Shadow Guard Delivering a Mantou: Prologue & Chapter 1 "Seventeen"
Updated: Aug 28, 2020
Warning: This is a translation of a BL (boys' love) & MPreg novel written by GuiYu, which means it features male characters in a romantic relationship and Male Pregnancy. If you are offended by this type of content, please do not proceed.
A woman from Fufeng Sect was jilted by her lover, out of grievance, she created a child-bearing potion. It was 100% effective, and a child was born.
The ashen lady took out her potion and proudly presented it to the crowd.
The audience stirred and commented: "Is that really true? Could such a thing be possible?” Not knowing what the lady was thinking as her face dropped, she pointed to a corner and everyone's gaze followed.
Seventeen raised his head with a confused expression: "But I am male."
The audience fell silent...
In short, this is a merry joyous story about a Lord of his Fortress and a Shadow Guard - who is pregnant with a mantou - as they cross river, sea and mountain, through the Jianghu world, all the while awaiting for their steam bun to be done.
Crash! A woman was thrown out, her clothes also tumbling to the ground, then was quickly dragged away. The courtyard was quiet once again.
Shadow Eleven and Shadow Twelve who was lying on the roof, glanced at each other, both with puzzling eyes, but the master's personal affair is not something for Shadow Guards to involve themselves in. The less they know, the better.
However, Shadow Seventeen, hidden on a large tree in the courtyard did not have the same thought. He raised his fingers up to count. This was the tenth night their master’s concubine was thrown out. No kidding, thrown out…The Master was often viewed as ruthless, even cruel to his women. No wonder the people of the Jianghu world often say Master is a great model for those who want to achieve greater goals in life. -_-
Still, this situation had never happened before, and it had become increasingly worse lately. Previously, at least those concubines had a tenth of an incense burn time, however, at present, they are thrown out upon entering! What happened to the Master? Has he grown tired of these concubines?
But, everyone said that the Master doesn't care about beauty. Beautiful or plain, women are all the same in the Master’s eyes. So the conclusion above does not stand. What is going on? Seventeen scratched his head in bewilderment, his perplexed gaze remained on the close door on the opposite side. The candlelight suddenly turned out, and the master slept.
Shadow Seventeen spent the night pondering, until Master’s door opened the next day. He temporarily shoved those thoughts back, and began his daily life as a Shadow Guard.
Xing BeiMing woke up at his usual time, then proceeded with his daily routine. Practiced martial arts, had breakfast, and then listened to reports from his men. Next up, Steward Cheng Bo would make the Master’s arrangements, like either going out to meet up with other Martial Masters, wandering the city to relax, or accepting his friends' invitations. The whole process was repetitive, and he did not care.
As the Lord of the World’s Supreme Fortress, Xing BeiMing experienced family infighting during childhood and throughout his adolescent journey to make a name for himself, before establishing the World Supreme Sect. From a solitary unknown anonymous boy to becoming the guardian of the most respected Master in the Jiangju world. Through his trials, he had tasted almost everything: betrayal, poverty, disappointment, resentment, despair, hope, joy, friendship, repayment...
So now, he was bored...
Xing BeiMing was bored and nothing interesting had caught his eye. Especially those concubines, one after another, delicate and weak, they appeared before him with seduction in mind. Only thinking of ways to please him, but no one seems to notice the signs of boredom. Are they blind? In the end, it’s just a bunch of selfish people who only think of themselves! Xing BeiMing angrily threw his bowl of porridge down and stood up.
The Steward Cheng Bo eyes motioned the servant girl to clean up the mess, then followed Xing BeiMing out. Cheng Bo flipped the booklet in his hand, and carefully asked, "Master, today is the birthday of the Young Miss of Lin Meng’s family. Lin Meng invited you to admire the lanterns and view his estate.”
Xing BeiMing furrowed his eyebrows. “Birthday? On my Birthday, as I recall, they were a boring bunch. Have they forgotten how grand mine was? Not going!”
Cheng Bo nodded and drew a big ink slash line over, 'Lin Mengzhu Qianjin’s Birthday', then closed the book.
Xing BeiMing frowned again, "That was the only thing going today?"
Cheng Bo nodded, "Yes, Master, that was all."
Xing BeiMing was unhappy. Cheng Bo caught on quickly, his eyes alerted, "Master, I heard that the Drunken Beauty Flower Boat recently got a new talented person, but not only is she a beauty among flowers, but nine out of ten patrons already said that her personality fit their taste. Master, how about we…”
Suitable taste, with any luck she’ll match the taste of the Master.
Xing BeiMing stopped, “Cheng Bo, lead the way. "
On Yuen Ming Lake, the majority of the flower boats are privately owned in Yuen Ming City, visited mostly by the Young Masters who are there for drinking and whoring. The Drunken Beauties Flower Boat is the best among them, one-word Drunken, second-word Beauties, one can envision the flower boat scenery. With the aroma of wine and the fragrance of flowers, the scent kept the guests intoxicated enough to keep them lingering and forgetting their way home.
As soon as Xing BeiMing stepped on the flower boat, the once noisy environment suddenly quieted down. Who doesn’t know Xing BeiMing, Lord of the World Supreme Sect? The Flower Boat owner hurried to welcome him. He clasped his hands and said, "Master Xing, such a wonderful occasion. Welcome, please have a seat!"
After saying that, the owner pointed to the seat he occupied earlier on the boat, surrounded by all the famous figures in the merchant world. Even today, as Xing BeiMing was also present, his flower boat would become even more famous by sunrise.
Astonishingly, Xing BeiMing did not even glance at him. He rolled his eyes after scanning through the entire first floor of the flower boat, as nothing caught his eye. “You are the owner of this boat. Who is the most famous artist here?”
"Ah?" The owner of the boat was startled, then immediately reacted, "The Master asked for Shui Shui’er? This is, logically speaking, as all the artists here are exceptionable without fault, but Shui Shui’er is not ordinary. Accepting guests depends on Shui Shui’er’s mood, for even myself, I could not afford to overstep. Master Xing, you have to spare me this time!”
Xing BeiMing did not say anything. By now, the owner of the boat was soaked with cold sweat, he could not offend either side, or his life would be forfeited!
Cheng Bo took a step forward and pulled the owner to the side, with his sleeves slightly lowered, slipping something over. Then whispered in his ear with a small voice, “Let tell you, my Master only asked where the person is. Everything else is needless to say. ”
The owner was startled by what he heard, talented indeed! He took them to the second floor and pointed out the room. Bowing to Master Xing as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, the owner rushed back downstairs.
Xing BeiMing made his way to the room shown by the owner. The door of the room was not closed, but left a gap, and from inside, there was a laugh. Xing BeiMing listened for a while, and caught the pleasant laugh. It was not a charming laugh of a woman of legend, but the refreshing laughter of a young male, carrying a bit of an allure.
Xing BeiMing’s eyes brightened, his irritation lessened. Cheng Bo took notice of his master's merriment and immediately took care of the business at hand. Whatever tricks the Steward used was a mystery. However, when Xing BeiMing entered the room, the only one present was Shui Shui’er.
Sure enough, he was beautiful, an elegant posture with a charismatic appearance, but still a male nonetheless. Since they did not follow the rules of the host, and due to Cheng Bo’s underhanded method, his eyes, of course, were a little hostile.
Master Xing waved his hand, Cheng Bo lowered his head and retreated. Under Xing BeiMing's watchful gaze, Shui Shui’er sat down and adjusted his sleeves, ignoring him. He only glanced at Xing BeiMing occasionally. After all, Master Xing’s physique and temperament were known throughout the four corners of the land. Even if he doesn’t say his identity, he still attracts attention.
While the room was quiet, the roof was open for discussion.
Shadow Eleven drew a question mark before his eyes, "What is this situation? Can a man also do this kind of job? Shouldn’t the Master be furious? ”
Shadow Twelve signaled the sign of contempt at him. "Ignorant! These days, many great dignitaries like this kind of “flower behind the garden". Don’t you know, among the most righteous in the light, by evening, there is nothing unsavory that has not been done! The master is not like you!”
Shadow Seventeen looked bewildered at the two who mastered their hand-to-hand exchange and admired them again. But he couldn’t understand what they said at all, except for the “flower” gesture, which he understood. The Master’s business down there is related to the flowers? What flowers?
On the roof, Shadow Seventeen was still racking his brain,