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Chapter 251 Big Cat and An'an 4
Yin Jiuyao's tail stiffened abruptly, and his golden beast eyes widened sharply: "A cub?"

The divine markings on Su An'an's waist lit up at the right moment.

As the pink light swirled, it coalesced into the phantom of a curled-up white tiger, snoring while hugging its tail.

Yin Jiuyao's breathing stopped as he looked at the tiger cub's phantom.

Three seconds later.

"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of my way!"

The tiger clan members stared in disbelief as Yin Jiuyao carried Su An'an and ran past.

His tail bristled like a feather duster, and he kept muttering to himself as if possessed:
"The spring water must be warm! The cushions must be three layers deep! Where's the pregnancy-preserving medicine? The pregnancy-preserving medicine!"

Inside the Hall of Elders in the Holy Land.

Yin Jiuyao's claws cracked the stone table: "Is An'an pregnant or not?!"

The elder's beard twitched: "The pulse is steady and strong; it is indeed a sign of pregnancy."

"boom!"

Yin Jiuyao suddenly buried his face in Su An'an's neck, his snoring making her collarbone tingle: "My baby."

His tiger ears were pressed tightly against the side of her neck, while the tip of his tail swung excitedly behind him, making a rustling sound as he swept the pebbles on the ground.

Su An'an was choking him so badly she could hardly breathe. She reached out and patted his back, saying, "Loosen up, or you'll strangle your baby."

Yin Jiuyao suddenly loosened his grip by half an inch, his golden eyes fixed on her lower abdomen, as if trying to see through the skin and flesh:
Did it move?

"She's only just gotten pregnant, how could that be..."

Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly picked her up and carried her horizontally.

As he passed the medicine shelf, he stretched out his long arm and swept half of the herbs off the shelf.

Amidst the rustling sound, I heard him threaten in a low voice:
"Anyone who dares to let my son suffer any injustice will have their bones broken."

Su An'an laughed and tugged at his ear: "Right now, you're the one most likely to make him suffer."

He immediately slowed his pace, even his breathing became softer.

But his arms, which were holding her, remained taut, as if he were holding the whole world in his embrace.

Back in the treehouse, Su An'an was surprised to find that seven new fruits had sprouted on the branches of the twin-fruit tree outside the window.

The white fruit peel gleamed sweetly in the morning light.

"An An!"

Yin Jiuyao's palm suddenly pressed against her lower abdomen, and the golden light emitted by the cub seemed to dance like musical notes.

"It's talking."

The big cat's voice was hoarse and incoherent, and the tip of its tail thumped restlessly against the bed. "I can feel it."

Su An'an froze, her fingertips touching the faint light that had appeared on the belly: "What did it say?"

"Our baby."

Yin Jiuyao suddenly buried his head in the crook of her neck, his tiger ears pressed against her collarbone, and his purring made her heart tremble: "It said it would protect you."

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she grabbed his earlobe: "Silly boy, it's us who should be protecting it."

The wind from the treetops, carrying a sweet fragrance, swept in and tangled the two people's hair together.

Yin Jiuyao's joy did not last three days.

This was disrupted by Su An'an's increasingly severe morning sickness.

She had just picked up the spirit rice porridge for breakfast when she covered her mouth and rushed to the clean room.

After vomiting, he came back and lay pale-faced by the bed, his hair sticking to his cheeks with cold sweat.

Why is your morning sickness so severe?

Yin Jiuyao's tail instantly exploded into a feather duster.

"It's nothing." Su An'an waved her hand weakly, then pushed him away again and rushed to the bathroom.

Yin Jiuyao stood frozen in place, while Jin Tong trembled.

The strongest cub in the history of the White Tiger Clan has already given a tough test to its parents even before it was born.

"The book says that the purer the White Tiger's spiritual power, the heavier the burden on the mother body."

Yin Jiuyao looked worried: "Especially the cubs of the Golden-striped White Tiger are the hardest to keep under control."

It's all because his seed was too powerful.

"It's okay, I made this."

Su An'an took out a glass bottle containing amber-colored pills:
"The pregnancy-stabilizing pills made from stardew fruit, calming herbs, and tiger tail flowers can soothe the cub's overly domineering spiritual power."

Yin Jiuyao picked up the pill and brought it close to his nose, smelling a faint bitterness mixed with the lingering medicinal fragrance on her fingertips: "Does it really work?"

"Just try and you will find out."

Su An'an poured two into her mouth.

The pill transformed into a warm current that entered the abdomen, and the previously turbulent spiritual energy suddenly became as docile as a cat.

Yin Jiuyao stared at her slightly protruding belly, the tip of his tail curling nervously into a question mark: "Really not throwing up anymore?"

"Hmm!" Su An'an raised an eyebrow smugly, "My alchemy skills are the best cure for all kinds of stubbornness..."

Before the words were even finished, the fetus suddenly burst out with a golden light, blasting a hole in the roof.

Yin Jiuyao: "..."

Su An'an: "It seems the dosage is insufficient."

She poured two more pills into her mouth, then turned and ran into the cleanroom to vomit.

Five days later.

Yin Jiuyao quietly approached Su An'an, his fluffy tail wrapping around her waist as a cushion, while he held three large ceramic jars in his hands.

"The elder said that sucking on a preserved plum can suppress nausea, so I went to the back mountain to pick wild plums and pickled them in honey into three jars."

He presented the earthenware jar as if it were a treasure; the amber-colored preserved plums, soaked in honey, gleamed alluringly.

Su An'an picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sour taste spread along the tip of her tongue, and the churning in her stomach indeed lessened.

"Still feeling unwell?" Yin Jiuyao's golden eyes darkened, and he suddenly remembered the folk remedy the woman from the neighboring village had mentioned:
“They say that smelling the smoke from roasted orange peels is good for you, so I’m going to burn some now.”

Before Su An'an could respond, he had already rushed into the kitchen with a bamboo basket.

Before long, the aroma of smoky cooking wafted from the kitchen, mixed with a faint scent of orange.

Yin Jiuyao ran in holding a burnt orange peel, his tiger paws red from the heat: "Smell it, does it feel better?"

Su An'an was amused by him and was about to say that it worked when her dantian suddenly surged.

A brilliant golden light burst forth from her belly; the baby's movements were like the sound of iron sparks being struck.

"This kid's spiritual power is too strong."

Su An'an rubbed her abdomen helplessly.

This forced her to only wear crop tops, otherwise her clothes would be burned by the brat's spiritual power.

"You can't expose your belly to the wind; it'll be troublesome if you catch a cold."

The next day, Yin Jiuyao brought over a pile of dried mugwort and vines, and personally sat in the courtyard to weave a bellyband.

The tiger claws clumsily tied knots in the thin vines, unraveling them when they made mistakes, and then tying them again, with bits of grass stuck to the tip falling to the ground.

"use this."

He handed over the woven rattan bag, its lining sewn with velvet. "The elder said that mugwort can calm the nerves and is soft."

Su An'an touched the crooked knot on the bag and suddenly felt that it was more heartwarming than any treasure.

With half a month to go before her due date, Yin Jiuyao had already prepared the delivery room in a very professional manner.

He cut the thickest paulownia wood to make the bed frame, and to prevent Su An'an from bumping into it, he specially asked the carpenter to round off the edges.

There was a sun-dried cotton quilt under the bed, and three layers of thick mattresses on top, which felt soft to the touch.

"The physician said to prepare brown sugar and ginger slices."

Yin Jiuyao squatted in the corner, tidying up the cloth bag, which was filled with dried hawthorn slices and pickled cucumbers.

These are all foods that Su An'an loved to eat when she had morning sickness.

The walls are covered with dried lemon slices, and when the wind blows, a faint sour aroma fills the room.

Su An'an leaned against the door and laughed: "Have you turned the delivery room into a general store?"

"in case."

When Yin Jiuyao got up, he knocked over a bamboo basket, and the cotton inside rolled all over the ground: "I also had the guards stand guard outside the courtyard, so that if the spiritual energy goes berserk, they can burn the mugwort in time."

"Medical books say that the smoke from mugwort can ward off evil spirits."

He spoke earnestly, yet the soft hairs behind his ears trembled slightly.

Su An'an walked over and ran her fingertips over the tiny cut on the back of his hand, a scratch from the rattan when he was weaving the rattan basket.

"Don't be nervous." She tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips. "You're here."

Before we knew it, the day of delivery arrived.

　In the previous chapter, An'an and the big cat were eating fruit and sleeping, and An'an was locked up because she was pregnant. We'll release it tomorrow so you can read it then!
　　(End of this chapter)