Yang Chuxia instinctively held him tighter, silently cursing this mischievous child. Why did he have to speak up now? In hindsight, she regretted allowing him to come along.
However, what Yang Chuxia did not expect was that the first person to oppose was the least likely.
"No! Absolutely not!" Baili Yan shook his head. "This is an adult matter. How can we let a child do something so dangerous? Besides, if something were to happen, how would I explain it to your father?"
Old Mu also shook his head. "Indeed, if we let a child go, who knows how Great Qi would ridicule us. There must be other solutions."
Mu Shaoling remained silent, but in his heart, he felt that letting Yangyang go was probably the most suitable and easiest choice.
But this was something he absolutely couldnât say.
Just then, someone reported from outside that Great Qiâs army had already left Liang City and was headed toward Yunchuan.
Meanwhile, the Great Qi army at Peng City was moving in the direction of Liangchuan Prefecture.
This was awkward, with the gate guards still stationed at the second gate while the enemy had already bypassed them into the house.
"These fools!" Baili Yan cursed.
"Your Majesty, please donât worry," Old Mu explained. "Yan Shuo, the commander of the stationed troops in Yunchuan, is known as the General of Hell. Years ago, when he was stationed in the north, not a single northern nomadic ethnic group dared to invade Great Zhou. Four years ago, Prince Ning and Prince Fu both attempted to win him over, but Yan Shuo was too straightforward, lacking tact, and not only refused them both outright but also wrote them scathing letters. Later, he was falsely accused by Prince Fu of embezzling military funds and demoted from a first-rank general to a third-rank assistant general, tasked with defending Yunchuan."
"Thatâs excellent!" Baili Yan said. "Hmph, none of my brothers can see the bigger picture. Theyâve disheartened such a good commander. If not for that, how would those nomadic tribes dare to invade initially?"
"As for Liangchuan Prefecture, itâs closer to the south," Old Mu noted. "Linhao is currently stationed in the south and should be monitoring the battle conditions at all times. If something happens in Liangchuan Prefecture, he can deploy forces to support."
"As long as we keep Baili Han occupied, the Great Qi army isnât under his command, and without those corpse soldiers, it will be hard for them to defeat Yan Shuo in Yunchuan. The commander in Liangchuan Prefecture isnât incapable either," Old Mu analyzed. "The most critical issue now is how to deal with Baili Hanâs corpse soldiers."
"Granduncle, Iâll go!" Before Old Mu and the others could speak, Yangyang chimed in. "Unless you have a better plan?"
Feeling Yang Chuxiaâs entire body exuding coldness, Yangyang held his motherâs hand, "Mother, donât worry about me. He wonât kill me. Iâll give it a try. If it works, great. If not, we can think of another way."
"Why are you so sure he wonât kill you?" Baili Yan curiously asked him.
"If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already. Why wait until now?"
That Prince Le clearly liked him and even wanted him as a son. Why would he kill him?
"But youâre going to drug him this time."
"Is it poison?" Yangyang asked.
"No, itâs medicine for healing." Yangyang blinked his eyes. "It wonât kill him, so why would he want to kill me?"
Baili Yan had nothing more to say and looked lightly at Yang Chuxia.
Yang Chuxia understood that he was waiting for her to speak, but she couldnât bring herself to say anything. This was her son, and she wasnât willing to risk even the slightest danger.
"Itâs decided then!" Yangyang hugged Yang Chuxia. "Mother, donât worry. I wonât be reckless. I will protect myself, and if worse comes to worst, I can always run."