"Yes, youâre about to have a little brother or sister soon," Yang Chuxia said with a smile.
"Oh," Yangyang said, resting his chin on his hand, "A little sister would be cuter." Then he paused and added, "But in our family, Yueyue is an exception. Itâs like she and Qingqing switched places."
In comparison, Qingqing is much more obedient, softly calling brother, just like a real girl. That Yueyue is just too haughty.
Yang Dongxue smiled. Whether itâs a boy or girl is not her concern right now. Sheâs more concerned about what was really going on with this child.
"Third sister, I want to see him. Can you help me?"
"Itâs not that I donât want to help you, but you should remember what he said that day," Yang Chuxia frowned, "If things get physical, you and the child might get hurt."
"That doesnât matter," Yang Dongxue said with a determined look. "I have to find out the truth. There must be a problem here. I canât let the child be unclear and I wonât live in confusion either."
"What do you plan to do?"
"Third sister, could you help me ask Divine Doctor Mu to intervene and check if this is really about the child?" Yang Dongxue said coldly, "I want to clear my name."
"Itâs easy to ask Divine Doctor Mu to step in, but itâs uncertain if he will cooperate."
Yang Chuxia thought it wasnât easy to handle this matter. Prince Le certainly wouldnât want his scandal to be publicized.
Having Mu Shaoling intervene would mean Mu Shaoling knows about it, and Prince Le might not be able to handle that embarrassment.
"Canât it be done privately, without him knowing?"
"That might not be easy." Prince Le is usually hard to approach by most people.
Getting him diagnosed without drawing his attention is unlikely.
"What should I do then?" Yang Dongxue grew anxious, "Third sister, you have to help me!"
Yang Chuxia thought for a moment and said, "Hereâs what we do: donât worry just yet. Focus on taking care of yourself for now. After the peace talks, weâll deal with this. Bringing it up before the talks might anger him, and he could cancel the negotiations."
"Alright then."
Yang Dongxue nodded.
"Enough about that for now. Letâs eat," Yang Chuxia served her some soup, "No matter what, the child must not go hungry."
"Yes, I understand."
The peace talks were being prepared by Baili Yan and his team. Ideally, a civil official from the court would represent in such matters, but they were all in the Capital City, and it was too late to bring anyone over, so Baili Yan had to prepare it himself.
The current situation is already better than he had anticipated. As for his loss in the contest, initially, he felt embarrassed, but then he remembered as the Emperor, he should be capable of handling gains and losses without fuss. Therefore, he decided to let it go.
A few days later, at the city wall of Mo City, representatives from Great Qi and Great Zhou occupied each side, negotiating for peace.
On this day, neither Emperor attended, represented instead by General Zha and Old Mu.
Both were rather rough characters with bad tempers. Great Qi demanded land cession, compensation, and annual tributes, almost asking Great Zhou to bow down.
Old Mu naturally wouldnât agree, so on the first day of peace talks, the two representatives ended up in a fight on the city wall.
"Oh my gosh!" Yang Chuxia was speechless. Is this a sincere approach to peace talks? How could they let two military men handle this?
For the first time, she thought, the minds in the Baili Family werenât very sharp.