I'm Pregnant with the Regent's Offspring (BL) [ChatGPT Translated]

Chapter 73

Xiao Heng, call the divine physician!" Xiao Heng was momentarily at a loss, forcibly pulling back his spirit, placing his hand on Chu Zhaoyou's stomach, feeling a rhythmic fetal movement. "Zhaozhao, does it hurt?" Xiao Heng's tone was very light, afraid of startling the child in Chu Zhaoyou. Chu Zhaoyou leaned against him, nervously pursing his lips, moisture welling up in his eyes. "Not very painful, Regent, I want to drink." Chu Zhaoyou tightly grasped Xiao Heng's wrist, his voice low. Getting drunk will make the pain go away, and when you wake up, the child will be born. Xiao Heng felt extreme heartache, knowing that Chu Zhaoyou had been wanting to drink because he was scared. "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I will stay with you, bite me, kick me, hit me however you want." The Regent tightly held Chu Zhaoyou's hand, giving him strength and courage. Chu Zhaoyou gripped the bedsheets tightly, his fingers twisted, not really in pain, just sudden fear. He thought for a moment, pushed the Regent away, pulled up the blanket, closed his eyes: "Let's not give birth now, I talked to him again, we'll give birth during the day, I won't give birth now, I'll sleep first, don't disturb me." Chu Zhaoyou's words were incoherent yet firm. Xiao Heng couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Alright, we won't give birth now, we'll do as you say." The room lit up, the palace maids who had rehearsed many times were orderly, and there was already steaming hot water and other necessary items by the bed. Xiao Heng got out of bed, wrung a hot towel, instructed the servants to prepare various sweet soups in the imperial kitchen. He wiped Chu Zhaoyou's face, changed the water to wipe his hands, feet, and neck, and unbuttoned his clothes. Chu Zhaoyou let Xiao Heng do as he pleased, mumbling "not giving birth." "We won't give birth." The Regent's heart ached, echoing Chu Zhaoyou. Chu Zhaoyou said, "Regent, he's not behaving at all, is it because I haven't issued a decree?"

Xiao Heng: "Your Majesty, do you want me to stamp on your belly?"

Chu Zhaoyou thought about that scene for a moment: "Forget it, when he's born, you can discipline him for me."

"Okay, I'll help you hit his palm." Xiao Heng kissed Chu Zhaoyou, pinched his hand to help him relax.

Chu Zhaoyou: "Hit lightly, just like how I hit him every time."

Want to hit him like Chu Zhaoyou does?

Wouldn't that mean hitting Chu Zhaoyou himself?

"Hit however Your Majesty wants." Xiao Heng chatted with Chu Zhaoyou absentmindedly.

Gradually, Chu Zhaoyou got used to the feeling in his abdomen, his nerves relaxed a bit.

The tense emotions shifted to another father.

Xiao Heng touched Chu Zhaoyou's face, as if he couldn't touch enough, he also wanted to say loudly like Chu Zhaoyou, "I don't want you to suffer if we don't have a child," but he couldn't, Chu Zhaoyou was already anxious, even if he was scared deep down, he had to appear calm.

The royal physician arrived shortly after, he lifted the blanket and took a look, "It will be a few more hours, wait."

"Do you feel like eating now, want to eat anything, save some energy."

Xiao Heng immediately added, "No alcohol!"

The royal physician raised his voice: "What! You still want to drink alcohol?"

Chu Zhaoyou hesitated: "I didn't want to drink!"

He quieted down for a moment, half leaning on the pillow, enjoying the regent's feeding.

The divine physician said he could eat anything, so he ate openly, and the regent fed him without discrimination, just in time for him to be starving in the middle of the night.

After eating his fill, Chu Zhaoyou's mind was active. He asked the divine physician, "When should I give birth?" When the divine physician was annoyed by his question, he took the opportunity to suggest, "How about this, you get me drunk, and we perform a cesarean section."