Chapter 245: My Own Palace Is Here

In the afternoon, Gao Yang woke up from his nap.

Xiang Lan hurriedly brought the already prepared dishes from the back kitchen to serve Gao Yang.

"Princess, are you really pregnant?"

She knows how much the Princess longs for a child, but unfortunately has never been able to fulfill that wish.

She didn't expect that today the Princess would suddenly say she is pregnant.

"Hmm, my husband personally confirmed it, so there can be no mistake," Gao Yang gently stroked his own belly, his face full of smiles.

"That's wonderful," Xiang Lan said, happy for Gao Yang. "If His Majesty and Her Majesty learn of it, they will surely be pleased as well."

"By the way, Princess, would you like to find a time to return to Chang'an with Lord Bo?"

"This matter still needs to be reported to His Majesty and Her Majesty, as a sign of respect."

Hearing this, Gao Yang thought for a moment and said, "It's not urgent; I'll discuss it with my husband and see when he is free."

Having an official Imperial son-in-law and a normal pregnancy within marriage actually doesn't involve that many rules.

Even not reporting it is fine.

As Xiang Lan said, this practice is merely a show of respect.

"Hmm, as long as the Princess has a plan, that's fine." Xiang Lan said, no longer speaking, handed chopsticks to Gao Yang, then slowly stepped back behind her.

Gao Yang took a few bites, found them quite to her taste and the flavor rather good, and on a whim asked, "These don't seem to be dishes made by Zhang."

Xiang Lan replied with a smile, "Your Highness, indeed these aren't dishes made by Zhang Yi; they were prepared personally by Lord Bo for you."

"I, the maid, brought them over as soon as you woke up."

Gao Yang paused briefly while picking up the food, felt a slight warmth in her heart, and calmly said, "Hmm, the taste is far better than Zhang Yi's."

"However, I still prefer Zhang's dishes; in the future, have him do less of this useless work, and if he has too much free time, let him go out and attend to proper matters."

Xiang Lan, hearing this, didn't know what expression to make.

It's obvious that Gao Yang prefers Chen Yan's cooking, yet she insists on saying she likes Zhang Yi's dishes; everyone can see what her motive is, right?

Isn't it just that she doesn't want Chen Yan to go into the kitchen?

Seriously, can you lose a piece of meat?

Xiang Lan shook her head helplessly; she had no way to deal with Gao Yang.

"By the way, has the husband gone out?" Gao Yang asked.

"No, Princess," Xiang Lan replied, "Lord Bo hasn't left today; he's currently teaching the little Princess and Zhao Qing Yue some… hmm, strange knowledge."

"What strange knowledge? Is it that so‑called lun words?"

"Well… I don't know how to explain," Xiang Lan hesitated, "Lord Bo is reciting something with the little Highness and Zhao Qing Yue… one by one gets one, two by two gets two."

"There is also some mechanics, levers; I don't quite understand, but I see Lord Bo teaching very earnestly, and the little Highness listening attentively as well."

Gao Yang was puzzled for a moment, then recalled something, nodded slightly, "Then we needn't worry about them; my husband once said he would teach Sizi knowledge to master his own destiny."

"I suppose that's because you don't understand them."

"…uh, these pieces of knowledge are indeed too strange," Xiang Lan said gloomily, "Some things Lord Bo says are truly beyond comprehension."

"If those words didn't come from Lord Bo, I would certainly think the speaker is mad."

Gao Yang became fully interested, "What else did he say?"

Xiang Lan: "Lord Bo said that, in a sense, we are similar to fish; fish live in water, while we live in invisible air."

"Humans cannot live without air, just as fish cannot live without water; without it, we would die."

"Lord Bo also said that we actually live on a huge sphere, but the sphere is so large that it's hard to perceive."

Gao Yang's expression instantly became subtle.

If she could understand the earlier air analogy, the later claim that people live on a huge sphere was beyond her comprehension.

People have some awareness of air, like the 'Heavenly Qi' and 'Earth Qi' in the Huangdi Neijing.

But living on a gigantic sphere—what nonsense is that?

If Chen Yan is right, wouldn't everyone fall off?

No wonder Xiang Lan says Chen Yan's teachings are strange.

"Princess, should we try to stop Lord Bo a bit?" Xiang Lan asked cautiously, "After all, Lord Bo also taught the little Highness…"

Chen Yan's instruction corrupted Qing Yue without consequence, because Qing Yue is merely a servant's daughter of low status, whereas Sizi is the legitimate daughter of Empress Changsun.

A parody version of lun words made them lose control, even Princess Changle got angry.

If Chen Yan continues to teach random knowledge, what if His Majesty and Her Majesty learn of it and blame him?

Gao Yang shared the same worry, but after a brief hesitation she shook her head and said, "Forget it, let's not interfere."

"I trust he knows what he's doing and won't keep messing up repeatedly."

"Perhaps we truly live on a huge sphere; we just don't understand it."

"Princess, do you also believe Lord Bo's words?" Xiang Lan asked incredulously.

"He is my husband; of course I follow him!" Gao Yang said lightly, "Even if it's unbelievable, so what?"

"As long as he thinks it's right, I will support it."

"Moreover, why do you assume that whatever my husband says must be false?"

"Don't forget, my husband has already done countless unimaginable things."

"As for teaching incorrectly, Mother Empress would blame…" Gao Yang smiled faintly while looking at the meticulously prepared dishes before her.

"I have my own palace to rely on!"

Xiang Lan, after hearing that, said with a grin, "Princess, you seem to have a… blind trust in Lord Bo."

"And your relationship with Lord Bo has grown stronger, hasn't it?"

"It's not that I have blind trust in him; it's that we can't understand him," Gao Yang shook her head, "Do you recall shortly after our marriage, I asked him why he placed a large jar in the room?"

He said inside it was a grain seed, a grain seed that could yield over a thousand jin per mu.

At that time I didn't believe it at all and mocked his fanciful ideas.

But last month he carefully planted it, and the so‑called Potato matured; after digging it up it completely shattered my preconceived notion.

According to my husband's words, he only planted a single seed, yet harvested a whole series of Potatoes; that level of yield, if there were enough grain seed, would definitely reach over a thousand jin per mu.

He paused at this point, and Gao Yang, full of emotion, said: "So, sometimes many things are merely beyond our understanding; that doesn't mean they don't exist."

"Take that Potato, for instance—if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who could believe that such a tuber could yield a thousand jin per mu, far surpassing the current highest‑yielding grain?"