"You donāt like fighting wars?" Prince Le poured him a cup of wine as well.
"Of course not." Yangyang didnāt notice and took a sip. "I heard many children are left without parents because of war. Itās really pitiful to have no parents."
Baili Han was momentarily stunned, as if he could hear a womanās voice in his ears, "Hanāer, Hanāer..."
"Yes, youāre right. Children without parents are very pitiful."
"So can you stop fighting?" Yangyang looked at him expectantly.
"How about you become my son?" Baili Han didnāt answer him but asked this question instead.
"If I become your son, will you stop fighting?"
Baili Han nodded, "Iāll consider it."
This presented a dilemma, Yangyang felt deeply troubled and conflicted.
He could only be the son of his beautiful father, how could he become someone elseās son?
After resting his chin on his hand and thinking for a long while, he said, "How about I become your godson? I canāt let down my beautiful father."
"Tch, beautiful father!" Baili Han sneered, "Whatās so beautiful about him?"
"Heās just beautiful!" Yangyang moved forward and hugged his arm, "Is it okay if I become your godson?"
Looking at his arm being hugged, an inexplicable warmth surged in his heart.
But he snorted coldly, "Are you pleading with me? If you plead, I might reluctantly agree."
Yangyang was overjoyed and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, Iām begging you, Iām begging you. Godfather!"
"Ugh, adding a word makes it sound so bad." Baili Han shook his head in utter disdain.
Yangyang didnāt mind and said, "A man of honor keeps his word. I become your son, and you canāt fight anymore. Itās settled then?"
Having rambled on, without waiting for Prince Le to say anything, he stretched lazily, "Ah, finally settled. Itās so late, itās time to sleep. Iām so tired."
After speaking, he waved his hand backward, "Iām going to sleep, you should go to bed early too."
With just a simple sentence, Baili Hanās eyes once again welled up with some moisture.
It was morning again, Yangyang slept until daylight, and upon hearing voices outside, he leapt up from bed like a carp.
"Godfather, Godfather..."
The clear voice left the people in the residence puzzled. How did this little prince call the Grand Emperor godfather? Wasnāt he his real son?
"After breakfast, Iāll have someone send you to Mo City." Baili Han said as he saw him come in.
"What about what you promised me last night?"
"I have my ways." Baili Han flicked his forehead, "This is an adult matter; kids should not get involved."
"Oh."
Watching Yangyang leave the city, Baili Han only returned to the residence afterward.
Meanwhile, the people who had been keeping an eye on the prefect came to inform Yang Chuxia, who was nearly stunned. What on earth was Baili Han up to?
"Since heās sent him back to Mo City, we should head back to Mo City too." Yang Chuxia said to Ye Liu, with some suspicion.
"Yes, Iāll make arrangements immediately." Ye Liu responded.
Once Ye Liu had everything ready, Yang Chuxia and her party disguised themselves, then exited the city from the secret passageway, before detouring to Mo City.
By the time they reached Mo City, it was already dark.
Yang Chuxia headed straight to Baili Yanās place, as Yangyang, having returned from Ning City, should be there at this time.
After settling Yang Dongxue, Yang Chuxia went to find Baili Yan, and as she reached his courtyard entrance, someone came to lead her inside.
Old Mu and others were present, with Yangyang standing in the middle.
Yang Chuxia felt an inexplicable tension in her heart, it felt like she was about to be scrutinized under a tribunal.
"Your Majesty!"
Baili Yan waved his hand, gesturing that she need not be overly formal.