Chapter 1585 – Sherlock Yang Si
Little did they know that Yan Lin and Yang Tao were utterly shocked.
Child…
Taking the mother’s surname?
Unheard of!
Even in the case of a couple divorcing, there’s absolutely no way for a child to take the mother’s name. Could it be that Yang Si was merely fabricating stories about a wife and daughter?
Yang Tao, somewhat confused, covertly shot a questioning glance at his regained companion—how should they continue this topic?
Before long, Yang Si said, “A few years ago, I agreed to allow the female soldiers to establish their own households. Although it wasn’t perfect, having one household with two families is acceptable. My wife has a special background, so it’s unlikely she’ll register under my household, allowing the child to take her surname is fine.”
Upon hearing this, curiosity sparked in Yang Tao and Yan Lin regarding Yang Si’s rather discreet “wife.”
Interpreting Yang Si’s words, it appeared his wife was likely from the female barracks. Based on Yan Lin’s understanding of Yang Si, while he appeared casual, his standards were exceedingly high. It was improbable that his partner was an ordinary female soldier, but rather someone with military rank or even wielding power.
In chaotic times, regardless of gender, reaching this level was far from easy.
Because the world was harsher and more stringent on women, their efforts and hardships to reach the same heights surpassed those of men.
From this, one could only imagine how exceptional that woman might be—perfect in every way, yet, how could this blind fool—
How did Yang Si snatch her away?
Yan Lin had his reservations, while Yang Tao was far more casual, bluntly asking, “Then I’m quite curious, what is my esteemed wife’s name?”
Yang Si hesitated for a moment, after all, his relationship with Captain Jiang was one acknowledged by all, yet still waiting for public acknowledgment.
“My wife’s surname is Jiang.”
Warriors don’t indulge in formalities, but as a literary man, Yang Si couldn’t just casually disclose his wife’s name to other men.
Upon hearing that surname, both Yan Lin and Yang Tao simultaneously thought of a woman.
Yang Tao exclaimed in surprise, “Could it be Jiang Nongqin, Captain Jiang?”
Yang Si confirmed, “Indeed, she is my wife.”
While there weren’t many martial practitioners under Jiang Pengji, neither were they sparse. Aside from a few capable of independent command, most were from humble beginnings, with notable weaknesses—they could fight but could not lead. Jiang Nongqin, as the only female general in command of troops, naturally attracted attention.
Reports from scouts indicated this female general had always remained unmarried—when did she get a husband and a daughter?
Yang Tao looked at Yang Si with eager eyes.
If the earlier engagement was a joke, this was starting to feel rather serious.
Regardless, Yang Si had already agreed; Yang Tao merely needed to go with the flow.
Yang Si was in agony, trying to refuse, but Yan Lin kept interfering, leading the conversation far off course. Yang Si couldn’t even dive into thoughts about the earlier wet nurse—why was he thinking of that wet nurse? Surely not because he was interested, but rather for other reasons.
To elaborate, Yang Si had encountered two “mountain spirits.”
Although these “mountain spirits” meant no harm, there’s a saying—”Different tribes have different hearts.”
Yang Si couldn’t guarantee these “mountain spirits” wouldn’t create chaos at critical moments.
He meticulously recalled the brief interactions with the “mountain spirits,” trying to discern common characteristics.
With his sharp memory, recollecting details felt like dragging a cursor frame by frame in a video—nothing was overlooked.
Initially, he made little progress until today upon seeing that wet nurse. Inspiration struck, and he discovered a lead.
Did they share any common features?
Yes!
Whether it was the first “fisherwoman mountain spirit,” or the second “medic mountain spirit,” Yang Si had close encounters with both.
The first fisherwoman “mountain spirit” sat on the deck teaching Qi Kuang shipbuilding techniques, and Yang Si’s vantage point allowed him to catch a glimpse of her neck—it had a faint bluish hue, which he hadn’t paid much attention to back then. Who would have thought “mountain spirits” would show up so frequently?
The discovery of the second “medic mountain spirit” was purely accidental.
Yang Si noticed the person acted strangely. Not a member of the female barracks but possessed more advanced techniques in suturing injuries than the female medics. The transformed soldiers had gathered clues from fishermen, all reporting that this medic’s skills were average and lacked suturing experience. Thinking of the “mountain spirit,” Yang Si cleverly deceived her, and she revealed her true colors.
Yang Si had been close enough to see—the blue mark on the back of her neck confirmed his suspicions.
A few hours later, after the “mountain spirit” departed, the medic returned to normal.
Thus, it became evident that the “mountain spirits” had limited stay, corroborating the first “mountain spirit’s” claims.
Now, when it came to the third “wet nurse mountain spirit,” she kept her head bowed, her collar was quite short, revealing a section of blue markings.
Seeing this, Yang Si suddenly thought back to the previous two “mountain spirits.”
If this was indeed a mark of “mountain spirit” possession, didn’t it mean that this wet nurse had issues too?
Thinking of this, Yang Si discreetly probed Yang Tao, discovering through him that Yan Shuyao took the new nanny very seriously. Those with body odor, poor looks, lazy temperament, loose lips, or skin defects were all off the list. Among these, tattoos were treated as “skin defects.” In other words, the tattoo likely emerged only after being hired, as it wouldn’t make sense otherwise.
Even though Yang Si had no interest in flaunting tattoos like a rogue, he understood well that after ink is applied, the skin would experience discomfort needing time to heal. This wet nurse had only been in the role for a day or two; there simply hadn’t been time for the fresh tattoo to heal…
With all this reasoning, it was highly probable this wet nurse was indeed a “mountain spirit.”
Only wild spirits could pull off such absurdities.
Having reached this conclusion, Yang Si was rather keen to meet this “wet nurse mountain spirit.”
Oblivious to being observed by Yang Si, the Empress of the Mountain Spirit shivered slightly.
Yan Shuyao noticed the Empress looking a bit timid but quite proper, and since her son liked her milk, she allowed her to stay.
The Empress wasn’t much for conversation, but she could surely mimic the flirtatious banter from the Empress’s forums, which made Yan Shuyao laugh amid her recent gloom.
Five million idle folks secretly felt jealous, initially thinking the Empress’s live-streamed milk-giving would be a spectacle, only to turn around and find her flirting instead.
As if flirting wasn’t enough, the target of her affections was none other than Yang Tao’s wife, Yan Lin’s sister, spurring jealousy amongst their fans.
Soon enough, the Empress found herself in a bit of trouble.
Why, you ask?
Because Yang Si found an excuse to meet her.
The idle folks were instantly taken aback.
Could it be that the theme of today’s live stream was no longer “sexy Empress, live milk-giving” but rather “scoundrel Yang Si, live cheating”?
A big man suddenly wanting to see a married woman nursing at home surely sparked all sorts of imaginations.
The Empress, yet unsatisfied with the chaos, nervously asked, “If Yang Da wants to involve me under the table, would I comply or resist?”
The idle folks: “…”
Empress, have you forgotten your gender before time traveled?
