Chapter 263 - Answers

Well after that heavy talk, the two of them didn’t have the heart to continue the night. Jian lay there flushed and restless, while Xing Yu, of all people, looked like he was sulking. His brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line, and when Jian finally asked, he only mumbled something about being incapable of answering his mate’s questions and how that upset him.The sight of the great general pouting like a scolded child made Jian chuckle despite himself. "You’re ridiculous," he teased softly, his laughter breaking through the tension.

So the answers remained a mystery.

But not for long.

The very next morning, Jian stirred awake even before Xing Yu. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, then glanced back at the man sprawled there like a sculpture come to life—silver hair messy over the pillow, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. For a moment Jian just stared, lips parting unconsciously, before licking them nervously.

he really wanted to have sex....

I really need to know how not to get pregnant... will a condom suffice?

He chewed the inside of his cheek. There was only one person who could give him real answers.

Without another thought, Jian darted out of bed, still barefoot, and rushed across the hall. The opposite door was already open, Li Wang moving about inside with a pile of clothes in hand.

"Oh, good morning. Did you sleep well? Because I didn’t," he mumbled in a very obvious tone, adjusting his crooked glasses.

Jian rolled his eyes at him, lifting a middle finger. "Where’s Eren and Varon?"

"Dunno. Probably out on some romantic escapade."

Jian didn’t waste another second. He bolted toward the kitchen—empty. Then out into the yard. There, he finally spotted them: Eren sparring with Nansich.

"Come on, is that all you’ve got? You’ll have to be faster to defeat me," Eren called, grinning as he swung his sword with precise, brutal speed.

The boy snarled, blocking with his black-blue blade. "I am fast, old man!" He launched back at Eren with relentless strikes, determination flashing in his young eyes.

Nearby, Varon watched with his arms crossed, clearly amused. Jian hurried up to him, tugging his sleeve. "Varon... can you spare Eren to me for a few minutes?"

That sharp-eyed man tilted his head, brow raising. "Why do you need him, your highness? I can help you too."

Jian flushed, lowering his voice. "Um... I’m not comfortable talking to you about such things yet."

"Mm." Varon’s interest only deepened. "What do you wish to speak to him about?"

"Can you please just spare him to me for a few minutes?" Jian’s patience was running thin.

"Alright, alright." Varon lifted his hand in surrender. "Eren, little prince wants you."

Eren paused mid-swing, glancing over. "Oh... but—" His eyes flicked to Nansich, who stood there panting and confused.

"I’ll spar with him," Varon offered casually.

"Ahhh, no fair!" Nansich wailed. "I don’t want to fight with Varon."

"Why won’t you fight with my lover, ah?" Eren snapped, glaring.

"Because he’s a brute!" Nansich grumbled moodily.

His words were proven true in the next second—Varon took him out with one decisive strike. Flat on his back, Nansich groaned and kicked at the dirt, mumbling about how unfair it was.

Eren chuckled and walked back alongside Jian, shaking his head. "What is it, little prince? What do you want to talk about?"

Jian’s cheeks burned. He shuffled his feet, clutching the hem of his tunic. "Um... so... me and Xing... we progressed a bit in our relationship... and then... we kind of had the talk..." He peeked up at Eren, who was barely suppressing a grin and gestured for him to go on.

"Xing said... that..."

"What did he say?" Eren’s patience wore thin.

"He said... I can get pregnant." Jian squeezed his eyes shut, clenching the fabric in his fists.

Eren burst into laughter. "Yeah, did you guys—you know—do the devil’s tango yet?"

"No!" Jian snapped, peering up at him, flustered. "I was confused! How can a man get pregnant? He said anyone in our kind could, so... how? How do you get pregnant?"

Eren blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the question. "Well... you have to have sexual relations to get pregnant. I forgot—you were just a kid when you joined us. Didn’t have much knowledge about the birds and the bees." He nodded thoughtfully.

"I know that!" Jian stomped his foot. "But how can a man get pregnant?"

Eren chuckled, eyes glinting. "If you have sex."

Jian frowned, confused. "Then... you haven’t had sex?"

That question hit like a slap. Eren’s face turned scarlet, his throat clearing as he looked away at the distant peach tree. "We... we have."

"Then how come you aren’t pregnant? Have you used condoms?" Jian pressed, curiosity burning.

Eren rubbed his temples. "N-no..."

"Then how?" Jian’s frown deepened.

"Well..." Eren sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "You see, Varon and I are not of royal descent. So it’s not possible for us to conceive so easily. It takes time, luck, sometimes never at all. But you—" his eyes sharpened with seriousness "—you are of the direct royal bloodline. And our general also carries royal blood. The two of you are very fertile. If you do it, you will almost certainly end up pregnant."

Jian’s entire face lit scarlet. "What if we use condoms?"

"You can try," Eren said with a mischievous grin, "but I’m not sure they’d work."

"Why not?"

Eren leaned close, smirking. "Because... our general is too big down there."

Jian blushed red. He had felt it too last night... that sizable bulge rubbing up against him. "but we have bigger sizes...." He mumbled under his breath.

"but the risk is it might rip. If you wish to risk that.. you guys can go at it."

Jian’s hope fell down to the ground and was trampled. "I just want to have sex..." he mumbled under his breath. "why can’t i have sex ahh....."