Chapter 150: Making Babies
After sobbing out his grievances in one breath, Wei Wanlan went limp like a drained kitten, pressing his entire weight and head against Su Jingzhi, his face plastered with tears.
Under the strong impact of reality, Su Jingzhi finally accepted the fact that Wei Wanlan had rushed to the front lines. The momentary surprise was quickly replaced by deep worry furrowing his brow.
“Little Wan.”
All the questions he wanted to ask were stuck in his throat. Wei Wanlan’s body was scorching hot; his condition didn’t allow for any interrogation.
In an instant, Su Jingzhi suppressed his concerns for the country and the people, replacing them with pity and heartache. He decided to believe that Little Wan, even in his mischief, had a sense of propriety. He kissed the top of Little Wan’s hair soothingly and scooped the dirty little Wei Wanlan up horizontally, carrying him into the inner tent.
Little Wan’s snow-white toes were covered in mud. The lustrous tips of his toes were flushed a rosy red from the fever.
Su Jingzhi’s gaze lingered on his toenails for a moment. He bounced Wei Wanlan slightly in his arms to adjust his grip, then stripped off his clothes and placed him into the wooden tub where the water temperature was just right. The bathwater happened to be ready for Little Wan.
Wei Wanlan still trembled a little when his outer clothes were removed. It was obvious that his mind had completely relaxed, and he was keeping his eyes closed, relying solely on instinct. It wasn’t until he touched the water that he felt a bit more at ease, blowing a medium-sized bubble in the water. Gududu.
Su Jingzhi, however, was terrified this little fool would choke on the water and drown.
He reached into the water to steady him. The water wasn’t scalding, yet when his fingertips touched Wei Wanlan’s skin, his slender fingers trembled violently!
…The little fool was warm, soft, and slippery.
He looked so innocent, so defenseless and harmless, letting Su Jingzhi do whatever he wanted, humming quietly in the water. This filled Su Jingzhi’s heart with tenderness and wild thoughts; washing one Wei Wanlan was nothing short of torture.
The little fool had a large bruise on his back!
Because he was so fair and tender, the dark purple bruising at the edges and the freshly coagulated blood scab at the center were exposed with glaring prominence. It formed a symmetry with the birthmark on his butterfly bone, making him look pitiful, like a small animal whose wings had just been chopped off by someone.
Su Jingzhi didn’t dare let the wound soak in the water for too long.
He really didn’t know how to take care of himself. They had only been apart for a few dozen days, and he was already in such a wretched state.
“Puppet dummy, guarding the palace… Zhen feigned illness to pray for blessings, Zhen had to come here. Wuu. Don’t scold me QAQ…”
The little fool was talking nonsense in the water. His survival instinct was very strong.
Su Jingzhi couldn’t help but blame himself. The last bit of thought to blame him for his willfulness vanished. His emotions completely surrendered to Wei Wanlan’s show of weakness.
Su Jingzhi finished washing Wei Wanlan’s hair and fished the naked Wei Wanlan out of the bath barrel, holding him in his arms.
There were no bath towels, and he was dripping wet. Afraid Wei Wanlan would catch a cold, Su Jingzhi reached out and pulled down his own Qilin-patterned battle robe hanging by the tent wall, wrapping the little fool Wei Wanlan in it.
His wrapping technique wasn’t very good.
Looking down, intentionally or not, he saw Little Wan’s open collar and his toes, flushed red from the bath, bobbing up and down.
A dryness rose in his throat. Wei Wanlan was covered in warm, wet droplets, his calves and ankles exposed. Because he was wrapped in Su Jingzhi’s own battle robe, Su Jingzhi felt a sudden, intense throb. In that instant, his body reacted faster than his conscious mind.
Su Jingzhi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He wanted to conquer.
But he still placed the small Wei Wanlan on his own couch and pulled the quilt over him. There would always be opportunities for things to happen naturally; he couldn’t be a beast while Little Wan was sick. He had to take good care of him.
He knew Wei Wanlan was pressing on his wound and would be uncomfortable, so he adjusted his position to lie on his side.
…Then Wei Wanlan obediently curled up into a ball, whimpering unconsciously again.
Su Jingzhi hooked his lips and smiled, shaking his head slightly.
He had actually been a bit depressed today:
While fighting a small detachment of Turkic troops, they had captured a few Turkic soldiers. He was just about to interrogate them about Ashina Shali’s intent to avoid battle, but the captive “tongue” had a fragment of armor hidden in his palm.
The captive tried to assassinate him in a desperate attempt to survive. During the struggle, Su Jingzhi’s arm was cut.
He hadn’t paid much attention to it, but Tang Tuan just had to see it. He yelled at the top of his lungs and called for the military doctor, turning the main camp into chaos in an instant.
——Even the military doctor had said it was a common injury, a common injury…
What was all the fuss about?
That bit of displeasure from the unexpected situation was completely healed by Wei Wanlan.
The army didn’t lack wound medicine. He applied an ointment with a cool mint sensation to the edges of Wei Wanlan’s wound. It was so comfortable that Wei Wanlan yawned, changing from a curled-up ball to lying flat on the pillow.
He then fed Wei Wanlan some fever-reducing medicine. The military camp had a specialized method for processing medicine; these pill-like agents dissolved in water to quickly become a bowl of medicinal soup, very convenient for carrying.
It just lacked sugar. The little fool was probably finding it bitter; he squeezed his eyes shut tight after drinking it, looking exactly like a milk cat that couldn’t even wave its claws.
Let that bit of bitterness be the punishment for running around; he always made people worry for no reason.
…
The biggest advantage of being with the person you like is that you don’t need to bring your brain.
Whether inside or outside the palace, Wei Wanlan was always relied upon because he bore the title of Emperor. Being an emperor wasn’t easy, so he thoroughly slacked off in front of the Regent King.
If he wanted a sense of security, he closed his eyes, feeling his immune system fighting the illness.
If he wanted a bit of attention, he would half-open his eyes, peering at the Regent King through two dark slits. In the end, he was mostly patted on the head by the other party, and Wei Wanlan would exhale hot breath and continue sleeping.
That night, near dawn, a gale picked up outside the camp, howling fiercely.
Even through the thick main command tent, Wei Wanlan could still hear the violent wind, sounding like a giant beast weaving through the clusters of tents, ready to overturn a few at any moment.
As Wei Wanlan’s illness improved, his hearing became more sensitive, and the buzzing in his ears ceased. He listened carefully; the wind outside the pass was a little frightening when it howled. He burrowed deeper into Su Jingzhi’s arms. Both of them were lying on the not-very-spacious marching cot.
Wei Wanlan stuck out an arm: “…”
Only then did he realize that under the quilt, he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
He lowered his eyes and ducked back into the quilt. By the lamplight, he saw Su Jingzhi’s battle robe. His small face flushed hot instantly. Su Jingzhi had wrapped him up and was now holding him. Maybe he was afraid he would fall off; the bed wasn’t very big.
Su Jingzhi was still resting; he had slept too late last night.
Wei Wanlan, finally having recovered some spirit, widened his eyes in the Regent King’s arms and observed carefully.
——No injuries on his face…
No injuries on his neck either. Last night, he had seen the Regent King’s back; it was full of old scars and scabs, but no fresh wounds.
Could it be that the injury really was to the bladder?
Wei Wanlan peered deeper under the quilt, but naturally, he couldn’t see anything. Curiosity and concern rose in his heart. He moved, wanting to observe more clearly.
This squirming woke Su Jingzhi. He lowered his head, touching his forehead to Wei Wanlan’s. His voice carried a rare slur of being half-awake:
“Not hot anymore.”
But Wei Wanlan’s heart was hot.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?”
Actually, his throat still hurt a bit, but that would recover slowly after the fever went down. The burning pain in his trachea and lungs had lessened significantly compared to the previous days. Wei Wanlan shook his head gently.
Seeing Su Jingzhi about to fall asleep again, he touched his face. His palm was tickled by the stubble emerging on his chin.
He knew Su Jingzhi didn’t have time to maintain his appearance during wartime, which made him even more afraid that he was hiding his injury. Thinking that the injury was in that private place, he might just keep it a secret and ignore it.
Wei Wanlan poked Su Jingzhi’s chest.
The soft little paw made one’s heart itch. Su Jingzhi was a light sleeper and was instantly fully awake. Opening his eyes, he saw the little fool poking him, exposing a snow-white arm and shoulder.
Su Jingzhi felt hot under the covers.
Even if the gale was howling outside.
Outside the military tent, Tang Tuan reported loudly, his voice trembling in the wind: “Boss, a gale has started in the camp. This strange wind came weirdly. The troops can’t march. The soldiers are reinforcing their tents!”
Su Jingzhi said, “Wait for the wind to die down, then distribute the supplies.”
“Is the central command tent okay? Should we send someone in for maintenance?”
Su Jingzhi did not answer.
Silence was the response that meant everything was fine. Tang Tuan didn’t ask for a snub again. The air outside the tent was seeping with cold. Tang Tuan rubbed his hands together:
“I wonder how the Prince of Chengen’s tent is doing. Should this subordinate go check on the Prince of Chengen?”
The False Prince of Chengen, Wei Wanlan, pricked up his ears vigilantly and grabbed the Regent King’s clothes.
Su Jingzhi: “Go to the armory now and wait for the wind to stop.”
“Yes! Boss!”
Wei Wanlan slowly let out a sigh of relief. Even though they were a loving couple who had bowed to the ancestral hall, and he was the Emperor, Tang Tuan managed to stir up a feeling that they were secretly doing something bad. Wei Wanlan’s emotions fluctuated.
Su Jingzhi patted him: “Don’t be afraid.”
His nervousness was finally soothed. Wei Wanlan’s thoughts returned to the main issue. He hooked his arms around the Regent King’s neck. To verify the injury to the Regent King’s bladder, he actually came up with a brilliantly genius idea.
So, the whole little fool threw himself into his arms.
Clingy and incredibly sweet, he caught the Regent King off guard:
“Little… Little Wan?”
Wei Wanlan was eager for proof. He buried his head and reached his hand towards Su Jingzhi’s waist, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz:
“Regent King, Zhen… Zhen wants to give you a scratch.”
Scratch?
Su Jingzhi was bewildered. He didn’t know if his thoughts matched Wei Wanlan’s meaning. A restless little hand explored downwards along his leg. That hand was soft and ticklish, making Su Jingzhi’s blood surge instantly!
His breathing became heavy in an instant.
He wanted to stop it, but the little fool wouldn’t let go inside the quilt. His movements caused the battle robe wrapping Wei Wanlan to come loose.
Wei Wanlan looked even more naked. His skin was fine porcelain white, soft and within reach, the snow-white tinged with a clear pink. It stung him so much he wanted to look again, yet he hurriedly retracted his gaze.
“You are still sick.”
If he continued to seduce him like this, he wouldn’t be able to control himself from becoming a beast.
“But Zhen really wants to give you a scratch.” Wei Wanlan looked anxious. Zhen must determine if you are okay down there.
Falling into Su Jingzhi’s ears, these words became proof that his sweetheart had finally become enlightened: Little Wan was initiating. Little Wan desired him too.
He had to let Little Wan know what would happen next. Wei Wanlan’s hand pressed on him. He pulled Wei Wanlan close and warned:
“Aren’t you afraid your hand will get sore?”
Wei Wanlan was suddenly confused by the hot breath in his ear. He shivered and dumbly confessed half the truth: “Zhen is afraid you won’t get hard.”
A sentence of honest concern turned into flirtation that ignited the fire in Su Jingzhi’s heart.
The narrow marching cot suddenly turned into another battlefield.
Wei Wanlan was instantly flipped over. His back was facing up, the wound on his back facing Su Jingzhi. He clearly perceived that the place he was most concerned about was full of vigor and vitality—where was the sign of any injury?
Could it be that the “injury was not in the bladder”?
Eh, eh, eh? What is going on!!!
While his little head was in a daze, the skin on the back of his neck was gently bitten.
Wei Wanlan shivered immediately, and then completely lost his self-control. The power to control this matter lay entirely with the other party. He was scooped up and occupied. The weight behind him was solid and fiery, yet it carefully avoided his wound.
He was instantly filled, body and soul, by the Regent King.
Wei Wanlan lay on the pillow and tilted his head back.
Physiological tears overflowed from his eyes, feeling very full inside…
He was… doing the baby-making thing.
QAQ QAQ QAQ!!!
T/n: Funny. Hahaha. Spoiled, too.
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