Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

The footsteps grew closer.

Accompanied by the old rascal's signature loud voice:

"Yang Guo! Yang Guo! Are you healed yet?"

Yang Guo and Guo Fu were both stunned.

Yang Guo's hand was inside Guo Fu's clothes, his warm palm pressed against her delicate skin.

The two looked into each other's eyes and saw helplessness and amusement in each other's eyes.

Guo Fu blushed even more and whispered, "Brother Yang..."

Yang Guo withdrew his hand, straightened her clothes, and said in a low voice, "Someone is coming. We'll talk about it later."

Guo Fu nodded, quickly sat up, and straightened her disheveled clothes.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, tucked her stray hairs behind her ears, and tugged at her clothes to make sure there were no flaws before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Yang Guo straightened his clothes and got up to open the door.

The door opened, and two people were standing outside.

The mischievous old man, Zhou Botong, wore a tattered Taoist robe, his hair was messy, and he had a childlike, excited smile on his face.

Behind him stood Guo Jing, dressed in a blue robe, his face composed, yet his eyes held a hint of helplessness.

"Yang Guo!" the Old Urchin exclaimed as soon as he saw him. "You're all healed, kid? I heard you were poisoned by that Zombie Palm. I thought you'd be bedridden for ten days or half a month!"

Yang Guo smiled and said, "Thanks to your blessing, senior, I have fully recovered."

"You're all better! You're all better!" The old man patted him on the shoulder. "Now we can go play!"

Guo Jing coughed lightly from the side: "Brother, Guo'er has just recovered from his injuries, you..."

"Don't worry, brother!" the old rascal interrupted him. "I won't let him do any hard work!"

Guo Fu peeked out from behind Yang Guo and bowed to Guo Jing, saying, "Father."

Guo Jing nodded, his gaze falling on his daughter.

In the candlelight, Guo Fu's face was flushed, and a hint of spring still lingered in her eyes.

Although Guo Jing was not good at reading people's expressions, how could he not tell what had just happened from his daughter's appearance?

He sighed inwardly, yet also felt gratified.

It's a good thing that Guo'er and Fu'er have a good relationship.

The old rascal had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Guo Fu's rosy cheeks.

He rolled his eyes, moved closer to Yang Guo, winked, raised his eyebrows, and gave him a knowing look.

Guo Fu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That old rascal is really...

When the old man saw her laugh, he laughed along with her.

After his laughter subsided, he patted Yang Guo on the shoulder: "Not bad, kid!"

Yang Guo chuckled but offered no explanation.

The Old Mischievous Boy said seriously, "Yang Guo, I need to talk to you about something. Shall we speak in private?"

Yang Guo nodded and followed the Old Urchin a few steps to the side.

After the two left, Guo Jing stood there, glanced at his daughter, and then looked at the half-closed door behind her.

On the table in the room were several pieces of fabric and needles and thread, and a small object that was half-sewn could be vaguely seen.

Curious, Guo Jing stepped inside.

Guo Fu followed behind her father. Seeing him staring at the things on the table, her face flushed slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Guo Jing walked to the table and picked up the piece of light blue fabric that was only half-sewn.

Guo Jing was taken aback and looked at his daughter: "Fu'er, what is this...?"

Guo Fu lowered her head and whispered, "This is...this is what I prepared for...for my future child."

Guo Jing was stunned.

Children of the future?

Guo'er has only been in Xiangyang for a few days.

Why is Fu'er already preparing clothes for the baby?

A terrible thought suddenly surged into his mind.

Generally speaking, it takes at least a month for a woman to know she is pregnant.

Guo'er had only been in Xiangyang for a few days, while Fu'er had been here for a month.

Could it be... could it be that Fu'er is carrying another man's child? Guo'er was...

Guo Jing's face instantly turned ugly.

He looked at his daughter, his voice heavy: "Fu'er, you...you're pregnant?"

Guo Fu was overjoyed, waiting for her father to praise her for her thoughtfulness.

But when he looked up, he saw that his father's face was ashen, and his eyes were full of doubt and anger.

She was startled, and her expression changed.

What does Dad mean by this? Does he not want me to have children?

She bit her lip, her voice lowering as she hurriedly explained, "Father, I... I'm not pregnant. It's just... I was thinking that I'll definitely have a child for Brother Yang in the future, so... so I might as well start preparing now. Although I'm not pregnant yet, I will definitely try my best..."

Guo Jing breathed a long sigh of relief after hearing this.

It turns out she was preparing in advance, not already pregnant.

The tense lines on his face relaxed, and looking at his daughter's aggrieved and anxious appearance, he felt both amused and heartbroken.

"Fu'er," he stepped forward and gently patted his daughter's shoulder, "Don't misunderstand. It's not that I don't want you to have children. If you and Guo'er had a child, I'd be overjoyed! I'd love to hold my grandson too."

He paused, then a rare smile appeared on his face: "You'd better hurry. Dad's waiting to hold his grandson."

Guo Fu stared blankly at her father, and only when she saw that he was indeed smiling and that the doubt and anger in his eyes had disappeared completely did she feel relieved.

Her face flushed again, and she mumbled softly, "Dad, what are you saying..."

Guo Jing laughed heartily, put the small undergarment back on the table, and turned to leave.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. You young people should handle your own affairs."

He walked to the door, turned back to look at his daughter, his eyes full of love.

Guo Fu stood there, watching her father's figure disappear outside the door, a smile slowly spreading across her lips.

On the other side, the Old Urchin led Yang Guo to the end of the corridor, far away from Guo Jing and Guo Fu.

He looked around for a moment, then lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "Yang Guo, I have something funny to tell you."

Yang Guo looked at his appearance and found it amusing: "Please speak, senior."

The old rascal said, "Didn't I make a bet with that old monk Jinlun that day? We agreed to steal the royal flag again. I originally wanted to ask Little Dragon Girl to come with me, but that girl refused no matter what, so I had to find someone else to help me."

He patted Yang Guo on the shoulder: "You're good at martial arts, and you're also my brother Guo Jing's son-in-law. Most importantly—you were injured by that old monk that day, you must be holding a grudge, right? Come with me to steal the flag, it'll be perfect for you to vent your anger!"

Yang Guo's heart stirred.

He truly held a grudge against the Golden Wheel Monk for injuring him with a single palm strike that day and being poisoned by Xiao Xiangzi's zombie poison.

Seeing that he was interested, the old rascal became even more enthusiastic: "Let me tell you, I have an even better idea! We won't just steal the flag, we'll set fire to that old monk's tent! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Yang Guo's eyes lit up.

Burning the tent?

That's a good idea.

With the Mongol army pressing in, even burning just a part of their camp could shake their morale.

Not to mention, he could steal the royal flag again and give the Golden Wheel Monk a good slap in the face.

He looked at the old rascal and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll go with you."

The old rascal was overjoyed and clapped his hands, saying, "Good, good, good! I knew you'd be willing! Let's discuss it tonight—how to steal it, how to burn it!"

Yang Guo nodded, and the two huddled together, discussing in hushed tones.