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Chapter 467 Pregnancy again
This winter, Ganluchuan is like springtime at night.

Meanwhile, in Shache, the royal city three thousand miles away, winter was bleak.

When King Hasbaren saw his beloved son Surilege, who was being carried off a carriage like a corpse, he almost lost his balance.

It's not a corpse.

It's still warm.

But this warm body has lost its soul.

Having suffered a double blow, Suzellegh was no longer the wise and self-satisfied heir to the throne.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, showing no desire to communicate with anyone.

Despite his grief, Hasibaren had the best physician in the palace carefully examine his injuries.

Seeing the doctor shake his head, Hasibaren's hopes gradually faded.

He stared intently into the doctor's eyes: "Can you cure him or not?"

"Your Majesty, if these iron beads were embedded in the flesh, they could be dug out. There shouldn't be any doctor in the world who could dig out so many iron beads from the lumbar vertebrae."

"Then, what will happen to him in the future?"

"This kind of injury isn't fatal, but I'm afraid he'll never be able to walk again for the rest of his life."

Hasibaren was struck dumb.

Paralyzed!

His youngest son, whom he was most proud of, is paralyzed!
He stumbled and fell to the ground.

When Hasbaren slowly woke up, he was told that he had broken both his arms in the fall.

I'm really getting old.

Old bones, can't withstand a fall.

Hasbaren pondered for a whole night before finally making a difficult decision.

The following day, it was announced that his eldest son, Morigen, would take over the work until he was fully recovered.

Once the king's decree was issued...

Various factions in Shache are privately discussing the matter:
"It seems that the royal family is incompatible with the Kansai army. On one expedition, the father and his two sons were captured. Jebe, known as a murderous maniac, also died at the hands of the Kansai army. After a few years of relief, Prince Surelge also fell into the hands of the Kansai army."

"Who can argue with that? Just what kind of devil is this commander of the Kansai army?"

"Who knows? If you count on your fingers, in less than five years, our Khanate's Holy Knights have lost about 250,000 men to the Han Chinese. Doesn't that prove their strength?"

"The new Han dynasty is currently at the height of its military power. We must avoid its sharp edge; in Han parlance, we must bide our time and conceal our strength!"

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that the brave and the intelligent didn't get the best of it, and in the end, the mediocre Morigen benefited."

Mediocre. Morigen: I won by luck, but that's also a kind of skill!
They are brothers, but they were not born from the same mother.

When it's time to perform, you have to perform.

The 80,000 taels of gold and the letter of cession of the Iri Valley were delivered when they went to pick up Surlege.

Morigen's first day in charge of the work at Daihasbaren.

They advocated that the amount of Khotan jade, 10,000 fine horses, 50,000 cattle, and 1 million sheep stipulated in the indemnity treaty be sent to Kansai within a specified time.

His meaning was very clear at the court meeting:

The king is recovering from his injuries, and we have just lost three thousand elite troops. Shache cannot withstand any more turmoil.

The strength of the Kansai army far surpasses that of the Khanate!
Those of you who don't want your country to perish, hurry up and help make up the numbers!

A million sheep are easy to obtain, but ten thousand fine horses and fifty thousand cattle are something the royal family simply cannot provide.

The powerful families and religious followers started arguing amongst themselves.

After all, no one's livestock comes from thin air.

In the end, everyone got fleeced.

Don't let Morigen's cowardly appearance fool you.

His pragmatic nature delayed the demise of the last powerful kingdom in the Western Regions by several years. Of course, that's a story for later.

Currently, a large herd of livestock is being driven to Kansai.
Before the New Year, Gan Minglan felt a very faint power in her lower abdomen during her daily body tempering.

After calculating her menstrual cycle, she went to the garrison clinic to have the imperial physician, Old Huang, examine her pulse.

"Congratulations, General! You are indeed one month pregnant!"

Gan Minglan: "."

This speed, this efficiency, is unmatched. She wanted to applaud herself for her great physique.

Imperial Physician Huang wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

Sighing deeply:

"General! You have no idea how much pressure I'm under."

Everyone says that the medicinal wine from our sanatorium is very effective.

Men who drink it become vigorous and energetic, while women who drink it regularly can conceive a child even in old age.

But look at you, you haven't made any moves in the past few years, and you almost ruined the reputation of our Guanxi medicinal wine.

"I've been wanting to find an opportunity to secretly check the fortunes of the scholar."

"You're really worrying yourself sick. Haven't you seen how many trips I take every year? If I get pregnant, how can I go to war? The conditions don't allow it; I can't have a baby even if I want to!"

"I know, I know! That's what I and others say too. Otherwise, how can we explain that you had two children before? Just by looking at you, I can tell you have strong blood and energy and a healthy body. If you didn't want to have more children, you would never have gone several years without conceiving."

He's said everything, good or bad.

Gan Minglan had no choice but to nod:
"Yes! It was true that the conditions didn't allow it before! Now that the war is over, we need to hurry up and have another one."

"That's good! More children mean more good fortune! They can support each other when they grow up. What was the point of building such a large family fortune?"
Most importantly, you are in excellent health, without a single ailment. Have more children, and I will personally oversee and protect you!

"Okay, okay, listen to you!"

Having more children is impossible.

Three children—by today's standards, that would be considered exceeding expectations.

Now, it's barely passed.

Sigh, who can I reason with?
Such a joyous occasion, if it weren't for the old rule that it couldn't be announced within three months, Zuo Wenkang and Luo would have wanted to inform everyone in Ganluchuan.

Zuo Wenkang: In my previous life, any woman who was willing to bear three children for one man was considered a role model for all men. I was so lucky!
Mrs. Luo: Good, good, good! My daughter-in-law is still willing to have children for my son. For the sake of three children, my son's status as a son-in-law can be maintained for a few more years.

Little Yuanyuan seemed to understand, but not quite. She placed her chubby hand on her mother's belly and used the special power in her palm to greet the little soybean inside: "Hello, little sister, come out. Big sister will take you to plant flowers together."

Her eldest brother, Zuo Chijun (Fatty), has a different opinion:
"Yuanyuan, how about Mom has a little brother first? Both your older brothers are boys, and we have experience taking care of younger brothers."

King Atu: "Squeak squeak squeak"

Good heavens! What kind of Dwarf rat is it?

Ever since it came to this home.

After raising her younger brother with great difficulty, she then raised her younger sister, and now her sister will be starting school after the New Year.

a bolt from the blue!

Another little fourth one has appeared!

My king, do you even have a moment to slack off?!

"squeak"

Zuo Chijun exclaimed excitedly, "Mom, listen to this! Doesn't my older brother also really like the idea of ​​you having a younger brother?"

Yuanyuan grabbed her brother's clothes and protested firmly:

"The younger brother is no good, we want a younger sister! The older brother can take care of Yuanyuan, so he can take care of the younger sister."

Gan Minglan glanced at the Rat King, who was sprawled on the blanket with a look of utter despair, and touched her nose.

Sigh, for the sake of family harmony, it's best if she doesn't translate!