"If I could escape from the palace, how could a military camp trap me? Mom, the Poison Old Monster will accompany me."
Yang Chuxia remained silent, gently stroking his head. Her eyes were filled with unspoken worry. She was utterly unwilling to let her son take such risks. Prince Le was an unpredictable person. Although he hadnât done anything to Yangyang before, who knew if his mind had changed now?
The next day
Yangyang got up early, dressed in a purple brocade robe, with a gold crown tied to his hair, looking every bit like a noble young master from a wealthy family.
Seeing Yang Chuxia coming over, he quickly ran to hug her waist, "Mom! Are you still angry?"
"What do you think?" She rolled her eyes at him, "You never listen to your mother, and thatâs very upsetting!"
"Mom, I promise this is the last time," Yangyang looked at her eagerly, "From now on, Iâll definitely listen to you. If you want me to go east, I wonât go west."
"You said the same thing when we came to Liao City. And what happened?" Yang Chuxia tugged at his ear. Then she took out her silver thread and wrapped it around his wrist, "Take this with you. The people of Great Qi certainly wonât let you carry weapons."
"Mom, I think you all are overthinking. Have you forgotten about my other identity?" Seeing Yang Chuxiaâs confusion, Yangyang smiled, "Iâm their little prince, Qiyang. Itâs only rumored that I disappeared; no one said I died."
"Pah, donât say things like that," Yang Chuxia held him, "Remember, you must be cautious on this trip. Completing the task is not the key, but protecting yourself is the priority."
"I understand, Mom."
Outside the door, Mu Shaoling was already waiting, "Iâll take him there."
"Are you planning to openly send him over?" Yang Chuxia was taken aback.
"What else? Do it secretly?" Mu Shaoling said, "I suddenly realized, doesnât Yangyang have the name Qiyang in Great Qi? Their little prince returning to the team, and itâs us from Great Zhou sending him over, they should welcome him properly and thank us, right?"
After a pause, Mu Shaoling added, "I suddenly feel that we people of Great Zhou are truly too righteous." Looking at Yang Chuxia, he said, "We didnât even think of using their little prince for negotiation."
Yang Chuxiaâs face changed with that one sentence.
Indeed, Baili Yan didnât think of doing that. Yangyangâs identity was already made public in Great Qi. If he were taken to the front lines, even if it couldnât make Great Qi retreat, it could still disrupt their morale.
"Youâre all overthinking," Yangyang said, "With my identity, he can deny it at any time. Iâm not his biological son; why compare me to his real one and daydream?"
"Well, we adults arenât as clear-minded as a child," Mu Shaoling laughed in relief.
Yang Chuxia also smiled knowingly.
"Of course," Yangyang laughed, "You adults overthink everything."
"Show-off," Mu Shaoling flicked his forehead, seeing his cheerful face.
"Uncle, donât you feel honored to have a son-in-law like me?" Yangyang cheekily asked again.
Such a little rascal, always bringing up son-in-law. How tricky! Mu Shaoling shook his head with a smile, amused.
They mounted the horse, and Mu Shaoling took him to the military camp. Upon arrival, Old Mu dispatched two teams to escort him to the Great Qiâs camp.
The Great Qiâs troops are now stationed outside Ning City.