The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2427: Three

Gu Qingheng’s gaze fell upon the tent, now inexplicable vacant, and a note was swiftly produced: "So, Your Highness King Yun, is it perhaps time for us to settle our accounts?"

A twitch played on Qi Jingyun’s lips, yet he inclined his head, then relinquished a ring from his finger, presenting it: "This can be redeemed for fifty thousand taels of silver at any Baolai bank, my brother Liu Daniu."

Gu Qingheng’s brows lifted ever so slightly, though he did not accept the item, he certainly understood. Baolai was, in fact, the enterprise of King Yun—a clear move to rival the Crown Prince, just as the Eighth Prince held sway over Baofeng Bank.

"I also wish to procure two medicinal pills."

"Liu Daniu has no medicinal pills available."

"General Gu." Qi Jingyun suddenly offered a smile, "How about I return to the capital posthaste? En route, I may just manage a detour to Lianhua Town. Well, Madam Ruyi and I are, after all, considered partners, and with my current injuries, perhaps..."

"Medicinal pills are beyond my purview to decide; even Senior Dao Xuzi cannot interfere. Their dispensation requires Xinxin’s explicit approval." Gu Qingheng’s countenance darkened abruptly, "Therefore..."

"You merely need to convey a message to her; I am content to wait a few days." Qi Jingyun’s lips curved slightly, "I require medicinal pills to fortify the foundation and consolidate vitality."

Resignation settled upon Gu Qingheng, compelling him to accept the ring. When Xiaohei reappeared, he entrusted it to the creature for its return.

"When the battle commences, I shall gladly serve as the vanguard." Qi Jingyun clasped his hands together before turning to depart.

Gu Qingheng watched Qi Jingyun’s departing form, a quiet laugh escaping him, If you harbored no designs on my Xinxin, I would have been quite amenable to cultivating a friendship.

Xiaohei arrived the following day. This time, however, it bore no letter from Yang Ruxin. Instead, it carried missives from Zhou Xiao and Zhou Ying, addressed to Zhou Jiang. This brought Zhou Jiang immense joy, especially as it included a painting by Zhou Ying—a sketch in the style learned from Yu Qingge. It was a portrait of Zhou Jiang himself, and though the artistry was still developing, the likeness was unmistakable.

In the end, a grown man was found holding the painting, tears flowing freely.

While observing a grown man wiping away his tears was rather incongruous, a wave of envy washed over the onlookers. After all, who else had a daughter willing to immortalize her father in a painting?

Gu Qingheng felt no envy. His own daughter resided within his wife’s womb. As for the certainty of it being a daughter, that was merely his personal conviction. Without awaiting Zhou Jiang’s reply, he entrusted the letter and the ring to Xiaohei for dispatch.

Once February arrived, Yang Ruxin’s belly began to swell with remarkable speed, akin to an inflating balloon. Anyone who laid eyes upon her would have surmised she was at least six or seven months along, despite being just past her third month.

"It must be twins." Feng Zilan declared, observing Yang Ruxin’s expanding form, "A boy and a girl would be ideal, for a truly perfect union."

"However, when Hehua was expecting her twins," Dong Wenxiu mused, her brow furrowed slightly, "I recall her belly wasn’t this substantial at three months."

"Could it be that Xinxin carries three within?" Feng Zilan’s eyes widened.

"That…" Dong Wenxiu was taken aback by the sudden conjecture.

All others present also widened their eyes in astonishment.

Yang Ruxin had already received confirmation of carrying three; her prior dreams had served as a subtle premonition, thus she was not overwhelmed. Now, observing the expressions before her, she could not help but nod, "If my diagnosis is correct, there should be three." Three months had elapsed; it was indeed time for the revelation.

"Eldest sister, truly?" Erni was the first to exclaim, "Three babies at once, how wonderful!"