Chapter 48: The Queen Submits—And Becomes Pregnant.
After saying this, she didn’t bother with how Ye Wushang felt and directly pushed him out the door.
Seeing this, Ye Wushang didn’t think further and headed straight for the royal palace.
Under the escort of the guards, Ye Wushang made his way deep into the palace.
Soon, he sensed something was off. The place they were taking him to wasn’t the usual reception area—instead, it seemed to be the direction of Xia Zixuan’s bedchambers.
Ever since she took the throne, the imperial harem had undergone a massive purge. Almost all the former emperor’s concubines had been dismissed.
Now, her bedchambers were occupied by her alone.
Finally, under the guidance of a palace maid, Ye Wushang stepped into a room.
A few dishes were arranged on the table, along with two bottles of fine wine.
At that moment, Xia Zixuan was seated in a royal robe, sitting upright.
Now, her aura was deep and powerful, with a faint trace of sovereign might emanating from her—an oppressive presence that allowed for neither disrespect nor direct eye contact.
Her slender and tall figure was perfectly accentuated, breathtaking in its elegance.
Seeing this, how could Ye Wushang not realize that her Emperor Physique must have awakened? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have changed so drastically.
Not only that—her cultivation had soared in a very short time, reaching the Great Perfection stage of the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm.
It was said that upon awakening the Emperor Physique, one could cultivate and battle by borrowing the fate of an entire nation.
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Right now, Great Xia had just slain an incarnation of a Monarch. Plus, with peerless talents like Ye Wushang and Yue Rushuang guarding it, the nation’s strength was naturally formidable.
That was why her cultivation had skyrocketed in such a short time.
And precisely because she understood this, her gratitude and affection for Ye Wushang had deepened.
Such a perfect man—there was no way she’d let him go.
When she saw Ye Wushang arrive, Xia Zixuan rose to her feet, showing none of her usual aloofness. The two met like old friends reunited.
After a few rounds of drinks, their conversation became more and more open.
Xia Zixuan raised her cup and said, “Many thanks to Brother Ye for your help. Without you, there would be no Xia Zixuan today. Words cannot express the depth of this favor.”
Hearing this, Ye Wushang, a bit tipsy, made a small joke. “Then… how do you plan to repay me?”
A casual remark from him, but Xia Zixuan paused for a moment, seemingly pondering something.
Eventually, she drained the wine in her cup in one gulp, then stood up, eyes locked affectionately on Ye Wushang.
The sight made Ye Wushang gulp hard, his heart beating faster.
Before he could think further, Xia Zixuan suddenly said, “I’ll give myself to you—how about that?”
Her words stunned Ye Wushang. But before he could respond—
The moment the words left her lips, Xia Zixuan’s royal robe slipped off her body on its own.
Ye Wushang’s gaze swept over her, and his eyes immediately burned with desire. He was starting to lose control.
Seeing this, Xia Zixuan stepped toward him, pressing her chin against his chest and looking up at him.
Then, she slowly knelt.
At that moment, Ye Wushang could no longer hold back and was about to move forward.
Suddenly, a harmonious divine beast floated across his vision.
At this, Ye Wushang instantly paused his movements, not daring to “engage in deeper exchanges.”
For an entire week, Xia Zixuan suspended court affairs.
Originally, some ministers wanted to submit memorials criticizing her for neglecting state affairs.
But once they found out that Ye Wushang had entered the palace and hadn’t come out, they all withdrew their complaints and kept silent.
A joke, surely. Even the royal elders didn’t dare provoke him. What were mere ministers going to do?
Did they really think the strongest man in Great Xia was just fooling around?
That’s right. Ever since Ye Wushang slew the incarnation of the Monarch of Eternal Night, he had become the undisputed number one powerhouse of Great Xia.
Xia Zixuan had even personally bestowed upon him the title of Great Xia’s God of War, ranking half a level above a prince, with corresponding stipends.
Moreover, word of his mastery of Seventh Layer Saber Intent spread like wildfire throughout Great Xia and beyond.
As for all this, Ye Wushang was oblivious—he was too preoccupied with lingering in the dragon bed.
Outside the palace, the attending palace maids were all blushing, and some of their garments had even grown damp.
They couldn’t help it—after all, the music and festivities from the inner palace hadn’t stopped for five whole days.
None of them had imagined that the queen, so majestic and awe-inspiring, had such another side to her.
Xia Zixuan whispered into Ye Wushang’s ear, her soft, tender voice utterly soul-stirring.
Hearing this, Ye Wushang, who had just caught his breath, sprang up without hesitation and launched a new round of “battle.”
Unlike Yue Rushuang and the others, conquering a queen carried a thrill that left him endlessly satisfied.
Especially since this queen was quite open-minded, often wearing her regal robes for their “deep interactions.”
Sometimes, she even took the dominant role, pressing Ye Wushang down. But not long after, he would flip the tables and regain control.
The proud queen held out for a full seven days before finally surrendering, no longer daring to continue.
Only then did Ye Wushang get dressed and swagger out of the palace.
“Oh my, the God of War of Great Xia—were you off fighting Her Majesty the Queen?” Yue Rushuang looked at him, jealousy written all over her face.
Seeing this, Ye Wushang quickly stepped forward and gently coaxed her.
Yue Rushuang didn’t bother arguing. She just rolled her eyes at him, looking irresistibly alluring.
Having not been intimate with her for days, Ye Wushang felt his resistance slipping.
Seeing his expression, Yue Rushuang was startled and nearly collapsed into his arms.
But she managed to hold herself together and stopped Ye Wushang from hugging her.
Noticing his puzzled look, Yue Rushuang whispered softly, “I’m pregnant!”
Ye Wushang was momentarily stunned before quickly reacting.
“What a pity!” he said, looking at his breathtaking wife, knowing he couldn’t touch her now—it filled him with regret.
But his hands were still a bit unruly.
“Don’t move! Be careful not to hurt the baby!”
“Who says having a baby means you can’t move at all?”
With that, Ye Wushang hoisted Yue Rushuang and carried her back into the room.
It wasn’t until evening that the two finally emerged.
At dinner, Ye Wushang looked at Yue Rushuang’s swollen lips and chuckled mischievously, earning a constant stream of eye rolls from her.
In the following half month, Ye Wushang often visited Xia Zixuan. Each encounter was an earth-shattering “battle.”
At last, the battle concluded when Xia Zixuan successfully conceived.
He was also quite decisive about it—they discussed the child’s status.
To Ye Wushang, his direct bloodline could never bear another surname.
That meant Xia Zixuan’s child must carry the surname Ye. That was his bottom line.
However, he was open to the child marrying into a branch of the royal family, in which case he didn’t care about the surname.
And if it were a daughter who inherited the throne, she could even take in a prince consort from a collateral line of the royal family.
The key point: his direct descendant must be surnamed Ye.
Xia Zixuan didn’t mind this arrangement at all. To her, it made no difference—there was nothing to argue over.