Chapter 143 As long as I want, this child can only be a boy
"Mother, we are in our own house, just having a meal, who can find fault with us? Even if my daughter sings a song to accompany us, no one can come to our house to meddle in our affairs."
Liu Mingyue felt dizzy, and she had never felt so happy. She achieved her goals step by step, and made those who owed her pay the price. She was very happy.
As for Tan Zhuoyan's death, it was not a national mourning. No one could do anything about her drinking at home or having fun in a bar.
The next day, Liu Mingyue went to find Bai Ziyu, intending to have another round of drinking with him. When she opened the gate, she did not see Bai Ziyu busy in the yard, but she could smell a faint smell of alcohol.
Liu Mingyue followed the smell of alcohol to the bedroom, and saw Bai Ziyu lying drunk on a low couch with a jar of wine in his arms, and not yet sober.
The fire in the stove in the room had gone out and the room was chilly. Liu Mingyue hurriedly helped Bai Ziyu back to the bed, covered him with a quilt and then relit the fire in the stove.
"Why did your only son get drunk? Isn't Doctor Bai the one who takes the most care of himself and never gets sick, and never does things that can easily make himself sick? If I hadn't come today, you would have caught a cold."
While lighting the fire, Liu Mingyue looked around to see where the tea bowls and teapots were placed.
"I regret it." The person on the bed opened his eyes at some point, and it was unknown whether he was awake or not, and he murmured.
Liu Mingyue found the teapot, changed the tea in it, refilled it with tea leaves, and put the teapot on the stove to boil: "What are you regretting?"
"I regret letting Tan Zhuoyan die in Koucheng." Bai Ziyu sat up and looked at Liu Mingyue with burning eyes. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were red. Because the alcohol had not yet dissipated, his cheeks were flushed and he no longer looked like an immortal.
Liu Mingyue had no intention of caring about his expression at the moment. She swallowed her saliva and asked in confusion, "What?"
"Killing him is a different way, but his death on the battlefield would affect the lives of innocent soldiers." Bai Ziyu stood up shakily and asked Zhu Ji, "Do you know how many people died in the Battle of Koucheng?"
This question was like a wake-up call. Liu Mingyue stood still. At that moment, she understood what Bai Ziyu meant by regret.
"You and I are both in the capital, and have never been to the border. We don't know how brutal the bandits in Koucheng are. Two thousand nine hundred soldiers went and never returned. It's our fault."
After saying this, Bai Ziyu weakly sat down on the edge of the bed. The two of them confronted each other in silence, each with different thoughts.
Only when the tea on the stove boiled did Liu Mingyue pick up the teapot and pour a cup of tea on the table.
"This matter is not your fault, it's mine." After saying this, Liu Mingyue turned and left.
The Dingbei Marquis' Mansion was in mourning over Tan Zhuoyan's death. The Marquis and his wife were heartbroken about their son's death in battle. After the grief, they also learned that Zhou Baili was pregnant with Tan Zhuoyan's last blood, and they took her very seriously.
That night.
After burning incense in front of Tan Zhuoyan's spirit, the Marquis came to the Marquis's wife's room.
After the death of their legitimate son, the estranged couple became closer than before and would discuss everything together.
"Marquis?" The Marquis's wife was originally preparing to rest. The mansion has been busy lately, and as the mistress, she cannot fall ill.
Although the Marquis' wife was grieved by her son's death, she still managed to get by by resting and eating regularly.
The Marquis sat down wearily, leaning on the official hat chair: "All of you go down, I have something to say to my wife."
The servants left silently after hearing this. After the door was closed, the Marquis' wife asked in confusion, "What's the matter, Marquis?"
"Madam, Yan'er died in the war, and now there is no one to inherit the title of Marquis. If the child in Aunt Zhou's belly is a boy, he can be made the prince and cultivated well. If it is a girl, I would like to discuss it with Madam..."
The Marquis hesitated for a moment, but continued: "If Madam Zhou doesn't give birth to a son, please ask Madam to pick one of the illegitimate sons who suits your eyes and register him under your name. I won't appoint one, it's all up to Madam's preference, only then will someone inherit the title."
The reason why the Marquis and his wife have been estranged over the years is that his wife has few children.
He also knew that it would be difficult for the Marquis's wife to choose a concubine's son to inherit the title so soon after the legitimate son died, but he had to do so for the future of the Marquis's Mansion.
The Marquis's wife remained silent for a long time, and the Marquis had no choice but to say, "I know you don't want to do it, but there is no one to inherit the title. After you and I live for a hundred years, the fate of the Marquis's Mansion will end here and there will be no one to take over."
The laws of this dynasty stipulate that the title can only be inherited by the legitimate son, but there is no requirement that the legitimate son must be born to the principal wife. If he is registered under the name of the principal wife, he is also considered a legitimate son.
"What are you talking about, Lord? I am not unreasonable. Things are different now. I will seriously consider this matter. If Concubine Zhou cannot give birth to a baby boy in the future, I will choose a concubine's son and register him in my name."
The Marquis's wife spoke calmly, without showing any resentment or dissatisfaction, and the Marquis finally felt relieved.
"I feel relieved that Madam is so sensible. Someone still needs to keep watch at the mourning hall, so Madam, have a good rest." The Marquis held Madam's hand and patted it, and let go after a long time.
After sending the Marquis out of the house, the Marquis's wife returned to the house and snorted when she saw the cup of tea that the Marquis had used on the table. She didn't like any of the sons born to those bitches in the West Courtyard, and she was absolutely unwilling to adopt a bastard.
It would be fine if she could just hold the newborn baby in her arms and raise him, and the child would at least truly regard her as his mother.
But now, the several illegitimate sons of the Marquis's Mansion are all about to reach the age of dancing elephants. They have been raised by their biological mother since childhood. How can they truly recognize her as their mother? I am afraid that they will not only take the title of legitimate son, but also repay kindness with hatred.
Since ancient times, if one wanted to raise a concubine's son under the name of the principal wife, most of the time the mother had to be killed and the son kept. However, when the concubine's son grew up, it was too late to do so, and it would backfire and make the concubine hate him.
Even if she didn't hate him, the marquis's wife didn't think that the illegitimate son would be filial to her since he was registered as her name at this time.
"Whether Aunt Zhou's baby is a boy or a girl is of vital importance. If she really can't give birth to a boy, I will have to raise a bastard under my name." The Marquis's wife supported her forehead with her hand, no longer sleepy.
"The Marquis actually wants you to raise a bastard?" The nanny who followed him into the room to serve asked in surprise.
Although the Marquis's wife was unwilling to raise a concubine's son, she also knew that the Marquis had no selfish motives in this matter: "This is also a helpless move. I have few children and only have Yan'er as a child. Unfortunately..."
At this point, Mrs. Hou could only pray that Zhou Baili gave birth to a son so that he could feel at ease.
Mother Duan rolled her eyes and came up with an idea: "Since Madam hopes that Concubine Zhou's baby is a boy, then this child must be a boy no matter how it is born."
The hint in the nanny's words was obscure, but the marquis's wife understood it immediately.
Madam Hou raised her eyes to look at Mother Duan, a shrewd look flashed in her eyes: "You reminded me that as long as I want, this child can only be a boy."
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