Shang Qinghua was observant…most of the time. Here’s the thing, this world of his had a lot of shit he just didn’t remember. So many papapa plants and insects that could cause gender swaps, and gems and jewels that did all sorts of kinky shit. How was he supposed to remember which did what?! It’s not like he had his notes from back when he was Xiang Fei. And even if he did have those notes, it’s not like he’d go back to them for every single item he comes across! That would be, well, smart, actually. Damn, he wished he had his notes.
It had to have been that gem his King had gifted him for a job well done. A pretty sapphire-looking thing the size of an egg. It had been hefty, and when Mobei-Jun handed it to him there had been something there. A chill Shang Qinghua felt down to his bones. He’d thought it had just been his King.
He had been wrong. Oh so wrong.
Currently, he was standing before Mu Qingfang, both of them in a stupor. Although Mu Qingfang hid his surprise much better than Shang Qinghua. (He must’ve seen stuff like this before, there’s no way he hasn’t.)
“Shang-shidi is about seven months along now,” Mu Qingfang said in his unruffled and calm doctors voice.
Which was good, because had he not been calm then Shang Qinghua would’ve lost his shit. As it was, he was on the verge of hyperventilation.
“The fetus seems healthy, would you like to know the gender?” Mu Qingfang asked softly.
The gender?! They can tell those things at seven months? Scratch that, how the hell could Mu Qingfang tell? What sort of bullshit handwaving did he do in the past regarding this world’s magic?
Oh shit, Mu Qingfang was expecting an answer.
“Yes,” Shang Qinghua’s voice sounded fine. Totally fine. It was not so high that it sounded like a pre-pubescent boy’s. Nope. He was calm. So calm. Calm as a cucumber. Haha. Fuck, Cucumber-Bro was going to ream him up and down for his stupidity.
“Congratulations, you’re having a boy.”
“A boy.” He repeated. An heir. Mobe-Jun’s heir. Holy fucking shit. “I’m gonna faint.”
And then it was lights out.
Eventually he leaves Mu Qingfang with medicinal herbs that were the equivalent of prenatals. Like it mattered now! It’s not like Shang Qinghua hadn’t been eating junk this entire time (he’s practiced inedia more times than he could count on one hand.) He was given instructions not to put too much stress on his body--as if Mu Qingfang didn’t know which peak Shang Qinghua was lord of!
Shit, what was he going to do? Hide it, duh. But then what? And then there was Mobei-Jun. His King. His favorite. The demon whos weird gem baby he was carrying. A boy. An heir.
“Fuck me,” He groans as he enters his leisure house. “What am I supposed to doooooo?” He begins to pace the main living space of his home. “Surprise, my King, I’m with child? Please, he’d probably get angry at that. What about--My King, remember that gem you gifted me months ago? Well apparently us both touching it made me pregnant. You gave me the gem…which I guess would be the equivalent of your seed? How does this even work! I don’t have a uterus. Wait…”
If he was pregnant then he now had a sparkling new uterus (with fetus included, free of charge!). Shang Qinghua was scared what giving birth would be like. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.
“Okay, I can say my King, I’m carrying your heir. Ugh, that sounds awful.”
The opening of his bedroom door makes him screech. Because his life was a poorly written fanfiction with all the stereotypes. And Mobe-Jun was right there, having heard everything.
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