Chapter 241: Naturally Fertile

Lan Yixuan: ???

Di Zian: ???

What’s going on here?

When the proprietress came out again, she was accompanied by two women in their twenties, one on each side.

“Young Master Di, could you come over for a moment?”

Di Zian quickly stepped back, waving his hand at the proprietress, “No need to introduce me to any women, I don’t need that, really.”

Lan Yixuan glanced at him, “Sister Ling and Sister Meng are already married. They’re just friends of Sister Yue.”

Di Zian’s mouth twitched, “Then why did she bring these two over…”

“Young Master Di, to be honest, these two sisters have been married for a long time but haven’t been able to conceive. They’ve always wanted a child,” the proprietress sighed.

Di Zian’s eyes widened, “What does their desire for a child have to do with me? I can’t make them pregnant!”

What’s going on tonight?

Why does it feel like everyone he meets is either pregnant or wants to be? Anyone who didn’t know better might think he was some sort of fertility god.

He’s just an unlucky guy, okay?

The proprietress covered her mouth and laughed lightly, “But you can, you absolutely can.”

“This…” Di Zian was about to run, but the proprietress grabbed him, “Young Master Di, all you need to do is take their pulse, just take their pulse.”

The proprietress quickly signaled to the two women, who lowered their heads and extended their hands.

“I don’t know anything about medicine, I’m not a doctor. Oh, Shen Yunran! Shen Yunran is a divine healer; you should ask her for a fertility prescription…” Di Zian protested.

The proprietress quickly turned to Lan Yixuan for help.

She had figured it out by now—this kid only listens to Little Xuan’er.

Lan Yixuan frowned slightly, “Di Zian, give it a try. The proprietress wouldn’t do anything to offend you.”

The proprietress’s ancestors had been spiritual practitioners; she knew a bit about divination and the art of the I Ching.

Finally, Di Zian calmed down. Still bewildered, he checked the pulses of the two women, but before he could even discern their pulse patterns, he quickly withdrew his hands, “You both will definitely conceive soon.”

He couldn’t say much more and could only offer them his blessings.

“May your words be fulfilled, Your Highness.” The proprietress and the two women bowed deeply to Di Zian.

“Xuan’er…” Di Zian looked at her pitifully.

The proprietress chuckled, “Young Master Di, please come this way. I have something to tell you.”

In a daze, Di Zian walked over, and the proprietress whispered a few words in his ear. Di Zian looked at Lan Yixuan, dumbfounded.

“Young Master Di, make sure to remember,” the proprietress laughed softly as she left.

“What did Sister Yue say to you?” Lan Yixuan suddenly asked on their way back to the Lan residence.

Di Zian awkwardly scratched his head, “She told me not to get too close to you, that I… naturally bring fertility, and anyone I touch will get pregnant…”

“Seventh Prince!” The Minister of Central Affairs suddenly rushed over and patted Di Zian on the shoulder.

Startled, Di Zian quickly jumped back as if he’d seen a ghost.

The Minister of Central Affairs was embarrassed, “Seventh Prince, I thought I was mistaken, but it really is you.”

Lan Yixuan put a hand on her forehead, “This is bad.”

Di Zian’s fertility powers—could they have transferred to her uncle?

The Minister of Central Affairs was utterly confused, “Xuan’er, Seventh Prince, what’s going on with you two?”

One avoided him like the plague, and the other sighed helplessly.

“It’s nothing, really.” Di Zian waved his hands repeatedly, just… hoping the Minister of Central Affairs would be fine.

The Minister of Central Affairs scratched his head. Why were they acting so mysterious?

“By the way, Seventh Prince, the emperor summoned you to court today. Make sure you attend.”

Di Zian: “…”

He has to attend court?

Please, let none of the officials touch him!

Morning court.

The tyrant emperor arrived early with Ah Bao in his arms. Having only slept half the night, Ah Bao was dozing off in the emperor’s arms.

Perhaps it was because they had acquired a national beast yesterday, but today, all the civil and military officials were full of energy.

The Minister of Central Affairs had just taken his place when he suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

He hadn’t even done anything this morning.

Di Zian quietly slipped in and stood in the most inconspicuous corner among the officials.

Please, let no one touch him today.

“Your Majesty, the National Preceptor of Feng Country requests an audience.”

“Summon him—”

Ah Bao yawned and woke up.

Leng Qingliu walked in.

Civil and military officials: ???

Wait, isn’t Leng Qingliu an envoy from Feng Country? They just saw him yesterday.

“The National Preceptor of Feng Country greets His Majesty.” Without that big fool Li Chunfeng, Leng Qingliu had learned his lesson this time, not daring to skip a single formality.

At this moment, the two-headed dragon silently coiled in his pocket, trembling.

It kept saying it didn’t want to come, but Leng Qingliu forced it.

Look, sitting on the dragon throne was not just the emperor of the Tiansheng Dynasty, but also the little master of its father.

Terrified, it dared not poke its head out.

Leng Qingliu noticed that the two headed dragon in his pocket had become unusually quiet since he entered the hall.

“Leng Qingliu, are you the National Preceptor of Feng Country?” The tyrant emperor looked at Leng Qingliu with some confusion.

Leng Qingliu felt helpless. His clothes were tattered and ragged; he looked nothing like a great national preceptor or even like the impressive envoy from the day before.

In one night, he had been reduced to this state.

“Sigh, Your Majesty, our Feng Country is now sparsely populated, our influence has waned, and there are so many vacant positions. With no one else to fill them, I’ve had to take on multiple roles,” Leng Qingliu said with a face full of shame.

“The envoy is me, the national advisor is me, and the founding minister is also me.”

The civil and military officials: …

This person holds multiple roles, has extraordinary perseverance, and remains loyal to his country without wavering. Truly admirable.

The tyrant couldn’t help but chuckle. This Leng Qingliu is quite interesting, staying loyal to his country until the very end. He truly has determination.

“Ugh—” Suddenly, a retching sound echoed through the hall.

The tyrant followed the sound and saw that it was the Deputy Minister of the Secretariat among the crowd, covering his mouth and bending over, vomiting.

The Deputy Minister quickly waved his hand, “Sorry, sorry.”

【Hmm, these symptoms of the Deputy Minister, they seem like morning sickness, as if he’s pregnant!】

The tyrant’s gaze at the Deputy Minister became rather strange.

The Deputy Minister quickly lowered his head, thinking how strange this situation was!

Pfft—

Di Zian, who was hiding in a corner trying to be invisible, trembled in fear.

He covered his face, unable to even look at anyone.

This is bad, really bad.

Could the Deputy Minister actually be pregnant?

Can men even get pregnant???

After a brief silence, the tyrant turned his gaze back to Leng Qingliu, “National Advisor, may I ask what brings you here today?”

Leng Qingliu cleared his throat, “Your Majesty, I have come on behalf of our Feng Kingdom to seek the aid of the Tiansheng Empire. Our Feng Kingdom wishes to pledge allegiance to the Tiansheng Empire!”

The entire court was in an uproar.

The Tiansheng Empire is currently ranked last, and now they want to add a nation that has already been destroyed and is second to last—this… this isn’t an asset, it’s a burden, right?

“Haven’t you Feng people relied on the Fire Kingdom for survival all these years?”

Leng Qingliu sighed, “Your Majesty, you’ve seen what kind of character the Fire Kingdom’s envoy displayed. Our Feng Kingdom was never truly protected by them; we weren’t even considered a vassal state, just a mere cannon fodder for the Fire Kingdom.

When there’s trouble, we go first; when there’s prosperity, they enjoy it first; when there’s danger, they flee first, leaving us behind.

Take this recent incident of the dragon’s wrath and the national beast fleeing overnight—Li Chunfeng and Hu Zhan stole a donkey cart and didn’t even inform me.

At the very least, we could have stolen it together.