Chapter 409: Is It Too Late to Get Pregnant Now?
Long Huan really seemed to have gotten into character.
During the two days that Sang Zhe was hiding out in Buqi Mountain, observing the Demon Clan’s situation, Long Huan had taken it upon herself to see herself as Sang Zhe’s woman.
She not only frequently pulled out the communication device that Sang Zhe had given her, constantly jotting down notes while reading novels, but also occasionally ran off to ask Shi Qingyan for guidance on how to be a good mother with utmost seriousness.
Shi Qingyan didn’t have any children herself, so she naturally didn’t know how to answer her.
Sometimes, when she got annoyed by Long Huan’s persistent questions, she’d end up shoving her back to Sang Zhe to deal with her.
Sang Zhe also couldn’t stand this little loli always nagging around him; he could only lament in silence and try to avoid her.
Time flew by.
Two days had passed.
……
Inside the cave two days later.
“…So, how did it go?”
Sang Zhe looked up just in time to see Shi Qingyan descend in a red flash, landing at the cave entrance, and casually asked.
“About what you expected,” Shi Qingyan stretched, naturally sat in Sang Zhe’s lap, massaging her shoulders, and continued, “On the Demon Clan’s side, the furious Long Xiao has already started gathering people, preparing to cross Buqi Mountain and find trouble with our Demon Cult.”
“It looks like they’re intending to fight to the death,” Sang Zhe sighed.
…So it’s turning into a full-blown war after all. Sang Zhe sighed again.
“Although we initially planned to avoid this situation, it’s just too unpredictable.”
“What about us? Are we staying here?”
“Let’s first go back and discuss it with the Sect Leader,” Sang Zhe said softly, “Even if a fight is unavoidable, I’d like to minimize the impact as much as possible. The best scenario would be to prevent the Demon Clan from stepping foot into Human territory.”
“You mean… confront them at Buqi Mountain?”
Sang Zhe nodded.
Although if the entire Demon Clan invaded, it would be quite difficult for just a small Demon Cult to stop them.
But if it’s only about blocking the Four Great Ascendant Realms, then maybe the current Demon Cult could actually manage that.
With Xu Yourong, Hua Jianglian, and himself, they already had three available Ascendant Realms. If they could add Sister Gu to the mix, or urgently ask Huo Ningxue for help from the Holy Kingdom, or even get Aunt Yu to level up to Ascendant Realm with the Ten Thousand Year Blood Demon Dan…
The Demon Clan wouldn’t easily step over Buqi Mountain.
Of course, Sang Zhe really didn’t want to see a scene of all-out war.
“Can we just avoid a fight? I’m already exhausted from the last big battle.” Sang Zhe sighed.
Shi Qingyan suddenly said, “What if we returned the Little Princess? Do you think Long Xiao would give up on targeting the Demon Cult?”
“Hard to say.” Sang Zhe mused, “What if they can’t save face and insist on coming to demand the Original Immortal Talisman from us?”
“Well, we have to at least try. Besides, having this little burden around is really annoying.”
That was true.
With Long Huan around, all she did was bring trouble and waste his food.
Might as well send her back home sooner.
“Since we’re sending her back,” Shi Qingyan said, “why not just tell her the truth? Let her know she’s not actually pregnant; maybe she won’t be so obsessed.”
Sang Zhe thought for a moment: “That sounds good.”
Although he felt Long Huan was emotionally unstable right now, and he didn’t know how telling her the truth would turn out.
But dragging it out seemed just to make the girl more and more obsessed.
It was better to strike first.
“Okay, then I’ll go have a talk with her.”
With that, Sang Zhe turned around and walked into the cave.
However, the moment he stepped inside, he froze.
Long Huan had somehow gotten her hands on some yarn and twigs, clumsily weaving a sweater.
Her expression was indescribably soft and happy, humming a gentle tune, her delicate hands working diligently as if she were afraid of ruining it with a careless touch.
Sang Zhe: “…What are you doing?”
“Ah, Daddy of the child.”
Long Huan smiled sweetly, tilting her little head: “I’m knitting clothes for our child.”
“I read in a novel that when Human babies are born, their mothers typically knit a warm and loving piece of clothing for them.”
…Sure thing.
Bai Ming, you really know how to choose your novels.
Sitting beside her, Sang Zhe hesitated for a moment and then cleared his throat slowly.
“Ahem. Uh, Little Princess…”
“What is it, Daddy of the child?”
“…Um, could you not call me that?”
Long Huan blinked in slight confusion but quickly clapped her hands in delight: “Ah, I get it!”
“The novel mentioned that Human couples usually have the wife call her husband ‘darling.’”
“So, would that be ‘darling’?” She looked at Sang Zhe with a face full of shyness.
In that moment.
Sang Zhe felt the piercing gaze of a thousand acupuncturists.
“Please, just call me Sang Zhe.”
He was sweating and embarrassed: “Actually, there’s something serious I need to tell you.”
“I’m sorry! I lied to you earlier!”
He clasped his hands together and bowed his head deeply: “Actually, not even the Demon Clan, but even humans, can’t get pregnant from kissing.”
“I lied to you; you’re not actually pregnant at all. You’re still a pure and innocent young girl. There’s no child in your belly; nothing happened between us.”
Long Huan seemed to stumble momentarily.
But after a moment, she suddenly smiled lightly and teased, “Oh dear, you’re such a joker.”
“You don’t need to comfort me; I will give birth to the child well—”
“No, I’m not lying to you.”
Sang Zhe lifted his head seriously: “It’s true.”
After saying that, he became patient and took out a small blackboard, earnestly explaining middle school biology to Long Huan and shamelessly detailing the process of how living beings (especially humans) reproduce.
As Sang Zhe explained.
Long Huan’s expression shifted from a gentle smile to a gradually stiffening grin.
Then to confusion and emptiness.
Finally, it transformed into a bottomless abyss.
“…Huh?”
Her voice faltered in disbelief: “So… I’m really not pregnant at all?”
“Impossible, haha, no way! You must be joking, darling.”
Her eyes filled with tears, her petite frame trembling slightly.
“How could I not be pregnant?”
“If I’m not pregnant, then all the things I did before must be unforgivable!”
“Betraying my people, betraying Father, and handing over our clan’s treasure… what exactly have I done…”
Sang Zhe felt an uneasy shiver run down his spine and cautiously asked, “Um, Little Princess? Are you okay?”
“Ah, ahhh…”
Long Huan suddenly covered her face, her lips curling into a strange, slightly sickly smile.
“Something’s not right… this is wrong…”
“How could I not be pregnant? I can’t not be pregnant…”
For some reason.
Long Huan’s oddly sickly smile sent chills through Sang Zhe’s heart.
Oh no.
This child isn’t really going to have a mental breakdown, is she?
“…It’s not allowed.”
“I can’t not be pregnant…” she muttered to herself.
“Right… right.”
“If, if I were to get pregnant now…”
“It would still be in time, right? Hehe.” She said, a sickly flush blooming on her cheeks, turning to look at Sang Zhe with a mournful smile.
In that instant.
Sang Zhe felt like he was being targeted by some insatiable monster, his heart and lungs freezing.
“…Huh?”
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