Chapter 1297 - 1297 1297 The War Begins (3)

1297: Chapter 1297: The War Begins (3) 1297: Chapter 1297: The War Begins (3) The news that Wang Hehua had given birth to twin sons quickly spread through the nearby villages.

It was a big deal, because there had not been twins in the surrounding villages for many years, let alone a pair of sons.

Of course, the bigger reason was that Wang Hehua had not had a son for so many years, and she had been branded as “barren” behind her back for so long.

Now, not so young anymore, she finally had sons, and not just one but two, which totally allowed her to hold her head high; hence, from the second day on, people started visiting one after another…

However, because the babies were premature and particularly weak at the moment, it was Xiaoxiang who received the visitors.

Of course, Wang Hehua’s maternal family also came, so they managed to handle everything.

Yang Ruxin hadn’t used telekinesis for many days.

Although she had become much stronger, this time she had overexerted herself during the proper childbirth, so as soon as she confirmed Aunt Hehua and the babies were fine, she became somewhat unsustainable.

Eventually, she was carried back by Gu Qingheng and only after a good sleep did she recover.

“Awake?” As soon as she opened her eyes, Gu Qingheng’s handsome face drew close, “How do you feel?

Hungry?”

Yang Ruxin glanced out of the window and noticed it had already grown dark.

She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, “Hungry…”

“Wait here.” Gu Qingheng leaned down and kissed Yang Ruxin’s forehead, “I’ll get you something to eat.”

“Eat you.” Yang Ruxin pouted.

“I wish you would, my wife.” Gu Qingheng passionately kissed Yang Ruxin and then released her, “But is that possible?

Can we?”

Yang Ruxin had an innocent expression on her face; she was helpless.

“You’re killing me.” Gu Qingheng hugged Yang Ruxin tightly, almost as if he wished to merge her into his own body.

“You think I’m not tortured?” Yang Ruxin mumbled, “It’s because I’m still young.”

“Hehe…” Gu Qingheng couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Yes, I married a young wife, and now I have to hold back…”

“Enough, let’s go out to eat.” Yang Ruxin sighed.

There should be no more teasing, for a real fire might break out and she would be the one to suffer again.

Suddenly recalling something, she said, “Right, what about Xie Tai?”

“He left.” Gu Qingheng smiled, “He met Li Xiang, and though they didn’t communicate much, the impression seemed good…”

“Then we should find a time to ask.” Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrows slightly, “Maybe…”

“Xinxin.” Gu Qingheng hesitated for a moment.

“Is there something wrong?” Yang Ruxin frowned involuntarily.

Prince Eight has sent me news that due to last year’s heavy snow and cold, the grass on the plains hasn’t turned green yet this spring…” Gu Qingheng sighed, “Previous to this, Yuan Country had already been causing trouble at our nation’s border, and at the beginning of this month, they officially declared war on us…” He paused, “Actually, it’s not just Yuan Country; the situation in the Mogul Kingdom to the northwest is similar…”

Yang Ruxin frowned; she knew that Yuan Country was actually Mongolia, while Mogul Kingdom was what would later be known as India.

“When do you leave?” Yang Ruxin let out a breath, the day she least looked forward to had finally arrived.

“The Crown Prince himself is leading the campaign this time, having appointed General Zhou as the Vanguard Officer…” Gu Qingheng stroked Yang Ruxin’s face, “I will follow with the supply of grain and fodder…”

“Supply transport?” Yang Ruxin frowned slightly, “Isn’t it said ‘before the soldiers move, the grain and fodder go ahead’?

How is it that…”