Chapter 3

When even a waist binder couldn’t hide the outline of his showing belly, Chu Ye became furious.

On the head physician’s advice, he had no choice but to temporarily hand over governance to his ministers and retreat to a detached palace to carry the pregnancy.

The once mighty, imposing, and sinister tyrant was worn down and weakened by the ordeal of pregnancy.

During the second trimester, the tyrant began to gain weight. His heavy belly dragged him down every day, pressing on him even when he slept.

In the third trimester, his hands and feet swelled, and his body bloated with water retention.

The once lean and handsome tyrant was gone.

His belly swelled up larger than a watermelon, and he had to wear a support belt to walk.

As he reached full term, his body became even more cumbersome, and he could only lie in bed.

The system asked me: [“Host, why are you making the tyrant suffer so much through pregnancy? Aren’t you afraid he’ll hate you even more? What if he strangles you right after you’re born?”]

I said, [“Do you know why, throughout history, pregnancy has always bound the mother and not the father?”]

[“Why did he kill his own children without blinking an eye?”]

[“Chu Ye is an emperor. It’s too easy for him to have a child. Countless concubines can give him one.”]

[“And you people actually wanted to turn someone like him into a doting father, by making the transmigrators and all the other princes and princesses compete for his favor. Of course that would never work, because you’re not unique. You can be easily replaced.”]

[“In that case, let him try having a child himself.”]

After ten months of pregnancy, when labor began, Chu Ye thought his “torture” was about to end.

But the most painful part had just begun.

He screamed for a day and a night, losing half his life, before he finally heard the cry of a baby.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty! A joyous occasion, Your Majesty! It’s a little princess!”

After giving birth, Chu Ye fainted.

When he woke up, his voice was weak. “Where is… that demon spawn… bring her here.”

Chu Ye’s head eunuch, Li Gonggong (a respectful title for a senior eunuch), brought me over in my swaddling clothes, his legs trembling.

He was terrified because, before the birth, Chu Ye had repeatedly told him that they were to kill me as soon as I was born.

But this was a child His Majesty had birthed himself. If they killed me now, what if the tyrant regretted it later and had them all killed?

When Chu Ye saw me clearly, his face twitched.

“Why is she so ugly??”

Li Gonggong forced a smile. “Your Majesty, all newborns look like this. She’ll be beautiful in a few days.”

Chu Ye stared at me without speaking.

A myriad of emotions flickered across his face-conflict, struggle…

Finally, with a wave of his hand, he mercifully had me taken away.

The system had just breathed a sigh of relief.

But Chu Ye immediately followed up with a vicious threat.

“As soon as I recover, I will slaughter you, you ugly little monster-I’ll do it myself!”

The system screamed in my head!

[“What do we do, what do we do! What kind of terrible idea was this! Why did you have to be born from the tyrant’s belly?!”]

[“Other transmigrators who lay low at the beginning were fine! At least they didn’t get a game over at the very start! What do we do…?!”]

The system was counting on me to save myself, but instead, it heard me say.

[“Make Chu Ye lactate. I want him to breastfeed me.”]

System: [“What?! Is that something a human would say? Do you think you’re training a dog?”]

[“You should know that princes and princesses have wet nurses! Even the concubines don’t breastfeed their own children!”]

[“And you want Chu Ye to breastfeed you? Impossible! You’re lucky he hasn’t killed you already!”]

Your host doesn’t care about any of that.

[“You just make him lactate. I have plenty of strength and methods for the rest.”]

System: “? I don’t get it, but I’ll do it.”

And so, just as Chu Ye thought he could finally relax…

His milk came in.