Chapter 683: Chapter 683: Is Mu Yan Our Son?
Zhan Lan looked at Dugu Yan aningfully; this fellow seed to have sothing on her mind. Could it be that she has soone she secretly likes?
Forget it, let her do whatever she wants!
After all, as long as Dugu Yan lives well in this lifeti, that’s all that matters.
Chu Yin finished a handful of beef jerky, her eyes lighting up as she said, “My queen, the beef jerky in the palace is really sothing special!”
Zhan Lan knew Chu Yin was hinting at her, so she smiled and said, “Then let’s take so ho for my sister-in-law later.”
Chu Yin waved her hand, “How can I be so shaless? I can’t spoil Zhan Chuxiao like this!”
Zhan Lan held her forehead with one hand, knowing full well that it was Chu Yin who wanted to eat, but she had to have her little nephew to take the bla.
“Father, Zhan Hui, Zhan Rui, and Zhan Heng all know you’re pregnant. They’re overjoyed,” Chu Yin said, grabbing so sunflower seeds and chattering away.
“Oh!” Zhan Lan felt a bit embarrassed, imagining a crowd gathering to watch her belly in the future.
The three sisters sat together chatting and cracking sunflower seeds, and before they knew it, it was evening. When Chu Yin arrived, she brought many large bags into the palace, and when she left, she took many large bags out.
Dugu Yan also ate and took things with her, and Zhan Lan smiled brightly as she watched their backs.
She gently placed her hand on her still rather flat belly, softly saying, “Child, you see these two aunts are the best friends of your mother, so you must help … confront them in the future!”
…
During the cherry ripening season, Zhan Lan had already begun to show.
It was early sumr, and the weather was still cool. Zhan Lan sat in the pavilion watching butterflies flit around the Imperial Garden.
A plate of cherry-like jewels glistening with moisture was placed in front of her.
“Open your mouth.” Mu Yan’s voice ca from beside her.
Zhan Lan slightly parted her cherry lips, and a juicy cherry exploded with sweetness on her tongue.
Zhan Lan tilted her head to look at Mu Yan. With Dayu now prosperous, there were no big issues, and Mu Yan was more relaxed than before, able to stay with her all day.
“Lan’er, do you rember feeding pogranate back then?”
Zhan Lan rembered. She had lived in the backyard of the General Mansion and had said to open his mouth, then stuffed a pogranate into Mu Yan’s mouth.
“I rember.” Thinking about how shaless Mu Yan appeared in her room back then, given her years of understanding of Mu Yan, he wouldn’t easily get close to soone. Perhaps even then, Mu Yan had developed different feelings for her.
“Maybe I liked you back then.” Mu Yan said candidly.
If it were earlier, he wouldn’t admit it even if beaten.
Zhan Lan fed him a cherry, “So you sent a basket of cherries.”
“Bla your father’s blindness for wanting to send them to Zhan Xuerou back then.”
Hearing Mu Yan’s attack on her father, Zhan Lan joined in, “Right, my father was really blind and heartless at that ti.”
Mu Yan nodded in agreent, “Lan’er, what do you think we should na our daughter in the future?”
Zhan Lan waved her hand, “Husband, please don’t ask , I’m terrible at naming things.”
Mu Yan held a smile at the corner of his lips, taking the cherry pit Zhan Lan spit out, saying, “Indeed, which household has a maid called Tie Tou, Tie Chui!”
Zhan Lan’s lips twitched, “That wasn’t to annoy the Li family!”
Mu Yan added, “Even Little Black’s na is rather perfunctory.”
Zhan Lan found herself lost for words.
“Then let think about it, I’ll co up with more nas for you to choose from.”
Zhan Lan’s eyes lit up, “Good, that’s best.”
Mu Yan’s lips curved slightly upward; if it’s a boy, any na would do, but if it’s a girl, it needs careful consideration.
…
In the Eastern Wei Palace, Tan Dong sat on the dragon throne, fingers stroking it while listening to the spy report that Beiyue had beco part of Dayu’s territory.
“Your Majesty, Dayu’s army progressed unimpeded to Beiyue’s capital. The Beiyue Emperor was forced to abdicate, and now the apparent ruler of Beiyue is Prince Dingbei Ye Xiuhan, but in truth, it’s Dayu’s Emperor Mu Yan.”
Tan Dong’s eyes darkened; Dayu had first annexed Western Rong, then Beiyue, and the next step would be his Eastern Wei, wouldn’t it!
“Mu Yan is quite sothing!” Tan Dong’s face showed a cold smile, “Mu Yan thinks he can swallow Eastern Wei that easily!”
Not to ntion Eastern Wei was originally the strongest among the four nations, and for the past three years, he had supported Hu Jue’s frontier tribe to balance Dayu. This warrior tribe had ten thousand cavalry, growing stronger each day with ample provisions over these three years.
If they joined forces with Eastern Wei to fight against Dayu, who knows if Mu Yan could hold onto his throne!
He rose and headed to the Empress’s palace. Empress Mu Xiyao was copying Buddhist scriptures, sitting quietly as if her heart were calm, though inside she was already passionately stirred.
Her son Mu Yan had brought Beiyue under Dayu’s rule, leaving only Eastern Wei and a few barbarian tribes, no, and Yuzhou before unifying the world!
But she believed Mu Yan had the capability to eventually unify the world.
Mu Xiyao’s eyes brimd with tears as she copied scriptures to pray for Mu Yan’s safety, word by word.
The door was slamd open with a bang, and the court ladies and eunuchs hurriedly withdrew upon seeing the emperor.
They hadn’t seen such a gloomy face on the emperor for a long ti.
Tan Dong’s brows knitted; Mu Xiyao knew he was there and didn’t even glance up at him.
The corner of Mu Xiyao’s eye caught Tan Dong approaching her side, and she was suddenly lifted by him.
She was shocked, struggling against Tan Dong, “Let go!”
Tan Dong threw her onto the bed; his hands, with distinct joints, pinched her cheeks and pulled her sash open.
His handso yet cold face bore no warmth as he single-handedly pulled off his belt.
Mu Xiyao panicked, shouting at Tan Dong, “Tan Dong, if you touch again, I’ll kill myself!”
Tan Dong, eyes bloodshot, gazed painfully at the woman he loved dearly.
“Do I really disgust you this much?”
Mu Xiyao’s heart was dead, a line of hot tears fell, and she answered, “Yes.”
Tan Dong gritted his teeth, asking, “Then tell , is the Dayu Emperor Mu Yan our son?”
Mu Xiyao’s eyes were filled with coldness, and she responded, “No, I strangled that child with my own hands!”
Tan Dong’s eyes moistened. He looked directly into Mu Xiyao’s eyes, asking, “If you hate so much, why did you let Anyang live?”
Mu Xiyao laughed coldly, “Because she’s a girl, would you let a girl inherit your throne?”
Tan Dong was infuriated by Mu Xiyao’s words, veins bulging on his forehead. He pressed down on Mu Xiyao’s hand as she was fastening her clothing, “Then let’s have another one!”
Mu Xiyao was frightened by Tan Dong’s expression. He wasn’t joking; his expression was more serious than it had ever been.
Furious and humiliated, Mu Xiyao glared at Tan Dong, “We’re both over forty; have you lost your mind?”
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