The more Qi Qiuxin thought about it, the more resentment she felt, but she dared not make a fuss. If she truly annoyed her Imperial Brother and he decided not to care for her anymore, what would she do in this strange land of Dongchu Country?
Chen Prince Mansion.
Yang Mengchen stood by the window, her fair hand gently stroking the feathers of a bird, which—if Qi Qiuxin were there—she would definitely recognize as the same one she had seen that morning.
The bird allowed Yang Mengchen to stroke it tenderly, chirping cheerily from time to time.
Yang Mengchen took out a small pill and held it to the bird’s beak, "You’ve done a great deed today, this is your reward."
After gulping down the pill, the bird affectionately nuzzled its head against the palm of Yang Mengchen and fluttered its wings, appearing to be very happy.
"Go play now."
With a few joyful chirps, the bird spread its wings high into the sky and soon became a small dot.
Approaching his beloved wife from behind and wrapping his arms around her waist, Long Xuanmo buried his head in her neck, which exuded a faint and refreshing fragrance. His voice was husky and captivating, "Ah Jiu, I want to have a child, a child that shares our blood. Would you like that?"
"Yes!" Yang Mengchen smiled and nodded, "But you’ve just stopped taking the medicine, so we must wait until next month at the earliest to have a child, otherwise it might affect the baby."
Bending over to lift his beloved wife, Long Xuanmo strode to the bed, gently placed his wife upon it, then leaned over her, "I will listen to everything Ah Jiu says!" he declared, capturing her tender and sweet lips accurately and without error.
A room filled with intimate charm.
The next day, Qi Zonghao presented his resignation letter to the Emperor, and both Xiahou Muyang and Wu Zhenglie, having completed what they needed to do, also turned in their resignation letters, with the envoys from the three countries each setting off on their journey home.
However, Meng Jingqi and the others stayed behind, claiming that they were there to celebrate Yang Zongrun’s full month, but in reality, they were uneased about Yang Mengchen’s situation. They had seen Qi Zonghao’s determination to possess her, and knowing Qi Zonghao’s sinister and cunning nature, they were worried he might return for a revenge attack.
Yang Mengchen was touched by their concern and visited the Commandery Princess Mansion or invited them to the Prince Mansion whenever she had the time. The two establishments were separated by just a small alley. She sealed off the end of the alley and opened a side door, making it very convenient to travel between the two residences.
On the eighth day of the sixth month, the Emperor began dealing with Prince Duan, Duke of Wuguo, and their parties, who conspired against the throne, as well as the dregs of the previous dynasty.
The officials who had been colluding secretly with the Duke of Wuguo or the remnants of the former dynasty, whether before or after the Emperor’s birthday, could not escape when they sensed something amiss. Suddenly, Imperial Court troops emerged from all around their residences, making it impossible for them to fly away, leaving them only to the mercy of law enforcement.
This time the Emperor showed no mercy. Everyone involved in the treasonous plot was dealt with: those to be executed were executed, those to be dismissed from their posts were dismissed, and those to be exiled were exiled. Even newly born infants were not spared. The entire realm underwent a thorough purge.
Many people, including some noble aristocratic families in The Capital, plummeted from the pinnacle of society to the depths of disgrace. A storm of bloodshed erupted; countless people died during this turmoil, and many prominent noble families vanished in the blink of an eye.
Of course, all these people and events had nothing to do with Yang Mengchen.
On the twelfth day of the sixth month, Long Xuanmo managed to persuade the Emperor, who then agreed to let Chu Dieyi travel to the frontier to reunite with Shao Mingyi, but only for a half-year holiday. The Emperor was still waiting for Chu Dieyi to design new weaponry.
Chu Dieyi packed her bags that very day and bid farewell to Yang Mengchen, heading for the frontier.
On the fourteenth day of the sixth month, the elders from the Yang family arrived in The Capital. Upon hearing of several joyful events, especially the glory Yang Mengchen had won for Dongchu, Grandpa Yang couldn’t contain his joy.
Yang Chaowu was well aware of his father’s temper and did not dare show off in front of him. Those who knew the inside story, like Yang Chaoyi and the rest, chuckled secretly.
On the fifteenth day of the sixth month, the day of Yang Zongrun’s full month celebration, the Yang family was naturally low-profile. Moreover, with The Capital just emerging from the purge, they kept the event subdued.
"Princess, this is the letter from the second young master that just arrived," Hai Tang handed the letter to Yang Mengchen. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Upon opening it, Yang Mengchen looked up at the ladies and smiled, "My second brother wrote to say that his wife is over a month pregnant."
The ladies were stunned, then proceeded to congratulate the Yang family women.
The women of the Yang family were overjoyed, especially Liu Xiuyun and Lady Ye, who, happy beyond words, muttered prayers of thanks to Buddha and secretly planned what nourishing gifts they should prepare for their daughter-in-law (daughter) and so on.
While everyone was in high spirits, Lu Ningshuang, seated to one side, suddenly started to retch, prompting everyone to turn their eyes towards her.
Lu Ningshuang apologized, her face tinted with a blush.
She didn’t know what was the matter but felt a sense of unease in her heart and yet could not bring herself to leave. In the end, unable to bear it, she covered her mouth and retched.
Yang Mengchen had already risen and walked over to Lu Ningshuang, took her hand to feel her pulse, and then smiled slightly, "Sister-in-law Six, you are with child."
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