SGT CH159: Extra

Shadow One gave birth safely to a princess.

Holding his newborn daughter, a tiny little thing, Mousse seemed to foresee his future of waking up earlier than chickens and sleeping later than dogs.

Fortunately, with the experience of pretending to be a diligent and wise ruler in front of the light screen, continuing seemed not too difficult.

After having a daughter, Shadow One’s aura became much calmer and peaceful.

There was a feeling of home.

Shadow One was his home, his family.

This had never changed since Shadow One came to his side.

It was also from then that he had a home.

Sometimes, watching Shadow One take care of their daughter, Mousse would remember many things from their past.

In that small First Prince’s palace, they depended on each other for survival, having only each other.

But at least their daughter wouldn’t have to wear dirty clothes, eat food laced with allergens, worry about having only a thin quilt in winter, or be too hot to sleep in summer.

Of course, she also lost the chance to have Shadow One personally wash her clothes, cook for her, be warmed by Shadow One’s embrace, and be carried onto the roof by Shadow One to sleep while enjoying the evening breeze and listening to stories.

Oh, she even lost her mother’s milk, father’s milk?

Whatever.

Anyway, it tasted good.

Mousse wiped the faint white from the corner of his mouth, leaned close to Shadow One’s blushing face, and kissed his lips.

Shadow One quietly gathered his robes after Mousse left his chest.

But Shadow One’s pectoral muscles were so big that one hand couldn’t cover them completely, and after being bitten swollen, they were even harder to hide. The thin fabric couldn’t cover much, everything was printed through. There were also some soaked marks on the slightly messy clothes, making it even more erotic.

Mousse was amused by his attempt to cover up, which was like burying one’s head in the sand.

When he laughed, the tips of Shadow One’s ears turned even redder.

Shadow One had done the most intimate and absurd things with him.

Sometimes, the ideas in Shadow One’s head were so outrageous that Mousse clicked his tongue.

But sometimes, when doing certain things, Shadow One appeared very thin-skinned.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to be my wet nurse?” Mousse whispered in his ear.

“But Your Majesty has come of age and doesn’t need to be breastfed anymore.”

Shadow One couldn’t bear to disappoint the Emperor, so he struggled and said:

“If Your Majesty really wants to drink, I can squeeze it into a bowl and present it to Your Majesty as a milk drink.”

“What’s the fun in that? Do you really think I want to drink it? I’m just,” Mousse paused, chuckled low, his hand covering and massaging him, seemingly serious: “Just helping you relieve it. Feel better?”

Shadow One couldn’t speak.

He had to grit his teeth tightly to stop himself from making lewd sounds at this moment.

His Majesty was helping him, not favoring him; he couldn’t do anything that would damage the Empress’s demeanor.

The edict establishing the Crown Prince was postponed for now.

But the edict establishing the Empress had already been promulgated by Mousse.

For this, he argued with that group of ministers in court for a month.

Mousse thought they had too little to do and were too idle to meddle in his affairs.

Mousse dug out the ideas he had previously suppressed and found work for them.

Reforming the imperial examination, opening government schools, compiling books and codes.

Each one was enough to make the court dizzy with busyness, leaving no time to stare at the establishment of the Empress.

Since being conferred as Empress, Shadow One’s temperament became increasingly reserved and dignified.

Usually, he had the Empress’s demeanor of mothering the world.

But once messed with by him, he couldn’t maintain anything, always ending up in a very disheveled state.

The more serious and dignified Shadow One was, the more Mousse liked seeing his disheveled and messy appearance.

Of course, such a beautiful scene could only be seen by him.

Mousse was extremely possessive of Shadow One.

Even in that year when he humiliated Shadow One by treating him like a dog, he absolutely didn’t allow the serving palace servants to look at Shadow One.

During that time, the palace servants were trembling every day, worried about seeing something they shouldn’t see and being dragged out to have their eyes gouged out, wishing they could be on duty blindfolded.

Most of the palace servants serving in the Palace of Longevity now had experienced that time.

Every day they watched their noses and hearts, not looking at the Empress unless necessary, their gaze reaching at most the Empress’s shoes.

Mousse was worried that Shadow One would find such an environment too depressing, thinking about letting the palace servants relax a bit, or transferring another batch of servants over.

But Shadow One, born as a shadow guard, didn’t feel any problem at all.

He was long used to the wood-and-stone-like nature of shadow guards and the dead silence. Usually getting along was like swords placed in an armory, not interfering or communicating with each other.

Like the current Palace of Longevity, he already felt it was very lively.

Especially after the birth of the First Princess.

With such an occasionally noisy little guy, the entire Palace of Longevity became much livelier.

Although Shadow One had experience taking care of his master when he was young, it was his first time taking care of such a small child. He lacked experience in many aspects and often needed to communicate and ask for advice from the palace servants taking care of the princess.

The palace servants also gradually discovered that this seemingly cold new master was actually quite easy to get along with.

He didn’t take many things to heart and was very tolerant towards his subordinates.

As long as it didn’t affect His Majesty, he wouldn’t care about small things like the tea being slightly cold or hot, or forgetting to bring an oil-paper umbrella when going out.

Of course, if it concerned His Majesty, that was another story.

The palace servants, trained by the Empress in the way shadow guards were trained, shivered and dared not make the slightest mistake.

Mousse was confused when he heard Shadow One took the palace servants to the training ground for training.

The shadow guards around him were all trained by Shadow One.

Perhaps Shadow One was bored and wanted to train a new batch of his own men.

However, the aptitude of these palace servants was too ordinary; no matter how much they trained, nothing would come of it.

So, Mousse specially found a group of talented young men and sent them to Shadow One’s palace.

Seeing this, Shadow One came to ask him:

“Does Your Majesty want me to train another batch of shadow guards?”

Starting training at fifteen or sixteen was actually a bit late for shadow guards.

Not because of aptitude, but because of too many distracting thoughts.

“Not necessarily shadow guards. Imperial guards, bodyguards, or anything else is fine. I gave them to you, use them however you like.”

Actually, they were given to relieve Shadow One’s boredom.

Even if Shadow One took them to cockfighting and dog racing, playing music and listening to songs, Mousse wouldn’t interfere.

However, saying this, why did it sound like giving male pets to the Empress?

And they were all fifteen or sixteen-year-old young men.

Mousse instantly felt a sense of crisis, feeling like he had stabbed himself, and hurriedly added:

“Better train a batch of bodyguards. They can be used for our daughter in the future. The ones trained by yourself are more reassuring.”

Mousse used his daughter as a cover without any shame.

Hearing this, Shadow One nodded.

“Should prepare.”

Shadow One didn’t know the Emperor’s plan.

Because a princess was born, he felt that the princess would leave the palace to build a mansion and recruit a consort sooner or later.

He needed to train a group of loyal bodyguards to accompany the princess out of the palace.

At least be able to beat the consort to death in time when the consort did something disrespectful.

The two skillfully communicated on different frequencies, and both thought they understood each other’s meaning, reaching a consensus and having a happy conversation.

·

Before the age of five, the First Princess had a very active and noisy personality, but after starting her education, she gradually became calm and dignified.

At seven, she already looked like a little adult.

“This little face is stern and unsmiling, looking more and more like you.”

Mousse leaned on Shadow One’s shoulder and pretended to sigh.

Shadow One actually hoped the princess could be livelier and grow up carefree.

He even specially asked the princess if she had any troubles or if the homework was too heavy.

“No, what the teacher teaches is very simple stuff.”

The princess said with her big bright eyes open.

But what Father Emperor taught was not simple at all.

The princess’s nickname was Ziwei, a flower-like name (Crape Myrtle).

But Father Emperor told her, Ziwei is the Emperor Star.

The princess’s temperament became more and more like Shadow One, cold and quiet.

Her appearance and nature were completely like Mousse.

Looking at that face that closely resembled his master’s childhood, Shadow One was always very soft-hearted.

Especially when she looked at him quietly, acting coquettish with her eyes, it was exactly like his master when he first came to his master’s side—both unfamiliar and wanting to be close to him.

Shadow One always wanted to give her the best of everything.

Just like taking care of His Majesty back then.

However, His Majesty had been on the throne for nine years, and he was the only one in the harem. The voices in the court urging His Majesty to select consorts were getting louder.

Shadow One believed His Majesty deserved the best of everything in the world, three thousand beauties, six palaces of powder and黛.

But he was used to His Majesty sleeping in his palace every night, being close to him.

His Majesty’s closeness nurtured selfishness in him, wanting His Majesty to stay by his side for a long time.

In all these years, he only advised His Majesty once to hold a selection for consorts.

The result was being locked in the bedchamber by His Majesty and favored again and again.

Traces of His Majesty possessing him were left everywhere in the bedchamber.

Many marks of His Majesty pinching and biting were left on his body.

His Majesty would add new ones from time to time, causing the marks to not completely fade for more than half a month.

It was as if after learning that the courtiers petitioned His Majesty to take consorts, he was consumed by jealousy and shamelessly entangled His Majesty night after night.

Shadow One was very ashamed.

But he couldn’t bring himself to push His Majesty away.

He indulged in being favored by His Majesty.

Could never refuse His Majesty.

In the end, only when His Majesty favored him satisfactorily did Shadow One beg His Majesty to grant him another pregnancy fruit.

Due to his childhood experiences, His Majesty was extremely defensive and refused to let anyone get close, accepting only him who had been his exclusive shadow guard.

Since His Majesty didn’t accept others and was willing to favor him, let him extend the lineage for His Majesty.

His Majesty always needed an heir.

“You really want to give birth again?”

Mousse touched his firm abs, thinking and asking:

“Is it for the court matters, or do you like children?”

“Like His Majesty’s children.” Shadow One answered.

Children always have projections of their parents.

Whenever he saw His Majesty’s shadow in the children, Shadow One was always deeply touched.

He wanted to have many children with His Majesty.

But men could only get pregnant with pregnancy fruits.

Pregnancy fruits were extremely rare items. If His Majesty didn’t say he would grant it, he dared not mention it.

This time, he had prepared mentally for a long time before daring to mention it.

“Alright,” Mousse agreed, “But this matter also needs to ask the princess’s opinion.”

Shadow One was puzzled.

In his eyes, as long as His Majesty was willing, it was fine. Others… whether him or the princess, or anyone else, their opinions were not important.

But since His Majesty said so, he nodded in agreement.

The princess raised both hands in support.

She always wanted a younger brother or sister.

She was the only child in the entire palace, and there were many things she couldn’t share with anyone.

Mousse had experienced the Gu-raising-like struggle for the throne under the old Emperor.

He didn’t want his children to go down the old path of fratricide.

He explained the stakes to the princess.

The princess thought seriously for a while and still nodded.

“Father Emperor doesn’t need to worry about me. I was taught by you personally and am seven years older than my younger siblings. How can they compare with me?”

Mousse knocked her head.

“No fighting, no fratricide.”

“Competing for favor is not allowed either?” The princess asked.

Mousse glanced at her sideways.

Don’t even think about it.

The one Shadow One pampered and loved the most was him. Why should children compete with him for favor?

“Oh, okay, I understand.”

The princess covered her knocked forehead and said:

“As soon as my younger siblings are born, I will take good care of them, and by the way, teach them how to respect their elder sister and value the way.”

Passed unanimously by the whole family, Shadow One used the pregnancy fruit.

Ten months later, the Second Princess was born.

The two princesses had completely different temperaments.

The First Princess had a temperament like Shadow One, but her appearance and nature were actually more like Mousse.

The Second Princess, except for her eyebrows and eyes resembling the Emperor, was like Shadow One everywhere else.

Mousse poked his little daughter who was quiet and didn’t cry or fuss in infancy, and turned back to ask Shadow One:

“Could she be mute?”

Shadow One hesitated and said: “Your Majesty, the little princess cried once when she was born.”

Yes, just a symbolic howl.

After that, she was incredibly quiet, eating when hungry, sleeping when tired.

Oh, she would wave her little hands and struggle a bit when she needed to poop.

At other times, as long as she was awake, she would open her eyes quietly, not noisy or fussy.

As quiet as a shadow guard on the beam.

In the words of the light screen, this was called the Innate Shadow Guard Saint Body.

The First Princess came to tease her sister every day and share her schoolwork with her.

At first, the Second Princess would open her eyes and watch her read quietly.

Later, as soon as the First Princess came, she would yawn and start sleeping.

Sleeping very soundly.

When the Second Princess was three years old, she didn’t need Shadow One to spend a lot of energy looking after her.

Shadow One actively invited favor from His Majesty and mentioned the pregnancy fruit again.

“Still want to give birth?”

Mousse was served by Shadow One until his scalp tingled, and finally nodded in agreement.

“Alright, since you like it.”

At the beginning of the second year, the Third Prince was born.

In the same year, the Emperor issued the edict establishing the Crown Prince.

Shadow One was training bodyguards at the time. Hearing the palace servant’s report, he reacted a beat later.

“Who?”

“Establishing the First Imperial Princess as the Crown Princess.” The palace servant lowered his head and answered.

Shadow One looked at the bodyguards in front of him who were originally prepared for his daughter’s marriage, his expression slightly dazed.

“…When the Crown Princess leaves the palace to build a mansion, they should still be useful, right?”

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