Looking at his brother’s appearance, it seemed possible he had charmed the little maidservant. Aunt Luo asked, "Are you confident the Princess of Zhen’s personal maid is interested in you?"
"Of course! Your brother has seen many women! That little girl’s eyes are practically glued to me!" Luo Fugui exaggerated boastfully with a triumphant expression, "She is definitely fond of me!"
Although Aunt Luo remained somewhat skeptical, there was no harm in trying. Perhaps the little maid did indeed fancy her brother.
"I’ll give it a try!" Aunt Luo raised her eyes to look at her brother, "You, don’t stir up trouble for me these days. The Princess of Zhen just arrived today. Our master won’t have time to see you. Go back first. Wait for my news!"
"Alright! Your big brother knows. In our family, you love your brother the most! If it works out, brother will surely repay you well!" Luo Fugui patted his chest and said.
That night, Dong Qingyue personally went to see Madam Dong, suggesting that Madam Dong go to Shuoyang with Bai Qingyan, as it would also be a chance to accompany Mrs. Dong.
After a brief hesitation, Madam Dong said, "I cannot leave. If I leave, what will people think of you, the Governor of Dengzhou, when the Rong invade? I have spent my whole life in Dengzhou and still hold some prestige. When you evacuate the people, I may not be able to do much, but I can at least rally the people to follow me before the Rong arrive. Otherwise, if you ask them to leave with just words, the older generation may not agree!"
The young people of Dengzhou might follow the Dong household women in evacuating, but the elderly who could not move would likely remain out of a hopeful yet misplaced belief they could stay safely.
"After all, they’ve lived here their whole lives. They are afraid they’ll never return even in death!" Madam Dong sighed.
The elderly believed in returning to their roots. Who knew when the war would end, and Dong Qingyue could not reveal his plans to the people.
The flickering candlelight in the room made Madam Dong’s deeply lined face appear even more furrowed. She turned to her second son with a smile, "If I stay, at least I can hold the fort for you. Each year I get older, my chances to help diminish. I do not wish to watch my son and grandson fight in peril while I hide in Shuoyang."
"Mother..." Dong Qingyue disliked hearing his mother speak of death.
"Alright, alright! I won’t say more! I know you don’t like hearing this. Neither does your sister nor your brother! So I will live well," Madam Dong smiled kindly, "Once Kid has settled in life, I can rest in peace."
Ultimately, Madam Dong was most worried about Bai Qingyan.
Dong Qingyue grasped her hand, "Mother, Kid inherits the kingly spirit of the King of Zhen, and her strategies surpass even his. Her ambitions extend beyond the inner chambers. But mother, look forward to the day Kid achieves fame with her talents. When that day comes, many women like you and Kid, intelligent and extraordinary, will have broader horizons! Imagine that, mother... what a sight it would be!"
When the news of the Empress of Xiliang’s ascension reached them, Madam Dong was deeply moved, stating the Empress would enable talented women in Xiliang to serve the nation. If there were no internal conflict, Xiliang would surely prosper.
"You think so..." Madam Dong’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced outside the ornate screen to confirm no one was near, then whispered, "Are you saying... Kid wishes to emulate the Empress of Xiliang?"
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