Lu Yuan felt like he was at his limit.
For the past two days, Aunt Song had been clinging to him, and Lu Yuan was about to break.
Her coming over every day wasn’t the problem.
But who in their right mind cos over and stays up the entire night?
Lu Yuan felt like he’d been a stud horse kept for breeding for the past three days.
He’d sleep soundly all day, only for Aunt Song to frantically feed him a pile of tonics at night that she’d procured from who-knows-where.
Lu Yuan was baffled. It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with his body.
’Why is she feeding all this stuff?’
Besides, no amount of tonics could possibly be better than a good night’s sleep!
He really couldn’t take it anymore.
Just then, Zhao Qiao’Er ca out of the north room, pulled Lu Yuan into her arms, and shouted toward the south room:
"That’s about enough out of you!
Who does it all night, every night? What’s the big rush?!"
Zhao Qiao’Er had heard them for the past few days but hadn’t interfered.
She truly felt for her poor sister, who was cursed with a bitter fate.
After all this ti, she still couldn’t conceive.
That’s why Zhao Qiao’Er hadn’t said anything about the commotion of the last few days.
But for it to be happening again on the fourth day...
Zhao Qiao’Er’s heart ached for him.
Su Liyan also ca out of the north room and said:
"That’s right, Aunt Song. Didn’t Lu Yuan say that conditioning your body for half a year would be enough?
Rushing things now won’t work."
Su Liyan’s heart also ached for her man. For the past few days, she had been too embarrassed to say anything, knowing how sensitive the matter was for Aunt Song.
But it couldn’t go on like this.
Who eats dinner, gets into bed at seven or eight, and then goes at it until dawn?
Just then, hearing the commotion, Song iqin poked her head out from behind the curtain of the south room, pouting as she said:
"But I am in a hurry..."
Hearing Song iqin’s words, Zhao Qiao’Er’s eyes widened.
"You can’t just ss around blindly, even if you are in a hurry!
Who does things like this?!"
Lu Yuan nodded repeatedly.
"That’s right, Aunt Song. Once your body is properly conditioned, it’ll only take one ti.
Even though you have a bit of a chance now after taking the dicine, it’s still a small one.
It’s better to wait until you’re fully conditioned before we try again."
At that, Aunt Song covered her face, blushing as she said shyly:
"It’s... not entirely about that..."
After Aunt Song said this, Zhao Qiao’Er froze for a mont before she couldn’t help but let out a mock scoff.
"Pah!
So you’re just doing it for fun now, is that it?!
You hussy!
I fell right into your trap!
Now turn off the lights and go to sleep!"
......
While Lu Yuan’s ho was bustling with activity...
「Yandu. The study of Prince Yan’s Mansion.」
King Yan was reading in his study.
Just then, Princess Consort Xu ca in with a bowl of soup.
"Where has that boy Gao Xu run off to? I haven’t seen him at all these past few days."
Taking the soup, King Yan looked up at Princess Consort Xu and asked curiously.
King Yan had been keeping a close eye on recent events.
This was the first ti he had delegated such a major task to his second son.
To be honest, he was still a little worried.
However, to King Yan’s surprise, the results were unexpectedly good.
He had just returned from a trip outside the city today.
And he truly hadn’t seen any refugees in Yandu.
The refugees were all south of the city now, building factories.
His son had actually managed to settle all the refugees.
However, that in itself wasn’t much of an accomplishnt.
After all, what did it really entail?
It was nothing more than gathering people, giving them a place, and building so housing.
The money and grain used were all from the Prince’s Mansion.
The important part was what ca next.
If things continued like this, the Prince’s Mansion would soon be unable to bear the cost.
Although these people were only given two als a day, and the food wasn’t good...
...he couldn’t ignore the fact that there were over ten thousand mouths to feed.
And this had already been going on for many days.
It couldn’t go on like this.
If the factories his second son planned to build didn’t turn a profit...
...and couldn’t support such a large-scale operation, then it would all be for nothing.
As far as King Yan was concerned, the current operation had already grown a bit too large.
"Gao Xu... has gone outside the pass."
Princess Consort Xu had co over specifically to talk about this.
Yesterday, her second son had returned from Luxi by fast horse, only to leave again that very night.
She had just asked around and found out where he had gone.
That’s why she had rushed over.
Hearing this, King Yan looked bewildered.
"What is he doing outside the pass?"
Princess Consort Xu’s expression darkened.
"He said he went to bring back more refugees..."
Hearing this, King Yan was dumbfounded. ’More refugees??’
’Aren’t there enough refugees in Yandu already??’
’What on earth is that boy trying to do?!’
’What exactly happened in Luxi to give him this much confidence??’
’He can’t just act so recklessly!’
From King Yan’s perspective, the operation was already on the verge of spiraling out of control.
If this continued, it would be a disaster.
Just as King Yan was about to say sothing, Princess Consort Xu spoke up:
"It’s just that I’ve seen how dedicated our second son is to this matter.
It’s rare to see him be so serious about anything in his entire life.
I was thinking, why not just let him do it?
If it really doesn’t work out in the end, I can go back to my family and ask for so more."
Princess Consort Xu, in the end, still doted on her son.
What mother doesn’t dote on her own child?
After learning about this today, Princess Consort Xu had started to think about how she could help her son.
After all, if her husband found out, with his temper...
So, after thinking it over and over, she had co up with this idea to propose.
Hearing his wife’s words, King Yan sighed.
A mother’s love for her son is natural, but a father feels love for his son, too.
His son was finally being serious for once. If he were to be the one to put a stop to it...
...crushing his enthusiasm, King Yan feared his second son might go back to his old, irresponsible ways.
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