Chapter 2257 - 2259: Looks More Like Playing House Than a Duel

Yangyang’s decision to keep his actions hidden was the right one.

The imperial family is ruthless, who knows when Baili Yan might remember this matter and cause trouble for Yangyang? And even if Baili Yan doesn’t muddle things up, what about his son? If there’s retrospective punishment, it will be troublesome.

"Only your father and I need to know about you recognizing Prince Le as your godfather," Yang Chuxia patted his little head, "Don’t tell anyone else, be wary of others."

"I got it, mom. But mother, will recognizing Prince Le as my godfather make my handsome father angry?" Yangyang fretted, worried that his handsome father might not care for him because of this.

"Your father," Yang Chuxia chuckled, "might feel a bit upset, but he won’t be angry. You did it for the greater good; your father will be proud of you."

"That’s good." Yangyang touched his lips with his small hand, "I’m just afraid my handsome dad won’t love me anymore; if that happens, I’d be very sad."

"How could that be? Your father has always loved you most."

"That’s not true." Yangyang snorted, "Mom, don’t fool me. My handsome father loves mom most, then Yueyue, and only then me, brother, and Qingqing."

Alright, Yang Chuxia had nothing to say.

Baili Yan’s suspicion was right; after Yangyang delivered a letter to Prince Le, within two days, another letter arrived from Great Qi’s military. Calling it a letter is an understatement; it was more of a war challenge, complete with time and place chosen.

As things stand, Baili Yan had no choice but to go.

"Yangyang!" Old Mu sought Yangyang two days before the competition.

"Granduncle, are you looking for me?" Yangyang jumped forward and took Old Mu’s hand.

"Yangyang, be honest with granduncle, do you have any more of that medicine?" Old Mu thought Baili Yan’s martial skills weren’t exceptional, definitely inferior to Prince Le’s.

If they had Yangyang’s medicine, even if he wouldn’t win, he wouldn’t lose too badly.

"Granduncle, the one you have is the last pill." Yangyang blinked his big eyes, honestly saying, "Also, those without inner strength cannot take this medicine. Did cousin not practice internal martial arts?"

"Is that so?" Old Mu was taken aback, a bit disappointed, "Then forget about it."

"Granduncle, we should trust cousin; he’ll definitely manage."

He raised a little fist in victory, his adorable look made Old Mu burst into laughter.

"Yes, you’re right."

Three days later

Both Great Qi and Great Zhou armies shifted to Linhe.

Soldiers from both nations knew that the Grand Emperor of Great Qi and the Emperor of Great Zhou were about to engage in a life-and-death duel.

The soldiers of Great Qi didn’t really regard the Emperor of Great Zhou; they had witnessed the fierce corpse army of the Grand Emperor.

On the other hand, Great Zhou had suffered continuous defeats in recent wars; at this rate, they might even reach Capital City.

In their view, there was no need for a decisive battle with Great Zhou.

Baili Yan had already arrived, riding a tall horse in armor, followed by Old Mu and the defending generals.

Yang Chuxia did not come along, as it’s inappropriate for women to appear in such formal occasions, but Yangyang insisted on watching, so she took Yangyang to a small hill upstream of Linhe, with Poison Old Monster and Mu Shaoling accompanying her.

Meanwhile, on Baili Han’s side, General Zha and others followed, but Baili Han himself looked particularly obnoxious.

He had come in an open-top carriage, with a table on it, adorned with food and drinks, looking less like he was coming for a duel and more for a picnic.