"Li Ge, are you okay?"

On the fourth day of July, Hua Qingcheng woke up early. While eating in the main hall, she saw Mu Lige retching after just a few bites of food, and she couldn't help but worry.

"Sanlang, show him quickly."

Han Yichen's face darkened slightly when he saw this. He had prescribed a pregnancy-maintaining medicine with Yifucao for Mu Lige when he returned from Pinglan Mountain on the first day of the new year. Logically, there should be no problems for the next month.

Seeing Mu Lige retching uncontrollably, Han Yichen stepped forward to take his pulse. After finding Mu Lige's pulse, he realized that it was just pure morning sickness, and there were no other abnormalities in his body. The fetus was also firmly seated, so Han Yichen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Big brother is fine, but he's having a bad pregnancy reaction and can't eat. Wild bayberries are sour and sweet, and they stimulate the appetite. They can help pregnant men stop vomiting and stimulate their appetite. I'll go pick some later. Now I'll prescribe some medicinal food that will strengthen the stomach and spleen, and have Xiaotian stew it for Big brother."

Considering that excessive mood swings in a pregnant man are not only bad for him but also affect the fetus, Han Yichen didn't tell Mu Lige how difficult it would be for him to get pregnant and give birth given his male constitution. And since medicine is always toxic, he should try to use dietary therapy whenever possible.

"Thank you for your hard work, Li Ge!"

Hua Qingcheng squatted down beside Mu Lige, holding his hand and gently stroking his lower abdomen.

When she first came here, she learned that women didn't have to give birth here, and she was secretly glad that she wouldn't have to endure the pain of pregnancy and childbirth. But now, seeing Mu Lige's slightly pale face and seeing how hard he was going through because of his pregnancy, Hua Qingcheng was filled with guilt and heartache.

"I didn't... Ugh~"

Seeing his young wife worried about him, Mu Lige was about to comfort Hua Qingcheng, but suddenly a wave of nausea rose in his throat, and he began to retch again.

Hua Qingcheng had originally planned to take her husband to visit the shops in Yunshui Town after breakfast, but now seeing Mu Lige looking so uncomfortable, she had to postpone it for a while.

"Li Ge, wait for me at home. I'll go to the mountain to pick some bayberries for you."

When Hua Qingcheng stood up and prepared to leave, Mu Lige grabbed her hand. He was really worried that his wife would run away to the mountains again. If she encountered any ferocious beasts again, he would not be able to help her in time since he was pregnant.

"Qingqing, no... vomit~"

"It's okay, Li Ge. We're not going deep into the mountains. It's not far. I'll be back soon."

Hua Qingcheng let go of Mu Lige's hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

"That's right, Mr. Sun Xifu. I just went up the mountain to pick some bayberries. Don't worry. How could my granddaughter, Hua Mulan, be any worse?"

Seeing Hua Qingcheng so stubborn and Mulan Jin joining in, Mu Lige had no choice but to give up.

Although he didn't know the old man's true identity, Mu Lige was convinced by his insights into leading troops in battle that he must have a more profound background. If he hadn't known that General Feng's husband was deceased, he would have mistaken him for the once-mighty Lieutenant General Mulan Jinmu of the Laifeng Kingdom.

"Okay, then take Xiaobai with you."

This was probably Mu Lige's final compromise. Although this woman might be quite powerful, he felt a little more at ease with Little White Tiger by his side.

"Brother, Xiaobai is still young. Is it okay to bring him up the mountain?"

When Yu Xiaotian heard that Xiaobai was going to go to the mountains, he immediately protected the little white tiger like a rooster protecting his chicks. His wife had taken Xiaobai up the mountain before, and when they came back, the tiger was exhausted.

"Xiaotian, it's because Xiaobai is still young that he needs more exercise."

Han Yichen touched the head of the little white tiger in Yu Xiaotian's arms and smiled charmingly.

In this family, probably only the second brother, Xiaotian, and the old man with reduced intelligence would mistake this little white tiger for a cat. The fact that his wife was able to find him in the mountains so quickly was probably due to this little white tiger.

Finally, Hua Qingcheng carried the bamboo basket containing the little white tiger and went up Pinglan Mountain again under the mixed gazes of everyone.

Hua Qingcheng left the house around 1:00 PM. She remembered that the place where she had picked bayberries was not far from the outer area, and she would be back in less than an hour. She had to hurry and pick bayberries before the sun got too hot.

Hua Qingcheng walked up the mountain road. Thinking of Mu Lige at home who was suffering from morning sickness and couldn't eat, Hua Qingcheng quickened her pace. Soon she passed the outskirts of Pinglan Mountain and entered the deep mountains.

The morning sun was warm and gentle, the forest was dappled with light and shadow, cicadas chirped, and birds flew. Hua Qingcheng had easily gathered a lot of bayberries, and the ones that didn't fit in she simply put them into the space.

Just as Hua Qingcheng was about to go back, Xiaobai, who was playing nearby, bit the corner of Hua Qingcheng's clothes and tried to drag her into the woods.

"Xiaobai, did you find anything?"

After receiving the response, the little white tiger immediately let go of the corner of Hua Qingcheng's clothes, limped and ran happily in front to lead the way, and Hua Qingcheng also hurriedly strode to catch up.

As she walked, Hua Qingcheng vaguely heard the "clattering" sound of hooves stepping on the ground and the "hissing" sound coming from not far away.

Is this... a horse?

Hua Qingcheng followed the little white tiger through the forest, following the sound. Soon, she saw a tall, silver-bodied horse with a golden mane, gleaming silver and gold in the sunlight. The horse held its head high, treading through the dappled shadows of the trees, its hooves churning, its long mane flying, as it trotted toward her, clattering and clattering, stopping obediently only when it reached her.

Is this...a Mustang?

But why is he so obedient?

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