Chapter 844: Chapter 849, Chapter 850: Deciding the Name of the Nation_2
In this way, the day she and Your Majesty are reconciled is not far off.
At that moment, a palace maid came to report that Your Majesty had sent someone.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yushu was overjoyed, knowing that the previous actions of Your Majesty were deliberate, and he truly loves her, she matters to him.
Now, with the three abdication edicts issued, there was finally no need to worry anymore.
But Zhao Yushu thought this in her heart, yet she received the divorce letter from Emperor Yong’an.
Emperor Yong’an intended to divorce his wife.
Deposition of the Empress involves national dignity.
It requires the ministers’ agreement.
However, divorce is a family matter and does not require the ministers’ consent.
Especially when Emperor Yong’an had issued three edicts.
The ministers wouldn’t care about the matter of divorce.
They only cared about the day King Wei officially ascended the throne.
After reading the divorce letter, Zhao Yushu, overwhelmed with sadness, couldn’t take the blow and fainted.
It was only in the evening that she slowly woke up.
At this moment, she still retained a glimmer of hope.
Thinking that the matter might not be completely decided yet, since the abdication ceremony hadn’t started yet, and Chen Mo hadn’t ascended the throne.
Perhaps after Chen Mo ascends the throne, when Emperor Yong’an is no longer Emperor, that would be the time for her and the Emperor Yong’an to be reconciled.
...
The army learned about King Wei accepting the abdication message of Your Majesty by the afternoon of the next day.
The entire camp erupted in cheers.
They were even happier than those ministers in the court.
Compared to those civil servants in the court, these ordinary soldiers had no grand aspirations or ideals.
Their thoughts were simple: gain promotions, wealth, and wives.
Most of King Wei’s achievements today were thanks to them.
As the saying goes, "Power comes from the barrel of a gun."
If King Wei becomes Emperor, how could they not benefit?
Perhaps then, the army would gain many more lords.
...
Time progressed to the Fourth Year of Yong’an, July.
Scorching summer days.
In the side chamber, Xia Zhining lay on a cushioned couch made with bamboo mats, with a pretty face devoid of makeup, appearing slightly haggard, holding a big belly, feeling rather uncomfortable.
However, because of this discomfort, she was secretly cursing someone in her heart.
After all, this suffering was all for that person.
Xia Zhining conceived around the twelfth lunar month of the Third Year of Yong’an, and now, it had been over eight months.
The birth was estimated to be around mid to late next month.
In the room, there was a chunk of ice placed in a wooden tub, and Xia Zhiqing, her sister, was taking care of her, occasionally feeding her pieces of spicy beef from a plate.
"Zhining, people say eating sour means bearing sons, spicy means bearing daughters. Aren’t you afraid of having a daughter, eating so much spicy food?" Xia Zhiqing gently said.
"What’s wrong with daughters? I like daughters too, and I don’t believe he dares not to like..." Xia Zhining proudly said, "Sister, if you can have a pair of twins, then I can too."
"Alright, alright, then let’s hope Zhining has a pair of twins too." Xia Zhiqing sweet-talked.
Just then, a midwife entered the hall, with the increasing size of Xia Zhining’s belly, the attendants had been replaced, and she said to Xia Zhiqing, "Madam, Prince is here."
Upon hearing this, Xia Zhining’s heart rejoiced, but she answered coldly, "He still knows to come over, why didn’t he just die on Yue Ruyan’s belly."
During this period, Chen Mo had constantly been entangled with Yue Ruyan, causing discontent among other women in the estate, and the one most dissatisfied was the over eight months pregnant Xia Zhining.
"Zhining, don’t say that. Your Majesty is in his abdication period, your husband is busy with court matters during this time." Xia Zhiqing signaled the midwife with her eyes, and after the midwife left, she said.
"Oh, who made Zhining angry, I heard it from outside."
Just as Xia Zhiqing finished speaking, Chen Mo also entered the room, his eyes lighting up upon seeing the two sisters, one lying and one sitting on the soft couch.
Xia Zhining coldly snorted, "Who else but you, you scoundrel, and you still know to see me?"
Chen Mo didn’t say much else, he walked over, gently took Xia Zhining’s delicate hand, and said, "I’ve been thinking about you."
"Hmph." Xia Zhining snorted again, but her heart eased the anger.
Of course, if she were not pregnant, she surely wouldn’t speak so kindly.
"Another month to go before she gives birth, why eat spicy food?" Chen Mo glanced at the spicy beef Xia Zhiqing was holding and said.
"Zhining wants her cravings, and recently she particularly favors spicy food. Ms. Mi said as long as she doesn’t eat too much, it’s fine." Xia Zhiqing said while picking up a piece of spicy beef, feeding it to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo ate both the beef and her fingers, after chewing, he remarked, "Delicious."
Such intimacy caused Xia Zhiqing’s cheeks to merely lightly redden. After being together for a long time, she wasn’t as shy as before.
"Husband, how is the national title selection going?" Xia Zhiqing set down the spicy beef, took out a handkerchief, wiped her hands, and asked.
"Not decided yet, but a few have been selected."
"Which ones?" Xia Zhining interjected.
"Wei, Chen, Qing, Qian. These four national titles are the most recognized, and also the most debated." Chen Mo replied.
The determination of a national title involves various reasons and backgrounds.
Using noble titles, hence Wei.
Using the founder’s surname as the national title, hence Chen.
Using the origin or specialty of the area, hence Qing from Qingzhou.
Qian, because Qingzhou location was originally part of Ancient Qian Kingdom.
And also based on prophecies or social slogans.
For instance, Chen Mo’s past life ancestor Zhu Yuanzhang established the title Ming based on the slogan "King Ming born, universal redemption."
"Uncle Geng selected which national title?" Xia Zhiqing asked.
"Chen." Chen Mo replied, "He also mentioned it fits as I’m a descendant of Chen Kingdom, a restoration. But I feel using Chen as the national title seems too personally tinted, too petty."
In Chen Mo’s past life history books, aside from those small countries, unified nations did not use the founder’s surname as the national title.
"Husband, which national title does the majority of ministers approve?" Xia Zhiqing further asked.
"Wei and Chen, I haven’t done a detailed count, but the approval numbers are roughly similar for these two titles." Chen Mo said.
"Then which national title do you prefer?"
"I am still considering."
Chen Mo was inclined to use Wei as the national title, but in his past life, Wei Kingdom’s duration was too short. Though there was no Wei Kingdom in this life, he couldn’t help but feel a slight concern.
The national title is a major affair, concerning the country’s fortune.
The Xia sisters did not casually offer advice but urged Chen Mo to think thoroughly.
Chen Mo said, "Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Since I’m here, let me spend some quality time with you."
Saying this, Chen Mo gently embraced Xia Zhining’s delicate body, leaned in to her soft rounded lips, and took them passionately.
Xia Zhining’s two fair, delicate hands reached out to lightly resist Chen Mo.
With her belly so large, this kind of "passion," left her without the mood for intimacy.
Thinking she was being capricious, Chen Mo ignored her, but seeing her continuous gentle resistance, he had to release her, watching her face, realizing she truly wasn’t in the mood, so he restrained himself and began to chat with her.
After a while, Xia Zhining became somewhat drowsy, then surprisingly "considerate" towards Chen Mo.
With a child in her womb, she was naturally unable to serve Chen Mo, hence arranged for her sister.
Xia Zhiqing: "..."
Though a bit shy and annoyed, Xia Zhiqing didn’t mind at all, instead felt a bit delighted.
She had been considering it.
Chen Mo could only turn to embrace Xia Zhiqing, imprinting on her lips, then slowly drawing close to the fair lady’s chest, his mind slightly alerted.
Xia Zhiqing’s heart raced, vacillated between rejection and acceptance, then Xia Zhining spoke up, "Don’t do it here."
Although she wasn’t in the mood, she found it "annoying" to watch.
Initially, Xia Zhiqing barely minded, but hearing her sister, her skin and face blushed very red, becoming vibrant as morning glow, bashfully said, "Husband, let’s go to my room."
Chen Mo nodded, and picking up Xia Zhiqing in a princess carry, headed to her chamber.
Upon entering, before the door even closed, Chen Mo put her down, kissed her, then lightly kicked the door shut while pivoting, pressing Xia Zhiqing against the door.
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