Gu Qingheng glanced at the inexplicably empty tent and suddenly pulled out a note: "So, Your Highness King Yun, is it time for us to settle our accounts?"

Qi Jingyun’s lips twitched, but he nodded, then removed a ring from his hand and handed it over: "This can be redeemed for fifty thousand taels of silver at any Baolai bank, my brother Liu Daniu."

Gu Qingheng’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he didn’t take it; however, he understood that Baolai was actually the industry of King Yun, which clearly was competing with the Crown Prince because the Eighth Prince had a Baofeng Bank under him.

"I also want to buy two medicine pills."

"Liu Daniu doesn’t have any medicine pills."

"General Gu." Qi Jingyun suddenly smiled, "How about I return to the capital now? On the way, I should be able to make a detour to Lianhua Town. Well, Madam Ruyi and I are considered partners, and now I’m injured, so maybe..."

"Medicine pills are something I cannot decide on, not even Senior Dao Xuzi can intervene; it requires Xinxin to approve it." Gu Qingheng’s face suddenly darkened, "So..."

"You just need to send a message to her; I can wait a few days." Qi Jingyun’s lips slightly curled, "I want medicine pills to strengthen the foundation and consolidate vitality."

Gu Qingheng had to accept the ring and, when Xiaohei came again, let it take this back.

"When the battle starts, I’m willing to be the vanguard." Qi Jingyun clasped his hands and then turned to leave. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Gu Qingheng watched Qi Jingyun’s figure leave and suddenly laughed, If you don’t have designs on my Xinxin, I’d be quite willing to befriend you.

Xiaohei came the next day, but this time it wasn’t Yang Ruxin who wrote a letter for him, it was Zhou Xiao and Zhou Ying writing to Zhou Jiang, which made Zhou Jiang extremely happy, because there was also a painting by Zhou Ying—it’s a sketch like the ones learned from Yu Qingge—it’s a portrait of Zhou Jiang, although the painting skills aren’t very good yet, you can recognize the person at a glance.

In the end, a big man ended up holding the painting and crying.

Although watching a big man wipe his tears is quite incongruous, everyone was quite envious. I mean, who else has a daughter who would paint their portrait?

Gu Qingheng wasn’t envious; his daughter was in his wife’s belly. As for why he said it was a daughter, it was just his thought. He didn’t wait for Zhou Jiang’s reply and handed over the letter and ring to Xiaohei to send off.

Yang Ruxin’s belly began to grow rapidly like a balloon after entering February; everyone who saw it thought it was already six or seven months, though she was only a little over three months.

"It must be twins." Feng Zilan concluded while looking at Yang Ruxin’s belly, "It’s best if it’s a boy and a girl, that would make a perfect combination."

"But when Hehua was pregnant with her twins, I remember that at three months, it wasn’t this big." Dong Wenxiu seemed to disagree.

"Could it be that Xinxin has three inside?" Feng Zilan blinked.

"That..." Dong Wenxiu was shocked by this speculation.

Everyone else also widened their eyes.

Yang Ruxin had already confirmed that she indeed had three; previous dreams had hinted at this, so she wasn’t too surprised. At this moment, looking at everyone’s expressions, she couldn’t help but nod: "If I haven’t diagnosed wrong, there should be three." It’s been three months; it’s time to announce.

"Big sister, really?" Erni was the first to exclaim, "Three babies at once, it’s wonderful."