"Want to fight!"
Alright, this answer is quite willful.
"You’re from Great Zhou, do you think fighting your own people is fun?"
"Very interesting."
Yangyang was speechless, what’s wrong with this person, so unfriendly.
"What would it take for you not to fight?"
"..."
No response for a while, Yangyang went down and kicked the leg of his bed, "Hey, I’m talking to you!"
"Shut up!" Baili Han even wore a mask while sleeping, "Keep making noise, and I’ll throw you outside."
Sure enough, Yangyang stopped talking.
Hearing shallow breathing sounds, Baili Han got out of bed and stared at the little boy in front of him for a long ti.
"Should I say you’re broad-minded, or are you too trusting of , sleeping so soundly without fear of death." Baili Han thought of how Yang Chuxia taught the child, with no sense of guarding against others.
The next day
At dawn, Baili Han handed the army over to General Zha, traveled lightly with Yangyang to Ning City.
The people and officials of Ning City had withdrawn, the place was currently occupied by Great Qi’s people.
Yang Dongxue was now living in the prefect’s residence.
"Madam, when my lord returns and hears this, he will surely be very happy."
The maid serving Yang Dongxue was found before Ning City’s people left, not knowing Baili Han’s identity, just assuming he was a general.
Yang Dongxue was montarily dazed, as she never understood that man, unpredictable and unfathomable, not knowing if this child, whose gender was uncertain, would make him happy.
But she thought he should be happy, given soone of his status likely wanted more children. Otherwise, why would he capture Yangyang to be his son? Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel so expectation.
"What would make happy?"
Baili Han entered the room with Yangyang.
"My lord is back?" Yang Dongxue greeted him with surprise.
The maid beside quickly replied, "Congratulations, my lord, congratulations, madam is pregnant."
"Pregnant?" Baili Han was stunned for a mont, his face instantly turned gloomy.
The surrounding chill made Yang Dongxue, who intended to hold his arm, subconsciously step back.
The maid, clueless, continued, "Yes, madam is two and a half months pregnant."
"Soone co!"
"My lord!"
Baili Han pointed at the maid, "Drag her away, cut off her tongue, chop off her limbs, and throw her into the pauper’s grave."
"Yes!"
"No..." The maid didn’t even have ti to plead for rcy before being taken away by the guards with her mouth covered.
Yang Dongxue was sowhat bewildered, "My lord?"
"Leave."
"My lord, you..."
"Didn’t you hear tell you to leave?" Baili Han’s gaze was cold and fierce, seemingly piercing through one’s heart.
Yang Dongxue had no choice but to bow slightly and leave; while exiting the door, she smiled at Yangyang.
"Why are you unhappy?" After Yang Dongxue left, Yangyang advanced and tugged at his sleeve, "You have another child, why aren’t you happy?"
Baili Han remained silent, his face still unpleasant.
Back in her room, Yang Dongxue was anxious, not understanding why Baili Han’s reaction was abnormal compared to other n. There shouldn’t be many n who dislike children, yet from how he executed the maid, she clearly felt Baili Han didn’t like this unborn child.
Late at night, Baili Han brought a food box to Yang Dongxue’s courtyard.
"My lord!"
The joyful sound made Baili Han pause as he lifted the lid of the food box.
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