SGT CH155: My Shadow Guard is Pregnant

For two consecutive months, Mousse rested in the Palace of Longevity, as if treating it as his new bedchamber.

Except for the first day of consuming the pregnancy fruit, when he tossed Shadow One a bit hard.

After that, he was much more careful with Shadow One.

Mousse always felt that pregnancy and childbirth were extremely dangerous things, and wished he could protect Shadow One heavily.

Not letting him bump or hurt himself.

Even less allowing himself to hurt Shadow One.

Having intercourse as little as possible.

If Shadow One wanted it badly, he let him use his mouth.

Completely eliminating it wasn’t an option either.

Shadow One still had the blood oath from his time as a shadow guard, which needed to be relieved by his bodily fluids every month.

Mousse actually wanted to completely dissolve this blood oath for Shadow One.

The previous heart blood was gone, he could take it again.

Even if it damaged his lifespan, it was better than having a deadly knife hanging over Shadow One’s head all the time.

Mousse dared not mention heart blood directly to Shadow One.

The fact that heart blood could dissolve the blood oath was known only to the masters; the shadow guards were unaware.

He hinted at using his own blood to temporarily suppress the blood oath in Shadow One’s body.

Shadow One’s reaction was intense, refusing no matter what.

Seeing his pale face and panicked expression, Mousse suspected that if he were to take blood, Shadow One would faint directly.

“Isn’t your hemophobia cured? Why are you still so afraid?” Mousse asked in confusion.

On the day he was assassinated, Shadow One’s long sword drank blood, exterminating all the assassins, leaving only one alive. Blood flowed all over the ground, yet Shadow One’s expression showed no discomfort.

Today, he merely mentioned taking some of his own blood for Shadow One, and Shadow One panicked like this.

Mousse vaguely remembered something.

He had seen Shadow One’s terrified appearance before.

Not the time he had people bring Shadow One back to the palace to force-feed him blood, or when he broke the blood bottle.

But even earlier.

Before he ascended the throne, he was poisoned at a palace banquet, vomiting blood that stained a large part of his clothes, and was carried back to the First Prince’s palace by palace servants.

Shadow One’s reaction then was extremely wrong, as if scared out of his wits.

It was just that at the time he was still feigning being poisoned and dying, so naturally he couldn’t get up to comfort Shadow One.

After the imperial physician left, and the people sent by the old Emperor also went back to report.

Mousse opened his eyes, wanting to talk to Shadow One.

But he saw Shadow One walking out with a sword, looking like he was going to kill people and break into the prison.

Mousse could only hurriedly tie him back.

After all that tossing, he forgot Shadow One’s face turning pale with fright when he saw him covered in blood.

Thinking back now, Mousse realized that Shadow One might not be afraid of blood, but afraid of his blood.

Or perhaps afraid of him getting hurt.

The image of him covered in blood back then had a huge impact on Shadow One, leaving a deep impression in his heart.

Since then, a little blood or a little injury from him would scare Shadow One badly.

This was a sickness of the heart.

Only time could heal it.

And giving Shadow One more sense of security.

Making Shadow One believe that he wouldn’t get hurt or die.

In this way, the blood oath couldn’t be completely dissolved for the time being.

He couldn’t even give Shadow One medicine to suppress the blood oath, because it also contained his blood, which would trigger Shadow One’s intense reaction and be detrimental to his recovery.

Intercourse wasn’t suitable in the early stages of pregnancy.

He couldn’t suppress Shadow One’s blood oath through intimacy.

So Shadow One would have to work hard to serve with his mouth every month.

Shadow One wasn’t clear about the Emperor’s thoughts.

He just felt that His Majesty had been deliberately keeping a distance from him recently, becoming much more distant.

If His Majesty didn’t rest in his palace every day, he would suspect that being conferred as a consort meant losing favor.

Even if he hadn’t lost favor yet, the difference wasn’t big.

Although they still slept together, His Majesty no longer favored him intimately.

Only occasionally using his mouth.

Shadow One couldn’t help feeling a bit lonely and bitter.

He had only taken the pregnancy fruit, but it had been a short time, and pregnancy hadn’t been confirmed yet.

He also didn’t think in the direction of “His Majesty treating him cautiously because he was pregnant.”

He just felt that His Majesty wasn’t far from discarding him.

This seemed to be the fate of all consorts.

No one could keep the Emperor forever.

They would eventually drift apart.

After a moment of favor, it was the loneliness of guarding the palace gates alone.

Shadow One had anticipated this day when he decided to become His Majesty’s consort.

He just didn’t expect this day to come so quickly.

He hadn’t even given birth to a child with his master’s bloodline yet.

Maybe he already had.

Shadow One stroked his abdomen and thought.

It had been two months since he took the pregnancy fruit, and it was time to call the imperial physician for a pulse diagnosis to confirm.

Shadow One ordered a palace servant to fetch the imperial physician, while he sat in the courtyard waiting.

Looking in the direction of the palace gate, he was lost in thought for a moment.

If confirmed pregnant with his master’s child, he would quietly stay in the Palace of Longevity for the long years to come, raising his master’s child.

He would take care of this child like a little master.

His master lost his birth mother at birth and cared deeply about whether the child could have a healthy and long-lived mother-consort, even bestowing the residence of the Palace of Longevity for this reason.

He would live well and raise the little master.

Waiting for his master to occasionally remember and step into the Palace of Longevity.

Shadow One pressed his still flat stomach and sighed lightly in his heart.

Once abandoned by his master, he had lost all will to survive and only wanted a quick death.

Now he actually had thoughts of living for a long time.

But if that long and lonely future didn’t have his master…

If his master forgot him completely from then on and no longer stepped into the Palace of Longevity…

Could he really survive?

At least, he would raise his master’s child to adulthood.

He couldn’t let his master down.

When the child grew up and left the palace, having their own life.

He would probably gradually die in the loneliness of waiting bitterly for his master.

·

In the Imperial Study, Mousse shivered inexplicably in the height of summer, having a bad premonition in his heart.

To deal with the light screen and be a competent monarch, Mousse had been exceptionally diligent in government affairs during this period.

Besides that, it was also to avoid Shadow One.

He couldn’t stay with Shadow One for a long time.

Sticking together for too long, he couldn’t help but touch Shadow One.

Shadow One had taken the pregnancy fruit and was very likely pregnant, so he had to restrain himself.

Thinking of Shadow One, Mousse couldn’t help sighing lightly.

“Sigh, Shadow One seems to be in a bad mood lately. Is being my imperial consort making him unhappy?”

Although Shadow One didn’t show it deliberately in front of him, and even disguised it well.

But it was easy to perceive the emotions of a person, especially someone close to oneself.

Shadow One had been listless during this time, and only when he asked him to serve with his mouth would Shadow One’s spirits rise a little.

But Mousse found it difficult to distinguish whether such high spirits were due to Shadow One’s mood improving, or driven by physical desire.

[Unhappy? Isn’t Brother X always that sullen look?]

[It’s still different. Whether Brother X is happy or not is quite obvious. When happy, he will actively stick to Little Cake; when feeling low, he dares not touch Little Cake and carefully keeps a distance.]

[It could also be the other way around: happy because he can touch Little Cake, feeling low because he can’t touch Little Cake.]

The texts on the light screen discussed with each other.

Mousse already knew from interacting with them that they were an audience from another world.

He couldn’t discuss these things with others, so he wanted to hear the opinions of the audience behind the light screen.

At this moment, a text staying at the top attracted his attention.

[Didn’t he use a pregnancy fruit to get pregnant?

[High probability of prenatal depression.]

“Prenatal depression? What is that?”

It sounded like a disease.

Mousse couldn’t help worrying more.

[A psychological illness.

[Looking at Brother X’s performance, it mainly concentrates on the emotional aspect.

[Low mood, excessive worry, and even pessimism and despair.]

Low mood, excessive worry, pessimism and despair…

It felt like every point matched Shadow One.

Although Shadow One rarely showed it in front of him, Mousse knew that Shadow One’s will to survive had always been low.

It had been like this since he was brought back to the palace.

The matters of conferment and the pregnancy fruit brought some light to Shadow One’s eyes, as if giving him hope for life.

But these days, that light gradually dimmed again.

Leaving only a flickering wick.

Like a remnant candle.

Unable to burn passionately again, yet holding on and refusing to extinguish.

“What should I do? What medicine can cure Shadow One’s… prenatal depression?”

Mousse asked urgently.

[Uh, drug treatment is impossible. Antidepressant drugs can’t be made with the conditions of this plane. Consider other treatment methods.]

[The most important is psychotherapy. Satisfy his expectations and needs, enlighten his heart, give him a sense of security, and make him feel at ease.]

[Besides that, assisted therapy with exercise, delicious food, music, sunlight, etc., can also be used.]

Mousse noted them down one by one.

Satisfy Shadow One’s needs, give him a sense of security, as well as exercise, etc.

[Scum Gong Value -15]

[Current Scum Gong Value: 25]

The sudden prompt of Scum Gong Value reduction left Mousse blank.

Not long after, Head Eunuch Li Defu came in to report with a face full of joy.

“Congratulations Your Majesty, congratulations Your Majesty, Consort Ai of the Palace of Longevity is pregnant!”

Mousse stood up abruptly.

Although he had expected it, hearing the news for real still made him feel dazed.

Both joyful and worried.

“Has the imperial physician seen him?”

Mousse asked while walking out.

“Yes, Institute Head Zhang checked the pulse.”

Institute Head Zhang had experienced three reigns of emperors, rising step by step to the position of Head of the Imperial Academy of Medicine. having diagnosed countless concubines, it was absolutely impossible for him to make a mistake on such a matter.

Mousse walked quickly towards the Palace of Longevity.

As a martial artist, Shadow One had superb hearing. Every time Mousse arrived at the palace gate, before anyone announced him, he would come out to welcome him first.

“Greeting Your Majesty, wishing Your Majesty eternal peace.”

Mousse still quickly stepped forward to support him before he could finish the salute.

He looked at Shadow One, unconsciously revealing a smile, his gaze falling on his still flat abdomen, both surprised and delighted.

“Really pregnant.”

“Yes, the imperial physician said it’s been two months.”

Actually, speaking in detail, His Majesty had only favored him on the day he first gave him the pregnancy fruit.

Fortunately, it hit the mark in one go.

Although it was more than once.

Mousse observed Shadow One’s expression, feeling that his mood was better than before.

But it was still not pure joy; heavy thoughts were clearly hidden between his brows.

Mousse thought about the words the audience behind the light screen said to him.

Supporting Shadow One, he walked into the hall.

As a physically strong martial artist, Shadow One was obviously not used to this way of walking as if being supported.

But he was reluctant to part with His Majesty’s touch.

So he somewhat uncomfortably complied with His Majesty’s movements and walked slowly inside.

Mousse helped Shadow One sit on the low couch.

But he couldn’t bear to sit on the side separated by a table.

He still stood in front of Shadow One.

His hands landed on Shadow One’s shoulders and arms, looking at him carefully.

“Shadow One,” Mousse pondered for a long time and asked aloud: “Is there anything you want?”

Shadow One paused slightly and shook his head.

“Your Majesty has already given me a lot.”

If he was already satisfied, why would he be unhappy and depressed?

Clearly, there was still longing.

And it was unfulfilled longing.

“Living in this world, people will always want things. Desires are endless.”

Mousse looked into Shadow One’s eyes and said seriously:

“Anything you want, as long as you say it, I will satisfy you.”

Shadow One paused, but still shook his head.

“Your Majesty conferred me as a consort, gave me the pregnancy fruit, and allowed me to have Your Majesty’s child. I am already very satisfied and should not covet anything more.”

“I’m asking you to ask.”

Seeing that Shadow One’s mouth really couldn’t be pried open, Mousse could only say it himself.

“Do you want to be the Empress?” Mousse asked.

Shadow One opened his eyes wide in astonishment and was about to get up to apologize.

Mousse pressed his shoulders, forcing him to continue sitting.

Shadow One was even more restless, “Your Majesty, I absolutely have no…”

Mousse simply covered his mouth.

“If you can’t speak properly, don’t speak.”

Afraid Shadow One would misunderstand like before, he hurriedly added:

“I mean don’t speak now, don’t say this sentence. You can speak later.”

Shadow One closed his lips and nodded obediently.

“Good boy.” Mousse couldn’t help kissing his lips.

Shadow One subconsciously opened his lips again to welcome him in.

Before things got out of hand, Mousse stopped hurriedly and retreated hastily.

“Cough, just now I said… if you want to be the Empress, when the child in your belly is born, I will establish them as the Crown Prince/Princess, and establish you as the Empress.”

Mousse said seriously.

Shadow One looked blank, as if listening to a fantasy.

He never thought his child could be the Crown Prince.

No, this was also his master’s child, deserving of all the dignity in the world, so naturally they could be the Crown Prince.

But, didn’t the Crown Prince need to go through fierce competition and layers of selection before being finally established?

Shadow One himself was a shadow guard who had gone through layers of killing to reach the end.

The master he followed also competed with many princes and became the final victor before ascending the throne.

Fierce competition was the selection model he was familiar with.

But his master said, established as Crown Prince at birth.

This sentence shocked Shadow One too much, even making him ignore the part about establishing him as Empress that the Emperor said later.

“Your Majesty, a newborn infant, everything is unknown. Not knowing if they are outstanding enough, how can they be established as the Crown Prince?”

Mousse stroked his shoulder, telling him not to panic.

“I don’t need him to be outstanding. He is the child of you and me; he deserves to inherit everything from us.”

Didn’t need to be outstanding, being mediocre was fine, as long as not too absurd.

With him and Shadow One watching and raising him from childhood, surely he wouldn’t be too absurd?

Finding a few good ministers to leave for him, he wouldn’t deviate too far.

“What if… it’s a princess?” Shadow One asked.

“Then I will have to be even more diligent in government affairs.”

He had to eradicate all obstacles and pave the way for his daughter.

Mousse felt pressure doubling just thinking about it.

It was pressure, but also motivation.

[Scum Gong Value -10]

[Current Scum Gong Value: 15]

“???”

Mousse was blank.

It dropped just like that?

He hadn’t even established Shadow One as Empress yet.

Mousse looked at Shadow One, who was gazing at him with fragmented light in his black eyes.

He couldn’t help sighing lightly, pushed his forehead with a finger, and sighed:

“Why are you so easily satisfied? No scheming at all.”

“I just gave you a promise, haven’t even issued the edict to establish the Empress, and you surrendered.”

Mousse resented that iron didn’t become steel (was disappointed he didn’t have higher aspirations).

“You should force me to write an edict to establish the Empress by hand right now, not giving me a chance to go back on my word.”

Shadow One quietly observed the Emperor’s expression.

His Majesty seemed to be angry, yet not angry, and somewhat helpless.

He tentatively reached out and hugged His Majesty standing in front of him.

“It’s enough, Your Majesty.”

A promise was enough.

Even if His Majesty regretted it in the future.

At this moment, His Majesty genuinely wanted to establish their child as the Crown Prince and him as the Empress.

His Majesty even considered the future for their child.

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