The Emperor in My Bed, the Eunuch Behind Me - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the Emperor’s bedchamber.

A crowd was gathered around me. The Emperor saw me awake and said happily, “Beloved Consort, you are with child.”

“Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness!” The palace attendants knelt down in a dark mass.

I was still a bit dazed and blurted out, “It’s all thanks to the Emperor’s diligent toil.”

The Emperor’s smile froze for a moment, then he said, “This is my first imperial child, and I am deeply gratified.”

Speaking of which, it was quite pitiful: the Emperor had been on the throne for five years, but the harem had shown no signs of new life, and rumors outside said he was impotent.

Old ministers at court frantically submitted memorials, urging the Emperor to select a young boy from the imperial clan to adopt as soon as possible, so he could be trained as Crown Prince early.

Many in the imperial clan were stirring restlessly.

Now that I was pregnant, it finally shattered the rumors of the Emperor’s impotence.

And it shut all those foul mouths; the Emperor’s joy was imaginable.

He was so overjoyed that he coughed up blood.

The immense joy struck his already frail body, and this time the Emperor fell completely ill.

But before he passed out, he was still tightly grasping my wrist.

The imperial physicians rushed forward one after another, only to stare at me dumbfoundedly.

“Your Highness, please rise, we need to treat the Emperor.”

I lifted my hand with difficulty. “I’m afraid that’ll be hard.”

In ancient times, there was the beautiful story of Emperor Ai of Han, who cut off his sleeve to avoid waking his favorite minister Dong Xian when he rose.

But now the Emperor is holding my wrist; they can’t just chop my hand off, can they?

We could only lie together, like a pair of brothers in distress-no, a husband and wife in distress-and recuperate.

In the middle of the night, I groggily felt the iron grip on my wrist loosen a bit, and I immediately broke free.

I was fully awake now.

The Emperor had a low fever, and his breathing was somewhat heavy.

I turned my head and gazed at him for a while, unable to resist kissing him on the brow.

After all, he was just a nineteen-year-old kid, six years younger than me.

At that age in modern society, he’d still be in school, laughing and carefree all day, playing video games and ordering takeout.

Yet he’d already been Emperor for five years.

And he had to be incessantly accused by a bunch of people for not producing an heir.

Such a poor little thing.

I sat up, stepped over the Emperor and got out of bed. The night-duty palace attendant immediately said, “Your Highness…”

“Shush…” I gestured for silence. “Take good care of the Emperor. I’ll just go out for some fresh air and come back.”

It was autumn cool; the night wind had turned chilly.

I rolled my head and stretched my wrists and ankles, but I didn’t dare twist my waist, afraid of harming the imperial heir in my belly.

A shadow stood in the darkness.

I said, “Didn’t I tell you not to follow me out?”

The figure slowly stepped forward. My eyes widened in surprise. “Husband?”

“Where have you been for the past six months? I’ve missed you so much.”

He stood coldly, a few steps away from me.

I hurried toward him, but when I saw him clearly, my steps slowed and I stopped just a step away.

His gaze traveled up and down my body, finally fixing on my lower abdomen. “You slut.”

I shivered.

He wore a long robe of black silk, his waist cinched thin. He was no longer the gentle and refined man I remembered.

His demeanor was somber, his gaze sinister. Standing there, he was like a hidden weapon that kills without drawing blood.

On the left side of his face, from the corner of his eye down his cheek, there was a long, narrow scar.

He radiated an aura that warned off strangers.

I said anxiously, “Say something! Where have you been these six months? Are you hurt? Do you know how worried I’ve been?”

Chen Hao strode forward in one big step, pulled me forcefully into his arms, and bent down to kiss me.

Such a domineering and aggressive kiss that it made my legs go weak.

After the kiss, we finally regained some of our old familiarity.

His warm palm gently glided over my belly. “You’re pregnant?” he asked.

I leaned into his embrace and hummed tenderly, “Husband, our Zhang Family now has an heir.”

“You still haven’t told me where you’ve been these six months.”

Chen Hao said coldly, “Just be a good Consort Wan, and don’t worry about other things.”

My husband met me briefly and then left in a hurry.

Standing alone under the moon, I thought foolishly, Could he really have set up an Eastern Depot for me?