Listening to Zhe Yourong's reasoned words, Han Mo found himself quite speechless.
Ever since Zhe Yourong became pregnant, he felt his IQ had been plummeting. People said women became foolish for three years after giving birth, but Han Mo suddenly realized his own intelligence seemed to be declining in his case.
This was the Great Song Dynasty!
In this era, when a wife became pregnant, she would generally proactively find a trustworthy person to send into her husband's room.
This could be a trusted maidservant from her side or a trusted sister.
Han Mo had never shown any interest in Zhe Yourong's personal maidservant. Although Zhe Yourong felt a bit regretful about this, she didn't force the issue.
Conversely, after such a long period of interaction, Zhe Yourong had genuinely grown fond of the young maidservant, Chun Tao.
Chun Tao was diligent, loyal, and most importantly, after following Han Mo for so many years, even during his most difficult times, she had never shown any inclination to abandon him.
With someone like that by Han Mo's side, Zhe Yourong had no reason to worry.
"Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden today?"
Even with Han Mo's thick skin, he still felt a bit awkward discussing such a topic with his wife at this moment.
Even though he knew this was the Great Song Dynasty, Han Mo, who had grown up under the red flag, held very firm values.
Discussing the topic of taking a concubine with his original wife would, in later generations, even if not result in being chased with a knife, likely lead to a long period of sleeping separately.
"I'm just worried about you working too hard. If you're willing, I'll speak to Chun Tao tomorrow, and we can get things done these few days. What do you think?"
As Zhe Yourong said this, seeing Han Mo's embarrassed expression, she couldn't help but giggle beside him.
"Let's not do that..."
After taking a deep breath, Han Mo stood up again and embraced Zhe Yourong.
"In this era, giving birth is like facing death. While I can't do it for you, I can't do something like disregard you at this time. We can discuss this matter later..."
"Husband, you seem different from other men of this world..."
Although it was a simple expression of affection, it truly touched Zhe Yourong.
After thousands of years of patriarchal society, she had only heard of wives remaining chaste for their deceased husbands, but never of a man remaining chaste for his wife when she was pregnant.
"It's getting late. Your body is heavy, you should go to bed early..."
Han Mo gently kissed Zhe Yourong's hair and said softly.
"Mmm..."
Seeing the tenderness in Han Mo's eyes, Zhe Yourong seemed to have made a decision. With Han Mo's help, she slowly shed her clothes.
Han Mo stepped forward again, took the hot water bottle from the quilt, helped Zhe Yourong lie down slowly, then took off his own clothes and carefully lay down beside her.
"Mo Ge'er..."
Just as the candlelight was extinguished, Zhe Yourong suddenly leaned closer, reaching out to embrace Han Mo.
"Sleep..."
As Han Mo was about to say "sleep," Zhe Yourong's body slowly lowered, and she gently kissed Han Mo's face.
"Husband, you are the best husband in the world..."
This night's tenderness was too intimate to be spoken of to outsiders.
The passion of the night further deepened their bond.
It was a pity that in this chaotic world, such tender affection was destined not to last.
"Young Master, Feng Yuanbao is here!"
The next morning, as Han Mo finished breakfast and was preparing to go out for a stroll, Jiang Yan rushed over.
"He's coming at this time?"
"Should I send him away?"
Seeing Han Mo frowning, Jiang Yan quickly asked.
"There's no need for that. He's likely here for a reason. Take him to the side hall!"
Feng Yuanbao was experienced in human affairs. Han Mo believed he wouldn't come to find him at this hour without something urgent. After a moment's thought, he spoke.
"Yes!"
"Are you getting used to Mingzhou? This should be your first New Year's Day in Mingzhou, shouldn't it?"
Upon seeing Feng Yuanbao again, Han Mo asked with a smile.
"Your Excellency, as you know, your subordinate was originally a merchant! Although my business grew and I rarely left Bianliang City, I had traveled extensively before. Is there anything I wouldn't be used to?"
Hearing Han Mo's question, Feng Yuanbao smiled heartily and replied.
"Did you come today for a reason? If you have something to say, just say it!"
Seeing Feng Yuanbao hesitate, Han Mo suddenly said with a smile.
"Your Excellency, have you had a chance to look at that booklet?"
Hearing Han Mo's question, Feng Yuanbao spoke again.
"I had actually forgotten about that. Please wait here for a moment, and I'll go get it now!"
Reminded by him, Han Mo finally recalled the booklet Feng Yuanbao had given him. He had indeed forgotten about it.
"There's no need for such trouble. Your subordinate still has a copy. Perhaps Your Excellency could take a look first?"
Upon hearing Han Mo's words, Feng Yuanbao immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out another booklet.
"Alright, I'll look now!"
Seeing his slightly anxious face, Han Mo smiled and took it.
However, as soon as he opened the booklet, Han Mo's expression immediately turned serious.
"Where did you collect all this information from?"
Han Mo asked casually as he read the contents.
"Replying to Your Excellency, the preceding information was all heard from those Japanese. But Your Excellency can rest assured, all this content has been verified. Any uncertain information has been marked with red ink!"
Hearing Han Mo's question, Feng Yuanbao quickly replied.
"And the latter part, is that the plan you all devised?"
"Yes! Since everyone was idle, we thought it best to put this matter into action as soon as possible. Your Excellency, are there any omissions in the content here?"
As Feng Yuanbao spoke, he carefully observed Han Mo's expression. After all, the contents of the booklet were personally drafted by them. Japan and the Great Song had not yet established a tributary relationship, so their methods concerning the fate of those Japanese were rather ruthless.
"Overall, there don't seem to be any major issues, only the methods..."
Han Mo paused here. At this, Feng Yuanbao's heart leaped into his throat.