

[Current Scum Attack Value: 40]

The sudden prompt of Scum Attack Value reduction made Mousse stunned.

He looked at Shadow One, who hadn’t made a sound for a long time, with some doubt, and tentatively called out: “Shadow One?”

“I’ll give birth.”

Shadow One said abruptly.

“What?” Mousse didn’t understand.

Shadow One suddenly turned around, facing the Emperor directly, and pleaded:

“I want to bear Your Majesty’s child.”

A child born by him, possessing his master’s bloodline, and looking like his master.

Shadow One couldn’t resist such temptation.

Mousse was slightly stunned, then laughed.

“You mean, you are willing to be my Imperial Consort?”

Shadow One paused, enduring the shame in his heart, and nodded.

He considered himself unworthy to be his master’s consort.

But he couldn’t let his master’s child be born from the belly of a person with no status.

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