Long Xuan Mo finally felt at ease.
"Oh, Wende, I received a letter from Ah Lan today. She's expecting a little baby. Could you speak with Father Emperor tomorrow and ask if Ah Lan could return to the capital after her baby turns one year old? Please reassure Father Emperor that Ah Lan will send me the designs for the new weaponry in a special way. I will translate them for you; it won't delay any important matters."
In Ah Lan's letter, she also mentioned that her brother-in-law threw a big feast to celebrate the news of her pregnancy, ending up sleeping with his arms around a table leg all night. She too was happy for Ah Lan.
Upon hearing this, Long Xuan Mo's actions paused, then he bent down to lift his beloved wife and headed toward the large bed.
Caught off guard, Yang Mengchen let out a low cry of surprise, hastily wrapping her arms around Long Xuan Mo's neck, chiding, "What are you doing?"
"Making a son."
