Chapter 38#

Once Chu Ruiyuan had returned from attending to official business, I had a serious and earnest discussion with him.

I primarily addressed two matters with him. The first was to subtly suggest that the eunuchs in his entourage required disciplining. The second was that, though I found it painful and unwilling, considering he was, after all, an emperor, I could not be intolerant when he chose to take a consort and produce an heir.

My tone was utterly earnest, yet Chu Ruiyuan merely smiled upon hearing this. He drew me into his embrace and murmured, ‘My foolish Mingzhi, how silly you are.’

…Since his rebirth, he’s been splendid in every way, save for moments when he gives me the distinct impression he’s adopting an elder’s demeanour.

When we first reunited, he treated me like a grandson; now, at times, I feel he regards me as a son.

Of course, a real father would never behave like him—starting to undress me and take me before the serious talk was even finished.

After we’d finished our passionate encounter, Chu Ruiyuan held me close again and said: ‘Mingzhi, there’s no need for concern. His Royal Highness Prince Rui’s household has always been well-educated. Both his legitimate and illegitimate sons have been raised into exceptionally capable and talented individuals. In a few years’ time, we can select a bright and clever child from among his descendants to adopt as our own. His Royal Highness and His Majesty share the same mother; this empire is far from lacking in heirs.’

That he could utter such words meant he valued me above all for bearing his heir.

My heart swelled with emotion beyond measure. I threw myself upon him, pinning him to the bed, kissing him again and again, only to be pinned back by him, taken again and again.

After our second retreat, as I played with his hair, I chuckled, ‘Your Majesty called me foolish, but it is you who are the fool.’

Before he could respond, I hurriedly finished: ‘With Your Majesty’s influence, finding a woman willing to bear an heir before departing forever, swearing eternal silence, surely isn’t difficult. Should Your Majesty not wish to share a bed with her, it’s not impossible…’

Then I gave His Majesty a brief primer on modern sexual science, emphasising that pollination only requires pollen grains to land on the stigma—direct contact between stamen and pistil isn’t essential.

His Majesty the CEO found this enlightening.

Subsequently, he engaged in a rather thorough examination of my stamen and pseudo-stigma, as payment for my enlightenment.

A lover who is well-endowed, skilled, and handsome can sometimes be a problem when he possesses too much vigour and… vitality.

Tsk.

Chu Ruiyan had acquired a modern understanding of pollination from me, yet he showed no urgency to act.

After all, in this lifetime, one of us was merely seventeen and the other barely eighteen. Raising children so early would only disrupt our private world. It would be better to wait another two or three years.

Thus, two or three years slipped by between line breaks.

The current Emperor had come of age, and I had very scientifically remained childless for three years.

Thus, certain individuals who had been rather listless for several years perked up again. They submitted memorials in droves, petitioning His Majesty to hold a selection of concubines and expand the harem.

His Majesty rejected the selection of new concubines but agreed to expand the harem.

Then, amidst the jubilant cheers of the entire court, one new Consort was added: Consort De.

Nothing more.

I had long heard whispers about this newly appointed Consort De.

Not from those eunuchs or palace maids who fawn over me seeking favour—ever since Chu Ruiyuan agreed to take a consort, they’ve been trembling before me.

This Consort De was gossiped about to me by my childhood friend some five or six years ago.

The eldest daughter of the Minister of Revenue, her mother had devoted herself to Buddhist observances ever since suffering a miscarriage while carrying her second son. This influence led the girl herself to embrace Buddhism wholeheartedly. From a tender age, she yearned only to enter a convent, unwilling to struggle in this world of mundane affairs.

The Minister had but one son and one daughter by his legitimate wife. How could he possibly consent to his daughter taking vows?

Thus, father and daughter endured this conflict for years, until the girl reached eighteen and was finally married off.

And to none other than the Emperor himself.

Well, the plan was that after bearing his child, she would still enter the monastery.

Originally, I intended to adhere to the principles of eugenics and delayed matters by two years, hoping at least to allow Consort De to reach the modern legal age of marriage before bearing children.

However, both the CEO of this dynasty and the woman theoretically wielding the most power within it (there being no Empress Dowager, and the Empress being male) - these two individuals, accustomed to seeing children born to fourteen- or fifteen-year-olds in ancient times - were both displeased. They both desired to conceive early, hoping for an early release from their obligations.

They were clearly not proper parents.

Thus, during the two months following Consort De’s entry into the palace, whenever Chu Ruiyuan and I shared the bedchamber, eunuchs would stand guard outside, waiting for the CEO of this dynasty to ejaculate into vessels before delivering them swiftly to Consort De’s quarters.

This arrangement lasted only two months, for by the beginning of the third month, Consort De was diagnosed with a pregnancy pulse, already over a month along.

When the joyous news arrived, Chu Ruiyuan was over the moon.

Naturally, his delight stemmed not from Consort De’s pregnancy itself, but from the fact that with her carrying his child, he’d finally be spared the chore of withdrawing mid-act to ejaculate into a jar during our intimate moments.

A man’s yearning for unprotected internal release is timeless, irrespective of sexual orientation.

After two months of pent-up desire, the CEO of this dynasty finally lifted his restrictions. As the recipient of his unprotected release, I was in for a rough ride.

He came inside me countless times, swelling my belly slightly. And after finishing, he insisted on staying inside my rear passage all night, blocking the entire passage with his thick, white fluid.

He even justified it with: ‘I’ve bestowed so much royal essence upon you, my darling. You mustn’t waste it. You shall bear me a fine, plump son.’

I could bear him a bloody child!

When Nüwa/God created mankind, they never endowed males with such a function!

As a man, I could only spurt copious amounts of white fluid from that unblocked orifice when he rose to prepare for bed.

Consequently, Chu Ruiyuan watched intently, uttering with feigned regret: ‘My darling, the child is lost.’

That night, he pulled the same stunt again.

The following night, it happened once more.

I realised he’d become addicted to this!

So on the fourth night, before he could stage another pregnancy-miscarriage charade, I pre-empted him with a particularly soulful cry: ‘Father Emperor!’

Then, I was passionately taken by the “Father Emperor” trait all night long.

I was even forced to moan every line imaginable: “Father Emperor, I want more,” ‘Father Emperor, so big and deep,“ ‘Father Emperor, spare your child!”

The next morning, the CEO of this dynasty held me close and said, ‘Qingqing, bear Father Emperor a royal heir, and Father Emperor shall name you Crown Prince.’