I Got Cheated On and Ended Up in A Beast World

"I don’t think anyone believes you are that fragile, My Lady. We have all seen your spirit."

"You certainly act like it."

"I didn’t say that."

"You didn’t have to," she countered, a faint, amused smirk touching the corner of her lips. "Your hand hasn’t left the hilt of your sword since dawn."

The captain lowered his head slightly, acknowledging the hit with a faint nod.

"Forgive me if my watchfulness causes you distress."

Lin Wan’s smirk faded into a warm, gentle smile.

"I’m not angry with you, Ronan. Not at all." She looked out toward the quiet corridor, where two more guards stood as rigid as statues against the stone walls. "I just need you to tell everyone to take a deep breath and relax a little. The tension in this wing is thick enough to cut with a blade."

Ronan nodded dutifully.

"I will pass your words along to the guard rotation. Though I make no promises they will listen."

"Good enough."

He bowed politely and turned to continue his patrol down the quiet hallway.

"Ronan."

He paused instantly, turning back with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"Thank you," she said, her voice genuine and quiet. "For taking such good care of us."

The captain’s stern features softened completely, a rare warmth gracing his eyes.

"It is my highest honor, My Lady."

He turned and walked away, his steps remarkably quiet on the padded floor mats.

Lin Wan leaned her head back against the carved frame of her seat, closing her eyes for a brief moment to listen to the soft whistling of the mountain wind against the glass panes.

A moment later, the rustle of heavy silk announced Sister Yun’s return. The older woman stepped through the doorway carrying a small porcelain cup, from which thin wisps of fragrant steam were rising.

"You frightened the poor captain," Sister Yun remarked casually, pulling a small wooden stool closer to Lin Wan’s seat.

"I did no such thing. I only asked him a perfectly reasonable question."

"You stared at him with that sharp look of yours," Sister Yun countered smoothly, setting the cup down on the wooden table. "The man survived three front-line campaigns against the northern tribes, yet he looked ready to surrender to a pregnant woman with an apple."

"I was curious," Lin Wan defended herself, though a small smile betrayed her.

"You were picking a fight because you are bored of sitting still." Sister Yun pointed a firm finger toward the steaming cup. "Drink your warm jujube tea before it cools. It will help with your circulation."

Lin Wan picked up the fine porcelain cup, holding it in both hands to let the heat soak into her palms.

"Everyone keeps ordering me around today. Drink this, sit there, don’t walk too fast, don’t stand too long."

"Because you actually listen when I order you around," Sister Yun replied without missing a beat, adjusting her dark outer sleeves.

"That’s only because you are terrifying when you get angry."

Sister Yun let out a bright, clear laugh that filled the quiet room.

"Ah, so you’ve finally admitted it after all these months."

Lin Wan smiled softly, taking a cautious sip of the sweet, warm tea. The liquid washed down her throat, spreading a comforting warmth through her chest. But as she set the cup back onto its porcelain saucer, the faint smile slowly drained from her face.

A strange, unfamiliar sensation rippled through her core. It wasn’t sharp, nor was it particularly painful, but it was heavy and deep, like a low stone shifting in deep water.

She placed her empty cup down with a faint clatter.

"Sister Yun."

The older woman caught the subtle shift in her voice instantly. Her laughter vanished, replaced by an intense, razor-sharp focus.

"Yes, My Lady? What is it?"

"My stomach... it feels strange."

Sister Yun stood up immediately, stepping closer to place a cool hand against Lin Wan’s forehead before gently resting her other hand over Lin Wan’s midsection.

"What kind of strange? Be precise."

Lin Wan thought carefully, analyzing the feeling as it slowly ebbed away, leaving behind a dull, lingering ache in her lower back.

"It feels heavy. Like a weight pulling downward."

"Are you in pain?"

"Not exactly pain. Not yet."

"Cramping? Tightness across your lower stomach?"

"A little," Lin Wan admitted softly, her fingers tightening around her silk robes. "It tightened up for a few seconds, then eased off."

Sister Yun stood up straight, her decision made instantly.

"Stay right where you are. Do not stand up."

Lin Wan raised an eyebrow, looking toward the door.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"To fetch Physician Alaric and his team."

Lin Wan let out a long groan, leaning her head back.

"Again? He was just here four hours ago!"

"And he will be here again now," Sister Yun said firmly, already smoothing her skirts as she headed for the door.

"I knew you were going to overreact," Lin Wan called after her with a small sigh.

Sister Yun completely ignored her complaint, stepping swiftly out into the corridor and barking a low, urgent command to the nearest guard.

Left alone in the quiet room, Lin Wan looked down at her large, rounded stomach. For a moment, everything was completely still. Then, deep beneath her hands, a slow, gentle shift occurred. One baby rolled slowly, followed by a light, rhythmic flutter from the second, and a soft kick near her ribs from the third.

She placed both palms flat over her stomach, feeling the incredible warmth radiating from within.

"Are you three trying to scare everyone in this palace on purpose?" she whispered softly into the empty room.

A small, distinct kick answered her right against her left palm, as if in direct response to her voice.

Lin Wan laughed softly, a mixture of awe and nervous affection touching her heart.

"Don’t you start taking Sister Yun’s side already. We’re supposed to be a team."

The quiet conversation was interrupted as the heavy wooden doors swung open wider. Sister Yun returned, and behind her walked Physician Alaric, accompanied by his two top assistants, Physician Nessa and Physician Liora. All three carried specialized wooden medicine chests and rolled leather cases of acupuncture needles.

Lin Wan stared at the small parade of medical authority filing into her sitting room.

"All three of you?" she asked, exasperated. "Is a full medical council really necessary for a simple cramp?"

Alaric offered a calm, reassuring smile, his long gray beard swaying slightly as he bowed.

"We happened to be in the adjoining wing preparing the herb tonics, My Lady."

"You were waiting right outside my door, weren’t you?" she accused playfully, narrowing her dark eyes.

"Perhaps," the old physician admitted smoothly, setting his heavy bag on a nearby table. "A good physician stays where he is most likely to be needed."

"You knew something," Lin Wan said, her tone dropping into something more serious. She looked at all three of them. "You’ve been hovering around this wing all morning."

"We knew your time was approaching very close," Alaric said gently. He signaled to Nessa and Liora. "If you will allow us, My Lady, let us examine you first before we make any grand declarations."

Lin Wan reluctantly nodded, allowing Sister Yun to help her shift into a more comfortable reclining position on the padded daybed.

The room fell into a quiet, practiced routine. Physician Nessa stepped forward first, placing three fingers over Lin Wan’s wrist to read her deep pulse points. She closed her eyes, concentrating deeply as she counted the rapid beats. Physician Liora knelt beside the bed, lightly placing her palms near Lin Wan’s temples and lower chest, circulating a faint, shimmering thread of green spiritual energy through her body to assess her internal organ balance and energy channels.

Alaric himself knelt beside her, placing his hands gently over her stomach. He closed his eyes, listening not just with his ears, but with his cultivated senses, feeling the triple pulse of life beating strongly within her womb.

The entire process lasted several quiet, tense minutes. The only sound in the room was the steady ticking of a water clock in the corner and the distant rustle of leaves outside.

Finally, Alaric opened his eyes and slowly withdrew his hands. He stood up, wiping his palms on a clean white cloth offered by Liora.

Lin Wan didn’t wait for him to speak first.

"Well? What is it?"

Alaric smiled, a look of profound relief and quiet awe in his weathered eyes.

"First and most importantly: all three babies are remarkably healthy and strong."

"I know that," Lin Wan said, her heart beating a little faster. "I can feel them kicking me. What’s the ’but’?"

"There is no ’but’ of tragedy, My Lady," Alaric said, though his tone became increasingly grave. "However, their internal spiritual energy has spiked significantly over the last two hours. The thin threads of ambient energy in this room are naturally drawing toward your body, feeding into them."

Lin Wan blinked, looking down at her lap.

"What does that mean? Is their energy harming them?"

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