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Chapter 405 Her baby is very active

"Our demon race is born with keen senses, and our airways are much more sensitive to humidity and temperature. Excessive temperature differences can cause spasms in the airway muscles, causing them to involuntarily and strongly contract, narrowing the airway and resulting in symptoms of shortness of breath."

"There are also pollen and mold, which are not easy for children to adapt to, so his asthma is not a big problem, it's just an environmental factor. I have used acupuncture to reduce his body's sensitivity, and I'll prescribe some medicine to take home. He should drink more warm water every day, and his symptoms will gradually improve."

In the pure white building, the dignified and serene Feng Yang sat in a chair, giving instructions while writing down a prescription.

Throughout this process, Ye Han watched quietly from outside the window without disturbing the peace.

The people of the demon race have always revered their lineage of the Demon Emperor, but among the royal family members, the most beloved is his sister, Feng Yang.

This is not only because of her background, but also because she, as a princess, always provides free medical care to commoners, which truly satisfies the most basic emotions of the demon people. In this respect, even Ye Han's title of prince is far inferior.

Ye Han often felt that if he had no interest in the throne, perhaps the demon race would produce its first female emperor in history.

Because the entire demon race loved and respected her, everyone regarded her as a treasure of their clan.

Before long, the prescription was handed to the Mao ethnic parents, who, with their child who was clearly breathing more easily, thanked the princess and left the small building with gratitude.

Ye Han watched the family leave before stepping inside.

But just as he lifted his foot, his expression suddenly froze.

After seeing the patient, Feng Yang suddenly stopped smiling and stared blankly at the sky outside the window, falling into endless silence. Seeing this, the Demon Prince hesitated for a moment.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Feng Yang silently got up from his seat, slung his medicine box over his shoulder, and walked out.

In that instant of turning around, Ye Han saw her bloodshot eyes and her weak and pale face.

"Fengyang!"

"Royal brother...?"

Ye Han lifted the curtain and entered: "How long have you been seeing patients without sleep or rest?"

Feng Yang grasped the strap of the medicine box and shook his head gently: "I'm fine, I just don't want to be idle."

"You told me before that your feelings for him were your own business, that it had nothing to do with him, that you could avoid seeing him, or that you could stop thinking about him. So why are you doing this now?"

“I did say that, but that was because I knew he and I lived in the same world.”

"What difference is there between not seeing him and him dying?"

“The difference is that even if we don’t see each other, we can still be like what is said in human poems and writings: if we share the snow with other dynasties, we can grow old together in this life. It’s not that I know he is no longer in this world.” Feng Yang said softly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Because they had designs on the sacred sites of the ancient sages, the demon race had intensified its efforts to gather information about the human race in the past six months. Naturally, they also discovered the news that Ji You had encountered problems during his breakthrough and unexpectedly returned to the Heavenly Dao.

However, Ye Han did not dare to tell Feng Yang about this news at first, but instead ordered those around him to keep it a secret.

But as the war drew near, discussions about the human race increased, and inevitably, some things were accidentally revealed.

Just a few days ago, at a banquet for the five clans, Feng Yang learned about this from other people's casual conversation and immediately came to ask him about it. He knew he couldn't hide it from him, so he had no choice but to tell him the truth.

But since then, he has never seen his sister smile again; he has only seen her become more and more silent.

Yesterday morning, he accompanied the five clans to the troop review. On the way back, he suddenly received a message from his subordinates saying that his sister had started seeing patients again. He originally thought that his sister had pulled through and her mood had improved, but he did not expect that she was just looking for things to numb herself.

“We are about to go to war with the human race,” Feng Yang suddenly asked him.

After regaining his senses, Ye Han nodded: "This is a rare opportunity, and all the tribes have agreed to send troops."

"Then you've come at just the right time, brother. I happen to have something to give you."

"?"

As Feng Yang spoke, he turned around, opened his cabinet, took out a medicine box, and handed it over.

Ye Han glanced at it: "What is this?"

"I've prepared some medicine for you to take with you for future use. Although I don't like war, I don't want to hear any news about you."

Feng Yang slung the medicine box over his shoulder: "Don't kill too many people, and don't get distracted. I don't want to lose any more important people."

Ye Han looked at her with a worried expression: "How can I leave in peace when you're like this?"

"If you expect me to get better immediately, it is a bit too much to ask of me. But with time, I will be able to get used to it. Speaking of this, I still want to thank you, elder brother. Back in Shengjing, I thank you for persuading me to see him. If I hadn't even seen him once, I would have only met him once."

Feng Yang spoke softly, recalling the scene of their conversation in the alley.

She should have stayed a little longer.

On the way back, when Xiaorou told herself that he had come to see her off, she should turn around and look at him.

Now it's all too late. The places she has of him in her memory are so short that they can't even form a long enough recollection.

Doctor Baili said he could help my hand recover in a few hours; please, Princess, help me.

That person lacked manners, acted eccentrically, spoke incoherently, was extremely frivolous, and showed no regard for life.

[Your Highness, the Scaled Fang and Scaled Fang clans have gone to kill the human delegation under cover of night!]

[King of Soldiers, stop the demon general, are you really not afraid of death?]

A man should die while saving someone; otherwise, he'll definitely regret it.

[Your Highness, do demon women actually have tails?]

As Feng Yang pondered, a cute expression suddenly appeared on her pale, pretty face.

Ye Han could tell from his sister's expression that she was thinking about it again, so he wanted to persuade her to let him go. However, before he could speak, he heard hurried footsteps coming from Feng Yang's small building.

A guard with a sword rushed in from outside and knelt on one knee before Ye Han: "Greetings, Your Highness Feng Yang, greetings, Your Highness the Prince."

"what's up?"

"The border guards of the Feathered Clan have reported that the Barbarians have made unusual moves, and the Feathered Clan chieftain has already gone to the western border."

Ye Han was slightly taken aback, and a look of astonishment immediately appeared in his eyes.

The order for the Feathered Clan to keep an eye on the Barbarians' movements was something he had just issued to the Feathered Clan, precisely to avoid arousing the Barbarians' suspicion and thus being ambushed from the rear.

The problem is that their army has not yet been mobilized, and the barbarians have no way of knowing their thoughts. Why would they suddenly make a move at this time?

Upon hearing this, Feng Yang looked at his elder brother and said, "Go and take a look. Don't let this interfere with important matters. Feng Yang's feelings are unavoidable, but Feng Yang doesn't want to become a sinner against the clan."

Ye Han glanced at his sister: "Don't go out today. I'll have Doctor Baili give you medicine to help you sleep."

"Thank you, brother."

"..."

After leaving Feng Yang's clinic, Ye Han leaped onto the waiting demonic beast in front of the door. With a loud snort, the beast took to the air and roared westward.

After passing through layers of palaces and residences, and crossing wastelands and lakes, the Demon Emperor Ziye Han and his guards arrived at the Rege Plain after half a day.

Looking into the distance, a majestic outline gradually emerges on the horizon. It is the border wall that stretches across the Rege Plain, like a gray-brown dragon, winding and coiling between heaven and earth, vast and boundless.

Yunzhou and Youzhou are adjacent to each other, with the Rege Plain as the boundary between them.

After the two groups migrated and settled here, they built high walls on the border and drew clear boundaries, as agreed before the war. From then on, they lived as neighbors and did not disturb each other.

At this moment, on the city wall, countless winged warriors soared into the air, their wings cutting through the sky, their figures appearing and disappearing among the flowing clouds, all looking towards the distant horizon of Youzhou.

With a whoosh, a surge of air caused the flying beast to land on the city wall. Ye Han flipped down and saw the Feather Clan Chief, who had arrived earlier, walking quickly toward him.

"Your Highness."

"Uncle Qian, I rushed here as soon as I heard the report. What happened in Youzhou?"

"It is so, Your Highness. After the pre-war meeting, I issued the task of keeping a close eye on the barbarians. As a result, a message from the border also reached my hands. The letter said that today, barbarian soldiers began to form ranks and march towards the southern border of Qingzhou."

"The border of Qingzhou?" Ye Han was somewhat surprised. "Are there many people there?"

The Feather Clan Chief shook his head: "The number of soldiers who arrived in the first batch was not large, but there are others on their way. This has never stopped. We don't know how many people will arrive in the end, and we can't predict their specific purpose for the time being. We need to observe them for a while longer."

Just as the two were talking, the chieftains of the other four tribes also arrived on the western city wall. They were also puzzled when they learned that the barbarians were sending troops toward the border of Qingzhou.

"Qingzhou is located in the heart of the Central Plains, with a vast area from east to west. Geographically, it is very important to the Nine Provinces. I think they may be testing Qingzhou."

"At this time?"

"It's not surprising at this time. The Zhenbei Army in the northern border of Qingzhou has been transferred to the sacred land of the sages. But the barbarians don't know about the matter of destiny. They may think that the northern border being undefended is a good sign."

"That makes sense..."

Hearing the clan leaders' discussion, Ye Han looked back into the depths of Youzhou: "If that's really the case, then this is indeed good news for us."

The Feather Clan Chief nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if the Barbarians truly launch an attack on Qingzhou, and the timing coincides with ours, the Human Clan's focus will inevitably be diverted. We won't need to worry about a sneak attack from the Barbarians, and the pressure of a direct confrontation with the Human Clan at the Sacred Land of the Sages will be greatly reduced. This is truly a blessing from heaven for our clan." Ye Han turned to look at the Feather Clan Chief after hearing this: "That may be true, but we still cannot be careless when facing the Barbarians."

"Is Your Highness afraid that the barbarians will have other ideas once they learn that my army has gone to Zhongzhou?"

“That’s right, so the original plan remains unchanged. I’ll trouble the Feather Clan to keep a close eye on it.”

As Ye Han spoke, he mounted the strange beast: "Tomorrow I will go to the palace to see my father. I will leave now. If there is anything else, please let me know."

Upon hearing this, the Feather Clan Chief bowed, and then the group watched as the Demon Prince rode his beast into the sky.

In the following two days, with the arrival of the Demon Emperor Ziye Han in the palace, the secret order to send troops to the Central Plains spread like wildfire from the Demon Emperor's palace, instantly spreading throughout the entire army. The soldiers of the five races moved upon hearing the order, and the vast military parade ground was submerged by a surging torrent of iron. As far as the eye could see, there were only imposing armor and bloodthirsty weapons, and the murderous aura was so tangible that it soared into the sky.

The most eye-catching figures were the twenty-three people who strolled out of the palace.

Some of them had dry hair and beards, and some had lost their luster, but each of them exuded a powerful aura that made the void rumble.

Countless soldiers and generals trembled as they saw them walking along the Demon Emperor's Avenue.

Demon King Realm...

Twenty-three demon kings...

Immediately, a clamor arose, and discussions continued.

The reason they were so surprised was that even they themselves did not know that their race had so many demon kings.

"Your Highness, a message has arrived from the Feathered Clan."

On the training ground, the north wind was biting.

Ye Han, who was inspecting his soldiers, turned around upon hearing this and saw his guard hand him a letter. He took it, opened it, and read it silently.

The message was written by the chieftain of the Feathered Clan, and its content was still about the unusual activities of the Barbarians.

According to the report, within just three days, the barbarians sent more than 400,000 troops to the Qingyun border, but they did not set off to cross the border, nor did they send out small teams to probe. Instead, they set up camp at the border and showed no signs of launching an attack.

Upon seeing this, Ye Han couldn't help but frown slightly.

The deployment of over 400,000 additional troops certainly resembled an attempt to launch a full-scale war against the human race in Qingzhou, yet not even small squads were sent out, suggesting an immediate start to the war, which puzzled him.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released, so after reading the letter, Ye Han did not say anything, but instead followed the previous arrangement and stepped onto the high platform of the training ground.

Looking ahead, the endless array of demon warriors clad in armor filled the demon prince with a surge of emotion.

"Fellow soldiers, His Majesty has decreed that our demon race's 500,000-strong army, of which 300,000 will be deployed this time, using scales, teeth, fur, claws, and feathers as banners, to advance towards the Central Plains in five routes."

"Among them, the Mao and Yu banners were responsible for feint attacks, their mission being to confuse the enemy, while the other three banners were to wait for the opportunity as the main force, and then quickly advance once the situation opened up."

"The remaining 200,000 soldiers will be commanded by the chiefs of the Scaled Fang and Scaled Fang clans, and divided into eight battalions to guard the four directions of Yunzhou and protect their people from being taken advantage of."

"This is a battle for the Heavenly Way, a battle for destiny. We have been lying dormant in the snowy region for a thousand years. If we fail in this battle, we will die for it."

Clad in heavy black and gold armor, Ye Han gripped his battle sword tightly. Facing the mighty demon army below, his voice, like the clash of cold iron, soared through the air: "Let's go!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the horn ripped through the sky, sounding like the mournful cry of a giant beast.

The 300,000-strong army moved at the order, their steps perfectly synchronized, their armor clanging and clashing, like five iron torrents cleaving through the snow-covered plains, sweeping southwards.

They want to seize destiny, contend for the Heavenly Way, and reclaim everything that should have belonged to them during the ancient war, but which was ultimately used as a stepping stone.

In the vast and cloudless Demon Emperor City, as 300,000 troops marched towards the Central Plains, the graceful Feng Yang stood on the eaves of the imperial palace, gazing into the distance and silently praying for the safety of her people.

"The moon is almost full. Have the last three cracks in the Holy Land been repaired?"

"Logically speaking, it should be in the next few days."

"I hope everything goes smoothly and nothing goes wrong."

As night falls, the eastern mountains and forests of the sacred site of the ancients.

The dense canopy of trees blocked out the sunlight, turning the mountains and forests into an indistinguishable inky black, with only the campfire rising in the forest clearing emitting a faint light.

The flickering flames danced restlessly due to incomplete combustion, pushing the surrounding darkness slightly away before merging with the night at the far edge.

Within the reach of the firelight, the thick tree trunks cast shifting and distorted shadows, dancing silently with the flickering flames.

Cao Jingsong, Wen Zhengxin, and Ban Yangshu stayed together around the campfire, chatting as they watched the figures constantly patrolling the area.

"The atmosphere feels a bit tense."

"We knew long ago that the demon race was ambitious, and now that the sacred land of the sages is about to open, we are bound to be a little nervous."

As Cao Jingsong spoke, his gaze couldn't help but drift to the south, to the vermilion palanquin parked in the dark woods.

They all knew that the young master of Lingjian Mountain was sitting in the carriage, and they also knew that she was pregnant.

They were very concerned about the young appraiser's health and wanted to know how the child was doing, but during the three days they stayed there, they never went to see him.

The reason is that they felt their presence would remind the young appraiser of Ji You, and since she is currently pregnant and emotionally sensitive, it is really not appropriate for her to think of those things.

"Instructor Cao, would you like to drink this spirit wine?"

Just as Cao Jingsong was lost in thought, footsteps came from deep within the woods.

Bai Rulong, dressed in the armor of the Zhenbei Army, came from the depths of the valley carrying a jar of spirit wine.

"Where did you get this wine?" Ban Yangshu asked curiously upon seeing this.

"The supplies for the Zhenbei Army, used to keep warm in the northern border, I brought a jar with me during the New Yuan Dynasty, and you all said it was delicious."

As Bai Rulong spoke, he sat down next to them: "I finished my share of the wine a long time ago. This jar was given to me by Fang Ruoming."

"Fang Ruoyao's brother?"

"Yes, he only found out about our acquaintance in Xinyuan. He just brought over some drinks and asked me to thank Instructor Cao for taking care of Ji You earlier."

After hearing this, Cao Jingsong stroked his beard slightly: "This Fang Ruoming is quite good at dealing with people, he's completely different from his sister."

Bai Rulong nodded after hearing this: "The people in the army all respect him. I have only met him a few times, and I feel that he does have unique skills in dealing with people. It is said that he is the one who specifically commands the troops to protect the core of the holy land this time."

"Yuyang County is truly a place where many talented people emerge. It's just a pity... that my wicked disciple is no longer here."

"Master, it's time for your medicinal diet."

In front of the red imperial carriage deep in the forest, Ding Yao gently lifted the gauze curtain, carrying a freshly cooked medicinal meal.

Upon hearing this voice, Yan Shuyi turned her gaze away and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"The appraiser is really having a tough time. It's been over nine months, and he still has to come all the way here."

"If the demon race truly covets the holy land, they will surely attack with all their might. With the Spirit Mirror present, the risk will always be lower."

Ding Yao nodded after hearing this, and then looked in the direction where her appraiser had been gazing. Through the layers of branches and leaves, she saw Cao Jingsong and his group.

It seems the appraiser is missing the young master again; she couldn't help but purse her lips.

In the six months since the incident involving the son-in-law, the appraiser has never mentioned the young master to anyone, but everyone knows that the most difficult thing for the appraiser in the world is to endure it.

Every time Cui'er made the bed for the appraiser, she would quietly tell her that the appraiser's pillow was wet, which was enough to prove this point.

However, since the appraiser doesn't say anything, they themselves don't dare to bring it up either.

"By the way, has Yuan Chen arrived at Spirit Sword Mountain?"

Ding Yao snapped out of her daze and nodded: "I just received a message from Miss Yuan that Young Master Yuan has arrived."

Yan Shuyi nodded after hearing this and handed over the empty bowl she had finished drinking the medicinal food.

The opening of the sacred land of the sages will inevitably attract the demon race and bring war. The sect leader of the Dan Sect is worried about her son's safety and has always wanted to send him away. After all, he can't help here and might even cause trouble if war breaks out. So she arranged for someone to send him to Lingjian Mountain to find his sister.

Yan Shuyi watched Ding Yao leave with the empty bowl, then reached out and touched her protruding belly.

Around five months into her pregnancy, her baby became very active, kicking her every now and then. He was restless and active, and she didn't know if he was like her or like the disciples of the Little Heavenly Academy.

She pursed her lips, then couldn't help but look at the figures sitting around the campfire in the distance, her eyelashes slightly damp as she trembled.

boom--

Just then, a booming sound suddenly rang out from the distant valley.

Upon hearing this unusual sound, everyone in the dense forest couldn't help but stand up and look towards the deepest part of the valley.

(After a morning of meetings, everyone else went out for team building, while I was the only one stuck in the hotel writing away. My diligence is truly admirable...)
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