Fu Yan understood what he meant. He blinked. “Then I want to be on top.”

Gu Zhan gave him a pitiful look. “I was still feeling awful just now. I’m a patient. Don’t you feel sorry for me?”

“You’re a patient, and you still have the energy to think about this?” Fu Yan grumbled.

Gu Zhan shook his hand and continued staring at him innocently. It was the exact same look his Bombay cat gave him whenever it wanted a can of food. He knew perfectly well that the cat was normally aloof and only acted cute when it was hungry; it was all just a tactic. Yet somehow, he could never resist that look.

Fu Yan turned his head away, a little embarrassed. “Then… then go slowly. I—I…”

Gu Zhan grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the carpet. “Don’t worry. I’d never want to hurt you. I’ll be gentle.”

The spacecraft slowly rose into the sky, passing through the clouds and the sea of stars.

At times Fu Yan could see sunlight through the windows, at times the night sky, and at times clouds of pink and purple nebulae. The universe was vast and boundless, while the world seemed so quiet that only he and Gu Zhan remained.

Sometimes he was lucid, sometimes lost in a haze, his body moving involuntarily as the spacecraft wandered through the heavens and earth.

When he finally became conscious again, his personal terminal received a message.

What?! The king actually wanted to arrange a marriage meeting for him and ordered him to return to Aisha immediately?!

Fu Yan shot upright from Gu Zhan's arms in outrage.

Gu Zhan opened his eyes halfway, wrapped an arm around his waist, and rested his head on Fu Yan's lap. “Why don't you sleep a little longer?”

Fu Yan's expression darkened. “I might have to go back to Aisha Star.”

Gu Zhan slowly sat up as well. “I might have to go too.”

“What happened to you?”

They spoke at exactly the same time.

Fu Yan irritably scratched the back of his head. “My dad wants me to go home for a marriage meeting.”

Gu Zhan lowered his head. “The organization wants to assign me a wife.” He seriously placed a hand on Fu Yan's shoulder. “But don't worry. I've only got eyes for you. No matter whether they try to pressure me with genetic compatibility, the war, or the greater good, I won't give in.”

“Me neither. To hell with marriage meetings. What era are we living in? They still want to arrange marriages? I absolutely refuse.”

“Exactly!”

Hand in hand, the two went to Aisha with great determination.

That evening, the king carefully arranged a grand matchmaking banquet.

Fu Yan had spent the entire evening arguing with the queen before reluctantly attending. He was practically itching to punch the front teeth out of this delusional marriage candidate so the guy would give up on him once and for all.

Until—

He stared in shock at Gu Zhan, who was staring back at him with an equally stunned expression.

And so the Feishi General, who had just been saying all sorts of self-deprecating things about how he was utterly unworthy of the noble prince, suddenly straightened his back and said to the king:

“His Highness the Prince was born noble. Other than a hero with outstanding military achievements, I'm afraid no one could possibly be worthy of him.”

“Er…” The king stared at him in confusion. “But didn't you just say that the war was so severe that you had no interest whatsoever in matters of romance?”

The general replied with righteous conviction, “If one cannot protect one's own family, how can one hope to protect the world?”

The king then looked at his rebellious younger son. “What do you think?” He hadn't expected his mischievous son to cooperate anyway.

Fu Yan glanced at the person seated above him. His cheeks flushed as he lowered his head and obediently nodded.

“I'll leave it entirely to Father's arrangement.”

!?

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That night.

Gu Zhan had drunk a little too much. As soon as he left the banquet, a servant came to tell him that His Highness the Prince wished to see him.

The corners of his mouth curled up. Slightly tipsy, he made his way to Fu Yan's room.

Inside, candlelight flickered, and fragrant incense filled the air.

He narrowed his eyes and took in the intoxicating scent, barely able to contain his excitement as he continued farther inside.

He had just reached the bedside when—

Click.

A cold sensation suddenly wrapped around his ankle. He looked down and discovered that his foot had been fastened with a metal shackle.

Before he could react—

Click.

His hands were cuffed as well.

Fu Yan walked out with a smile.

“General, you've been captured.”

“What are you planning to do?” Gu Zhan tugged at the handcuffs, but couldn't break free.

“You're my prisoner of war now. Obviously, I can do whatever I want with you.” Fu Yan pressed his thumb firmly against Gu Zhan's lips. “Including fucking you.”

“Damn! Are you staging a rebellion?!” Gu Zhan complained, but could only helplessly be pushed onto the bed. He tried to sit up, but his hands were restrained behind him against the headboard, leaving him unable to exert any strength.

Fu Yan reached out and stroked the dignified military uniform. His powerful hands moved over Gu Zhan's chest, and even through the fabric, the touch made his chest feel hot.

His fingers hooked around the buttons of the uniform.

Li You had once said that once you took off this uniform, all kinds of demons and monsters would reveal their true forms. Fu Yan had already seen Gu Zhan's true form once. This time, he wanted to make Gu Zhan reveal it again—in another way.

One by one, the neatly arranged buttons came undone.

Gu Zhan struggled to push him away, pulling at his restraints.

“Fu Yan… let me go…”

Fu Yan looked down at him from above, amusement shining in his eyes.

“You can split a meteorite apart with one blow. Surely a mere pair of handcuffs isn't enough to restrain a general?”

He leaned down and sucked lightly on Gu Zhan's pearly earlobe.

“I think you're the one who wants to be handcuffed.”

“Enough nonsense. Since you already know…” Gu Zhan's eyes gradually grew hazy, his breathing unsteady as he whispered beside Fu Yan's ear, “Then hurry up and come in.”

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Not long afterward, the king and queen held a grand wedding for them.

From then on, the prince and the general lived a shamelessly happy life together.

After their parents finished pressuring them into marriage, they immediately began an equally intensive campaign to pressure them into having children.

Both Sentinels and Guides possessed reproductive chambers. These generally began developing after awakening, and most Guides' reproductive chambers developed easily enough to allow them to bear children.

Yet two years had already passed since the two married, and there was still no sign of a pregnancy.

The king and queen were beside themselves with worry. They had long since calculated that the two had a genetic compatibility rate of 90 percent, so conception should have been easy.

The queen worried that Fu Yan's late awakening might have caused the problem, so she had the doctors prescribe him a large amount of fertility medication.

Fu Yan naturally refused to take it.

He was a grown man—why should he have to take fertility medicine? He still wanted to fight battles, wield weapons, and go to war. Pregnancy would be such a hassle. Absolutely not!

At times like this, the normally stern and expressionless general would become extraordinarily gentle. He would pull the prince into his arms, coaxing and kissing him.

“Darling, don't you want us to have a child together?”

The prince pouted pitifully at him.

“Then you feed it to me.”

“Okay.”

Gu Zhan happily swallowed the medicine into his own mouth, then kissed Fu Yan, entwining their tongues and slowly feeding the medicine into his mouth.

The pampered prince hated bitter tastes, but whenever Gu Zhan fed him this way, he would always suck at his lips earnestly. Somehow, the medicine became sweet, and he refused to leave even a single drop behind.

One day, Gu Zhan returned to Aisha from No. 11.

Fu Yan was once again sulking and refusing to take his medicine, having locked himself in his room.

Gu Zhan quietly approached from behind with the medicine, then quickly kissed his cheek.

“Who made my darling unhappy?”

“I'm furious!” Once Fu Yan realized who it was, he became even more spoiled by Gu Zhan's affection. “Father is being completely unreasonable! Why won't he let me go to No. 11? I don't want to stay on Aisha anymore. I want to fight alongside you. Aisha is so boring.”

“All right, all right.” Gu Zhan pulled him into his arms sympathetically. “Take your medicine and I'll take you with me, okay?”

“Really?” Fu Yan blinked his dark eyes at him.

“Of course. When have I ever lied to you?”

Gu Zhan happily lifted the medicine bowl to his lips, intending to feed Fu Yan as usual.

But the moment he smelled the medicine, a wave of nausea suddenly rose up. He clutched his chest and hurried into the bathroom.

Fu Yan anxiously followed and gently patted his back.

Gu Zhan dry-heaved over the sink for a long time, yet still felt terribly sick.

Fu Yan immediately called for a doctor.

The examination itself wasn't alarming.

The results were.

The general was pregnant!

It was truly thunderous—and wonderful—news.

Everyone on Aisha became wildly excited and ran around in a panic. Fu Yan, meanwhile, immediately pushed Gu Zhan back onto the bed and wouldn't let him walk even half a step.

Everyone was delighted.

Everyone except Gu Zhan, who was completely bewildered.

Wasn't he a Sentinel? Guides were supposed to have an easier time becoming pregnant. So why was he the one who had gotten pregnant?

The doctor offered an explanation. Apparently, the two had an exceptionally high compatibility rate. On top of that, Gu Zhan had indirectly consumed some of the fertility medication. It might also have something to do with how frequently they had sex and how deeply.

If semen was deposited directly inside the reproductive chamber, the likelihood of pregnancy would increase.

Gu Zhan glared viciously at Fu Yan and muttered reproachfully:

“I told you not to go so deep!”

“Was I deeper than you? Every time you nearly—” Fu Yan glanced at the doctor standing in front of the bed and, remembering there was an outsider present, hurriedly shut his mouth.

Gu Zhan rolled his eyes at him.

“Are you blaming me now?”

“No, no, of course not.”

Now that Gu Zhan was pregnant, how could Fu Yan possibly refuse him anything?

He hurried over, wrapped his arms around him, and gently rocked him.

“What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook it for you myself.”

“That’s more like it.”

Ever since becoming pregnant, Gu Zhan's temper had grown considerably worse. Fu Yan had to coax him seven or eight times a day, kissing and hugging him before he could calm down.

But it wasn't really Gu Zhan's fault. A general accustomed to commanding troops in the military suddenly being forbidden to leave Aisha and forced to lie in bed all day to protect the pregnancy—of course he'd be irritable!

He also suffered frequent bouts of nausea and morning sickness. Whenever he felt uncomfortable, he'd kick Fu Yan twice.

Hmph! Who told Fu Yan to make his belly so big?

Fu Yan, however, was delighted.

Normally, the general always wore that stern, unapproachable expression. Seeing him become so temperamental during pregnancy had a charm all its own. Fu Yan especially loved holding his husband in his arms and coaxing him.

He was just too adorable.

One day, Fu Yan accidentally got kicked out of bed by his husband again.

He struggled to get back up, but suddenly a sharp pain surged through his abdomen.

Gu Zhan was so frightened that he immediately called for the doctor.

Again, the examination itself wasn't alarming.

The result was.

His Highness the Prince was pregnant too!

It was truly thunderous—and wonderful—news.

And so, from then on, people would often see scenes like these:

The two pregnant husbands, both sporting large bellies, would glare resentfully at each other, furious at the sight of one another.

Or, moments later, they'd turn around and embrace.

“Wifey, darling…”

They would coax each other, kissing and nibbling each other's faces.

They went through morning sickness together, felt their babies move together, did pregnancy exercises together, and told stories to the babies in their bellies together…

Seven months later, the kingdom welcomed two exquisitely adorable little princesses.

From then on, the whole family lived happily together, loving each other forever.