"Girl, you're awake?"
Nangong Mo stayed by Gu Qianying's side without leaving.
The others were waiting in the outer hall.
When Gu Qianying opened her eyes, Nangong Mo quickly instructed Meng Yi to reheat the prepared white porridge and side dishes.
Meng Yi was resentful, but thinking about rescuing his master, he still complied.
"Where am I..."
Gu Qianying tried to get up, and Nangong Mo immediately helped her to lean back comfortably.
"You were too tired and slept for two days. Are you hungry?"
Nangong Mo helped Gu Qianying tidy her slightly messy hair.
As his slender fingers brushed her cheek, she quickly grabbed his hand.
Holding his hand, she placed it on her slightly bulging belly: "I'm not hungry, but he is. He even kicked."
"Is that so?"
Nangong Mo smiled.
He pressed his face against her belly, feeling the presence of the fetus.
To make it clearer for him to hear, Gu Qianying arched her back.
"Wife, I heard it, I heard it."
Nangong Mo was as happy as a child, his face beaming with joy.
In this life, meeting his wife was enough.
Du Chun and the others heard the commotion and came to check. Upon seeing the scene, they quietly withdrew.
As long as Gu Qianying was fine, that was all that mattered.
"Wife, news from the capital says grandfather is well. Nangong Xuanning gave birth to a daughter, and Grandfather General Ye is very happy. Your brother Gu Yefeng rushed back from Jizhou overnight. Everyone at home is fine, so don't worry."
Since leaving the capital, his men had been protecting Gu family members from the shadows.
"Really? That's great."
Gu Qianying was overjoyed.
She touched her bulging belly.
"You naughty boy, did you hear that? You have an older sister."
Meng Yi brought the reheated porridge, handed it to Nangong Mo, and then withdrew.
Nangong Mo sat by the bedside and personally fed Gu Qianying.
He chuckled, feeding her while asking, "Why a son? I like daughters. Daughters will be as beautiful as you."
Gu Qianying swallowed the porridge in her mouth and raised an eyebrow: "Sons are sturdy. If they don't listen, they get spanked. Daughters are precious, and you won't bear to hit them."
Nangong Mo: "..."
This reason, alright...
"Wife, how about we have a son first, and then a daughter? If we still don't feel it's enough, we can have more."
"..."
Gu Qianying kicked him and shot him a glare.
"Get lost! Who wants to have so many with you! I'm not a pig!"
Nangong Mo seized Gu Qianying's delicate foot and played with it.
A tingling sensation spread through her, and Gu Qianying's cheeks flushed.
"If you don't like many children, then we'll just have two, a boy and a girl. It's perfect."
Hearing this, Gu Qianying imagined her children growing up, a son learning martial arts, and a daughter learning medicine. It would be wonderful.
At this moment, two people peeking from behind the window eaves looked at each other.
"Do you like daughters or sons?"
Luo Laya pulled Nangong Li's ear and asked in a low voice.
Nangong Li, in pain and afraid to cry out, whispered, "Daughters..."
"Hmm?"
Luo Laya's expression turned cold.
"No, no, sons, sons..." Nangong Li immediately conceded.
"Hmm?"
"I like both, I like both."
"Hmm, that's more like it. If you like both, then come with me to have children!"
Luo Laya grabbed Nangong Li and walked away.
"Ah? You shrew... I'm not ready yet."
"No need to prepare. I have aphrodisiacs here, very suitable for you."
"What is this? Aphrodisiacs! Yata, you shrew... you... you're too wicked, Ninth Imperial Uncle, save me..."
...
Our clan leader is dead, and our clan is in great chaos.
The Saintess Ata Wumeng (Lu Zhu) temporarily takes charge of the internal affairs of our clan in her capacity as Saintess.
In the Ata tribe, the Saintess is a sacred symbol, and all members of the Ata tribe believe in her.
However, the death of the Ata clan leader has become a topic of widespread discussion among all members of the Ata tribe.
There are rumors that the people brought back by the Saintess killed the Ata clan leader.
Some people also saw the Saintess at the scene at that time.
There are also rumors that the Ata clan leader did something bad and reaped what he sowed.
But no one can clearly explain how the Ata clan leader died.
The residence of the Ata clan leader in the Ata tribe.
Ata Wusi, with many people, surrounded the main entrance.
A coffin was placed not far away. The lid of the coffin was not closed, and the Ata clan leader lay inside with his eyes closed.
He had been dead for a long time, his body already stiff. His wrinkled face appeared even more dim as the demonic energy dissipated.
His lips were black, and there was a hole in his chest. The wound seemed to have been treated.
"Ata Wumeng, you killed my father. Today, I will bring my deceased father to demand justice and make you pay with your life!"
Ata Wumeng's face was streaked with tears, her eyes filled with venom and hatred.
She never imagined that in one night, she had lost everything.
Her father was gone, and her status as the clan leader's eldest daughter was also gone.
And all of this was caused by Wu Meng, that little b*tch.
It was this little b*tch Wu Meng who killed her father, and this little b*tch who ruined everything for her!
"Cousin, your father poisoned the previous clan leader Tianji Wuchang in order to seize the position of clan leader. His death is retribution."
Lu Zhu, dressed in white and with a veil covering her face, exuded a cold and noble aura.
Surrounding her were all the Wu people.
Among these Wu people, a large portion obeyed the Saintess.
A very small portion, led by Ata Wusi, followed her.
"Impossible! My father is not that kind of person. Ata Wumeng, you little b*tch, not only did you collude with outsiders to kill my father, but you also defiled my father's reputation. Ata Wumeng, how can you be so heartless!"
Ata Wusi pointed at Lu Zhu and said to the crowd: "Everyone, please look at the true face of this Saintess. Not only did she harm my father, but she also wants to ruin my father's reputation. This cruel woman is not worthy of being the Saintess of our Ata tribe."
"Yes! She is not worthy!"
The Wu people behind Ata Wusi shouted in unison.
The Wu people present, who were unaware of the situation, all looked at Lu Zhu with strange eyes.
The Saintess being impure is a grave offense to the gods.
Among them was an elder, Elder Han, who had significant influence in the Ata tribe.
"Wu Meng, is what Wu Si said true?"
Elder Han raised his hand to stop the shouting Wu people and looked at Lu Zhu with sharp eyes.
"No!"
Lu Zhu replied decisively.
"Then how did the Ata clan leader die?"
The Ata clan leader had sword wounds on his body, which were obvious.
"I killed him!"
Lu Zhu directly admitted it.
She would not let her young lady get into unnecessary trouble.
"Elder Han, she admitted it! Elder Han, the Saintess killed someone, she is impure, she is dirty!"
Ata Wusi cried out.
All the Wu people present revealed ferocious gazes: "The Saintess is impure, she has blasphemed the gods, she deserves to die! She deserves to be killed!"
"Yes! She deserves to die, kill her, kill her!"
All the Wu people present were agitated.
Lu Zhu remained very calm.
Having followed her young lady for a long time, she had learned a bit.
"The clan leader poisoned Tianji Wuren. This Saintess is eliminating harm for the people, not harming her father as Ata Wusi claims, nor is she ruining her father's reputation."
Lu Zhu subtly gripped the dagger hidden in her sleeve.
Her vigilance was very high.
"Elder Han, she is lying! Everyone knows what kind of person my father is. For so many years, my father has worked diligently and has never done anything to harm the Ata tribe. All the Wu people present can testify to this."
"Elder Han, the Saintess went out to seek medical treatment, and she was gone for five years. In those five years, she has likely long been impure, possibly becoming someone else's wife outside, or perhaps giving birth to a child. This time, she returned saying she brought a divine doctor to treat Tianji Wuchang, but what is her true purpose, who knows!"
As she spoke, Ata Wusi approached Elder Han and let him see her tear-reddened eyes.
"Elder Han, why did my father die precisely at this time? She claims to be eliminating harm for the people, but who would believe her words alone? If it's my father this time, then who will it be next? Elder Han, will it be you, or me, or everyone present?"
Ata Wusi's voice was loud, and everyone present could clearly hear her words.
This left Lu Zhu, who was not good at eloquent speech, unable to refute.
It also made the Wu people present look at Lu Zhu with hostility.
Elder Han narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Lu Zhu. After a long while, he said: "If you want to prove your innocence, this elder suggests a physical examination on the spot. If you are still a pure Saintess, then we will believe your words. If not, your words can be disregarded, and it will prove that Ata Wusi is telling the truth. What do you say?"
Lu Zhu's eyes turned cold.
A long time ago, the incident where she was bullied flashed before her eyes.
Her fingers gripping the dagger trembled.
The old wound would reopen, and it would probably hurt a lot.
But at this moment, was there any other way?
What should she do?
Lu Zhu was at a loss for a moment.
Just then, a voice rang out.
"Nothing! Your method of insulting people is truly lousy!"
Gu Qianying pushed through the crowd and walked over, Nangong Mo protecting her from behind. The Sixth Prince Nangong Li, Luo Laya, Du Chun, and Meng Yi followed closely behind.