APHMOLIR Chapter 8.

“General Fu seems to have neglected taking the calming agents and supplements on schedule. His hormones are a bit out of balance, but fortunately, it’s caught early. Otherwise, it could affect his health in many ways, and in severe cases, it could even lead to organ failure,” the doctor told Ye Qin.

Although Fu Mingxiu hadn’t shown any major problems yet, the doctor still mentioned the most severe possible consequences to grab Ye Qin’s attention.

Ye Qin’s face darkened upon hearing this.

He regretted not bringing Fu Mingxiu in sooner. Had he known that this guy didn’t care about his health at all, he never would have thought it could be neglected to such an extent.

He rubbed his forehead and said to the doctor, “Please schedule the surgery… Also, are there any specific precautions we need to take for his condition?”

“Regularly taking the calming agents and supplements is a must. In addition, you need to ensure he’s getting proper nutrition, avoid exposure to cold, and steer clear of high-radiation products, especially higher-tier interstellar beasts… If necessary, they must undergo strict processing…” The doctor continued listing various precautions, and by the time he finished, Fu Mingxiu had tidied himself up and knocked on the door.

“May I come in?” Fu Mingxiu asked from outside.

“That’s about all, Your Majesty. I’ll take my leave now,” the doctor said to Ye Qin.

After receiving Ye Qin’s permission, the doctor bowed slightly and exited the room.

“Come in,” Ye Qin called to Fu Mingxiu.

Fu Mingxiu opened the door and walked in, bumping into the doctor. The doctor gave a slight bow before leaving.

Fu Mingxiu turned and looked at the doctor, then asked Ye Qin with a slightly subtle tone, “What did the doctor say to you?”

“The doctor said you’re not pregnant yet,” Ye Qin replied. “He also said you’ve been neglecting your health after the surgery, which led to some minor issues. If properly managed, it could increase the chances of pregnancy.”

Fu Mingxiu: “…”

What should I do? The way you said it makes me suddenly not want to be healthy anymore.

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Of course, this was something beyond his control. After returning, all the unhealthy foods Ye Qin used to make for him when he was in a good mood, like barbecue, were gone. Even the cute little cakes had drastically decreased, from once every two days to once every five days. His daily meals now included all kinds of strange medicinal dishes—anything from angelica, ginseng, and old hen to all sorts of odd interstellar medicinal dishes or health tonics.

Fu Mingxiu poked at the black, unidentifiable object, his face full of complaint as he said to Ye Qin, “Ah Qin, they say you shouldn’t over-supplement when you’re weak. You’re making me drink these tonics every day. It can’t be good for my body, right?”

Ye Qin, sitting across from him, raised his eyes. “This diet is based on the data analysis from your last check-up. It’s absolutely suitable for you, so stop worrying about it.”

“…”

Since he’d said that, Fu Mingxiu had no room to argue. He could only close his eyes and force a few pieces of the black, unidentifiable object into his mouth.

Ye Qin’s cooking was still excellent. Once he got past the mental barrier about the ingredients, the taste was actually quite good.

However, that night, Fu Mingxiu realized that after eating all these medicinal foods for so many days, he had finally fallen into Ye Qin’s trap.

That morning, Fu Mingxiu was unusually awake—because he hadn’t slept a wink all night.

He hoarsely asked Ye Qin, with a weak and exhausted tone, “Ah Qin, tell me honestly… What did you feed me yesterday?”

Despite being utterly drained, he felt a strange surge of energy, as if both weak and overly excited at the same time.

The satisfied Alpha didn’t keep him guessing. He chuckled and answered, “Thunder tiger whip. It’s of a high level. I had to prepare it for several days to make sure you could eat it.”

Fu Mingxiu: “…”

Did it really need this much effort?

“You should go to work!” Fu Mingxiu said, holding back tears.

“Today is the weekend. Take a rest,” Ye Qin smugly replied.

Fu Mingxiu was almost on the verge of tears.

Why couldn’t he be a diligent and hardworking emperor?

Look at Zhu Yuanzhang, the hardworking model! And then look at you!

The days of indulgence and comfort flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it had been half a year since the last time Fu Mingxiu was dragged by Ye Qin for an examination.

Over these months, Fu Mingxiu was incredibly lucky—he hadn’t gotten pregnant. Every day, he thanked the heavens, as a staunch atheist who had been forced to become a follower of several different sects. Of course, whether or not the gods or Buddhas were really looking out for him was another matter entirely.

Another good thing was that Ye Qin was willing to take him out.

—The last checkup didn’t count.

The story of how this came to be was rather simple.

After enduring Ye Qin’s unrestrained actions for a long time, Fu Mingxiu finally called for a strike.

At first, he had gone along with Ye Qin’s frenzied behavior, indulging in it for eight consecutive days, driven by guilt. But no matter how guilty he felt, he couldn’t keep up with Ye Qin’s relentless demands. Even if he didn’t get worn out, wasn’t Ye Qin worried about his own stamina?

So, Fu Mingxiu went on strike.

But he knew that Ye Qin was someone who responded to softness, not force. If he directly told Ye Qin that he didn’t want to continue, Ye Qin might just exhaust him completely.

Therefore, his strike had to be done in a subtle way.

Fu Mingxiu began to pretend to be melancholy, mainly to express his “lack of interest.”

But, as they say, every “old dog” has their own version of Hamlet. After repeatedly seeing Fu Mingxiu “melancholic” and experiencing his multiple rejections, Ye Qin’s brain started to work in a particular way—could it be that Fu Mingxiu was showing signs of depression from being cooped up?

It wasn’t surprising that Ye Qin thought this way. People tend to believe what they want to. He had kept Fu Mingxiu locked up partly out of resentment, partly out of his own indulgence. If it were up to him, he’d never let Fu Mingxiu out.

But he also knew that humans are social creatures, and keeping someone locked away with only one person to see would drive anyone mad eventually. He often worried about this, torn between not wanting to let Fu Mingxiu out and knowing it wasn’t right.

After overthinking, he finally decided that Fu Mingxiu’s increasing “melancholy” wasn’t getting better but rather worse—actually, it was because Fu Mingxiu had realized his feigned melancholy wasn’t having any real effect.

After Ye Qin spent a while accompanying him in his “melancholy,” he suddenly and very naturally pushed him down!

Fu Mingxiu’s “melancholy” deepened, and now, he really felt depressed.

After struggling for some time, Ye Qin finally decided to take Fu Mingxiu out for a change of scenery.

He knew that keeping him locked up for too long would eventually lead to trouble.

Thus, Fu Mingxiu inexplicably gained the right to go out.

At first, Ye Qin just took him to various places: strange snow planets, diamond planets, flower planets, as well as mecha exhibitions and food competitions.

Gradually, perhaps because Fu Mingxiu’s obedient attitude and various sweet words (not really) softened Ye Qin’s vigilance, he began to bring Fu Mingxiu to different social events.

This was mainly because, after Ye Qin had been emperor for a year or two, those with ulterior motives began urging him to establish an heir. This wasn’t an issue, as Ye Qin held absolute power in the empire, and a little warning kept them quiet. The real trouble came from the various women who flocked to him, eager to win his favor. Ye Qin’s appearance—his stunning golden hair, emerald eyes, and high nose—combined with his extraordinary martial skills and the title of emperor, made him the most eligible bachelor in the universe.

Although many had met unfortunate ends on the beach, that didn’t matter—what if they won the jackpot? It was an excellent investment, a low-risk high-reward venture!

With so many people thinking this way, Ye Qin became fed up and decided to take Fu Mingxiu to all these social events to put an end to these thoughts.

Interstellar gossip was no less rampant than that of ancient Earth. As soon as Ye Qin appeared with Fu Mingxiu in public, the whole universe knew that their emperor was in a relationship.

Fu Mingxiu’s public identity was still General Fu, the highly respected military hero. Ye Qin’s explanation to the public was that Fu Mingxiu had undergone secondary differentiation after an injury.

As for what injury, that was up to the imagination. Fu Mingxiu, the youngest general in the empire, had been on the front lines for years, so it wasn’t unusual for him to be injured.

But most people with a functioning brain knew Ye Qin was making excuses.

What a joke! Even though Fu Mingxiu was the empire’s youngest general, he was already 28 years old. An S-tier alpha at 28, and you’re telling me he underwent secondary differentiation? I think you might be the one who’s been “re-differentiated”! (Channeling a frustrated mother scolding her son.jpg)

Everyone knew that General Fu and the emperor shared a deep relationship. In hindsight, it was clear that they had developed feelings for each other over time on the battlefield. Now, Fu Mingxiu had become an omega, likely undergoing the procedure to be with Ye Qin openly.

What determination, the high society people thought.

Though the process of their conjectures was a bit off, their conclusion wasn’t far off.

One time, Fu Mingxiu attended a banquet with Ye Qin, hosted to celebrate the “Star Awakening Festival,” a holiday commemorating the long journey of Earth’s ancient humans through the cosmos and their eventual settlement on the first exoplanet.

The background didn’t matter much, but what did matter was that Fu Mingxiu met an interesting young man at the event.