Wife? Concubine?

  On the second day, as Pan Yueyang said, he specially sent someone to see Yan'er. Yan'er was almost moved to tears. Moonlight was really good to her and she wanted to repay him with ten times more love!

  "Madam, I will hand over your intimate letter to the elderly lady."

  "Ah, thank you." Her face was polite and courteous.

  "Madam is serious." The man put her letter into his bosom and took out another one, making a gesture to show it to Yan'er.

  Feng He took over the letter and handed it in front of Yan's face.

  "What is this?" Yan'er looked at Pan Yueyang's hands in front of her with a puzzled expression.

  "This is the betrothal gift General Zeng brought for Master Yan, the general said let madam take a look."

  Opening it up, this was personally written by Pan Yueyang, the font revealing his overbearing nature. The betrothal gifts listed were all top-notch, and the quantity...

  "Madam, the general treats you really well." Feng He also changed his address to call Yan'er Madam, previously he had not given her a name, and could only be called Miss.

  "Thank you for your trouble." Her face lit up with a smile like a flower, and she covered her small belly with one hand, emitting a warm glow of happiness.

  Her face is incredibly happy at this moment, she has a man who loves her, they have their children, and for this life, she is content.

  "Lotus breeze, someone go to the kitchen and make some cooling soup to relieve the heat, I want to send it to Yuexiang." It's almost August, but the temperature hasn't dropped much.

  "Yes, ma'am." Feng He continued to hum a tune as he walked away.

  Knock knock knock

  Her face was stern as she carried the tray and knocked on the door of the study.

  "Come in."

  "Round face." Her eyebrows and eyes were like smoke.

  Her face was calm as she held out a bowl of cool soup: "Meng Yang, the weather is hot and dry, I had the kitchen make you some cool soup."

  Pan Yu Yang was concentrating on studying military tactics and disliked being disturbed. He was somewhat annoyed, barely suppressing his anger: "Put it down."

  "Drink it quickly, it will get cold soon." Yan'er scooped the spoon and pushed the cool soup to the front of the desk.

  Pan Yu Yang took a deep breath, annoyed!

  "Drink some broth?" The girl carefully scooped up the cool soup and brought it close to his mouth.

  "You're pregnant, be careful and rest more." She lifted her head, took a sip of the cool soup, and reminded Yan'er.

  Her face lit up with joy: "Mmm, I'll pay more attention myself."

  "Alright, I'm busy with something else, you can go back." Pan Yu Yang had already made a big concession, not getting angry at her, not yelling at her, and obediently drinking what she gave him.

  "Me, I'll stay with you, okay?" Yan'er looked up at her husband with a begging expression.

  "Whatever." Pan Yu Yang rubbed her forehead, how annoying!

  How come he didn't notice her face was so annoying?!

  "Oh." She obediently went to sit on the chair beside him, looking at Pan Yueyang with a satisfied expression.

  "What are you staring at me for?" With a gaze that didn't waver for an instant, Pan Yu Yang felt extremely uncomfortable all over.

  "I like it." Her face was filled with joy, this man was truly never getting old.

  No longer bothering with her, Pan Yueyang put away his annoyed mood and focused on studying military strategy.

  After a while, he lifted his head from the book, turned his stiff neck, closed the book, and looked at Yan'er with shadows flickering in the corners of his eyes. Yan'er, who had been quietly keeping him company, couldn't resist fatigue and fell asleep leaning on the chair.

  A hint of pity and quietness crept up, Ah, that wicked woman, doesn't she know she's pregnant? She actually slept like this? Holding her face, Pan Yuanyang walked towards the bedroom.

  This body has become even thinner.

  Her face, which had hardly any flesh on it, looked a bit pitiful: "In the future, let your wife eat more and don't let her go to the study room for no reason." Pan Yu Yang said to Feng He behind him.

  "Yes." Feng He tidied up the bedding and backed out of the room.

  It's already time for dinner, but Yan'er is still sleeping soundly. Pan Yu Yang smiled and remained quiet to let him rest.

  After sleeping for a while, it was already the next morning.

  The lotus smiled brightly as she came in to wash, dress, and adorn herself. After a spell of primping, she stood before the copper mirror, speaking softly to her reflection: "Madam is truly lovely."

  "Fenghe." Yan'er received praise and admired herself in front of the mirror.

  "Madam, breakfast is ready. You went to bed early last night and the general didn't even dare to disturb you. You must be starving this morning." Feng He's considerate words made her think of Xiao Yu.

  "Where is the general?" Yan'er turned around, her eyes finally moving away from the copper mirror.

  "The general has entered the palace early this morning." Feng He tidied up the bedding.

  "I'll go find Mu Bai later." Yan Er thought that for the past few days, she had been too busy taking care of her own future happiness and hadn't really chatted with Mu Bai.

  The Grand Palace Hall

  Royal, that is an unattainable height for the common people, synonymous with: luxury and extravagance, majestic and solemn, elegant and noble, rich and grand.

  Pan Yu Yang stood with his colleagues in the grand hall, above them Emperor Jing of Pan Long Country smiled warmly as he looked at his ministers, his eyes scanning each one before finally landing on Pan Yu Yang.

  Xuan Di is the monarch, Pan Yueyang is the subject. Pan Yueyang feels the gaze from above, lowers his head and waits for the emperor's command, a sense of being about to be schemed against makes him somewhat uneasy.

  "General Pan is indeed the most promising young talent in the country of Panlong, a rare find." Emperor Jing leaned back against his chair, stroking the green jade pendant at his waist.

  "Your Majesty is overpraising me, I am not worthy of your words." Pan Yu Yang did not dare to be slow in responding, carefully answering the praise.

  "Haha, don't be so modest." Emperor Jing's eyes kept sizing him up.

  "I, your subject, will wholeheartedly serve Your Majesty, and dare not be remiss." The words were the best response, but she didn't know what medicine was being sold in the gourd above. Pan Yu Yang still hung her head down, yet she could feel the gaze from above never leaving her.

  "The Pan family has produced talented generals for generations. This is evident from their loyalty and integrity." Emperor Jingyu looked at Pan Yueyang with increasing admiration: "Yueyang, you are also...".

  "The end will be twenty-eight."

  This "Moon Sun" obviously brought a great distance closer, and the officials in the hall looked at each other, wondering if Emperor Jing was going to become the Old Man of the Moon.

  "I recall that you were still unmarried when you went on your southern and northern campaigns to establish your merits." Emperor Jing smiled at him.

  "Yes, I am devoted to the country and loyal to my duty. As for personal feelings between a father and daughter, they can be put aside." A hint of mockery flashed across Pan Yueyang's face before quickly recovering.

  "Hmm, General Pan's daughter is indeed exceptional." Emperor Jing didn't say much more, but had already begun to ponder: "Let us adjourn the court session."

  The officials in the hall all knelt down and paid their respects, waiting for Emperor Xuan to leave before they stood up.

  "General Pan, congratulations."

  "General Pan, young and promising, haha, looks like good news is approaching."

  "I'd better start preparing a big gift just in case."

  Various congratulations, Pan Yu Yang's head was a bit swollen, politely replied and hastily returned to the mansion.

  He hated it the most when others interfered with his private affairs and helped him arrange his life. As a person, he couldn't help himself as a minister, although he was very resentful of Emperor Jing's intention to make a match for him, but he had no way to refute it, so he coldly walked into the study room with a straight face.

  Yan'er and Mu Bai were chatting in the pavilion, with Feng He waiting on them at the side.

  "Mu Bai, where did Xue Qing go? I haven't seen her for a long time." Yan Er was eating cherries, they were really sweet.

  "Perhaps my senior sister has something on her mind, she's been practicing martial arts for many years, don't worry about my senior sister." Mu Bai smiled and said, where did his senior sister go, he didn't know either, but he understood one thing, that his senior sister had always secretly loved his senior brother.

  "I really miss Snow Qing sister." Yan'er sighed.

  "Face, don't think so much, you should take good care of your body now, eat more and sleep more!" Mu Bai couldn't help but glance at Face's belly with a hint of embarrassment.

  "Mu Bai? Xue Qing sister... isn't she getting old, why hasn't she gotten married yet?" Yan Er was still thinking about Xue Qing's situation and didn't notice Mu Bai looking at her with a red face.

  "Haha, my face doesn't even know how I knew, Shifu is also a woman, women's affairs I don't understand at all. Besides, we Jianghu people don't take personal relationships so seriously." Mu Bai didn't dare to say that from the beginning, he knew that Shifu had been circling around Shixiong every day, with a heart that only wanted to marry Shixiong. She was already an old woman, delayed by Shixiong.

  "Xue Qing sister..." Forget it, don't gossip. Qian'er picked up a cherry: "Mu Bai, try some, it's sweet."

  The sound of two people chatting and laughing came into Pan Yueyang's ears as he was getting annoyed in the study.

  Standing by the window, I saw two people chatting and laughing with each other from afar.

  Pan Yu Yang lowered his head and smiled, then turned back to his desk, not thinking about the affairs of the imperial court. Some things are destined to be unchangeable, just like how he was born into a life of wealth and nobility, never having to toil for food or labor like the common people. His marriage was predetermined by others from the start, whereas the marriages of the hardworking commoners were much freer than his. This is fate, there's no such thing as perfection.

  The imperial edict has arrived

  At the gate of the mansion, a sharp and seductive eunuch's voice passed through the mansion. The guards at the gate knelt down in unison. Xiao Si hurriedly ran in to inform the master.

  Pan Yu Yang received a message saying that the eunuch beside the Emperor had brought an imperial decree into the mansion, and she sneered to herself thinking it was really quick!

  Fenghe heard some noise in the courtyard, and called a little maid to listen to what was going on, without disturbing the lady of the house. After a while, the reply came that an imperial edict had been issued, and everyone in the mansion had to go to receive it.

  Her face was being blown by the wind, and she slowly walked at the back, her body had always been weak, even if she hurried, it wouldn't make a difference in this moment, carefully walking towards the front yard.

  "What's 'Fenghe'?" Yan'er didn't understand.

  "Madam, are you uncomfortable? Shall we slow down?" We're already walking very slowly, Fenghe said with concern, looking at Yan'er's face.

  "No, I was wondering, is General always like this?" Yan's neck stretched out a long way.

  "Yes, madam, your hometown is not in the imperial city, so you wouldn't know. These high-ranking officials on the court always receive imperial decrees from the palace, we're all used to it."

  "Oh." Big shot? Her face was a bit embarrassed, at home no one was an official, first didn't understand these things, second even if they were officials, they couldn't directly contact the emperor such a big official. Her eyesight wasn't bad, her husband was so excellent!

  Everyone in the mansion had arrived at the front yard, and even Yan'er was already kneeling on the ground waiting for the imperial edict. Qian'er hastily walked up and knelt in the last row, her heart racing with excitement. This was her first time seeing someone receive an imperial edict. In her hometown, seeing a circuit intendant was already a big official, let alone an imperial edict?

  The curious little head peeked out and took a sneaky look at the scroll that was originally rolled up in Grandpa's hand.

  The Duke saw no one else appeared, fearing they were all present, and with a false show of authority opened the imperial edict.

  The Emperor's Decree: Pan Gong, a descendant of loyal and virtuous ancestors, has been succeeded by his son. He is a man of integrity and harmony, with an extraordinary appearance that deeply resonates with My heart. Therefore, I grant him the hand of My younger sister, Princess Lanling, in marriage. May they join hands and hearts together. Ninth year of the Xuan Emperor's reign.

  Marrying a princess? You must be dreaming!

  What is it then? Wife? Concubine?

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