On July 8th, 1913, at noon, the Wang family was having lunch together when a young maid rushed in with news: "It's not good, Third Young Master's wife is going to give birth."

  Wang Long, the head of the family, was the first to hear this and almost didn't explode: "You rascal, Third Young Master's wife is about to give birth, it's a joyful occasion, why isn't it good?"

  The maid immediately knew she had misspoken and was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and didn't dare to speak again.

  Wang Longxian's mood was still okay: "You can withdraw now, don't follow me and get in the way."

  Then he said: "Boss, take everyone over and see if there's anything you can help with. When the baby is born, come tell me, go quickly."

  Wang Zhenkun was a bit of an idiot and couldn't even touch his own head, but he had no choice but to obey his father's orders, so he took his wife, younger brother and sister with him.

  Wang Zhenyu did something earth-shattering at this time. He didn't care about anything, nor did he care about the opinions of the midwife and his mother. He rushed in all of a sudden. He sat down on the bed with a thud, grasped Ye Ziyun's hand which was writhing in pain on the bed, and said softly: "Yunyun, don't be afraid, your husband is by your side, it doesn't hurt."

  Ye Zhiwen made an effort to look at Wang Zhenyu for two eyes, and didn't shout or call out anymore. Her facial expression was still painful.

  The midwife took a look and said, "This is the first time I've ever seen this. Can't be helped, the child still has to be born. Heat up some water."

  When Big Brother Wang Zhenkun and others rushed over, Mother Chen could only say excitedly outside the door: "It's terrible, Zhenkun! Your third brother has gone into the delivery room, it's all chaotic!"

  Wang Zhenkun looked and saw that they had all gone in, he couldn't just go in and drag the person out himself. He could only comfort his mother and wait with everyone outside for news.

  "Ah... Wang Zhenyu, you're such a big bad egg! Ah..." Ye Ziweng's shouting was heart-wrenching, but Wang Zhenyu admired her even more for not forgetting to scold him in this situation.

  At the most painful moment, Ye Zhiwen bit down on Wang Zhenyu's left arm, a deep row of tooth marks, almost biting off flesh, but Wang Zhenyu endured it without making a sound. Compared to his wife's pain during childbirth, this was nothing.

  "Wow..." With a baby's first cry, people outside the delivery room finally erupted in cheers.

  In the delivery room, Ye Zhiwen, who was covered in sweat, struggled to take a look at the child. Wang Zhenyu immediately asked the midwife to bring over the newly washed baby. The midwife said while holding the baby, "Congratulations, General! Congratulations, it's a boy!"

  Wang Zhenyu took a look and saw that the child was fair, tender and chubby, with tightly closed eyes. It was impossible to tell who he resembled at this point. Ye Ziyun looked at the child's small hands stretching out, then leaned back on the pillow, finally gazing deeply at Wang Zhenyu before falling asleep.

  A few minutes later, the door opened and Wang Zhenyu shouted to his relatives waiting in the living room on the first floor: "I, Wang Zhenyu, have a son! Haha haha haha!"

  Chen finally let out a breath and sat down on the British sofa sent by Liu Hongsheng from Shanghai to rest for a while. Even when his elder sister-in-law He Shi gave birth to Jing'an, she wasn't this excited. His elder brothers were busy going back to report the good news to their father Wang Longqian.

  It's no wonder that this family is so vulgar, the rise and fall of the entire Wang family are all pinned on Wang Zhenyu, according to the feudal remnants of thought, in the future when Wang Zhenyu gets old, the one who will inevitably take his place is his son, so the future rise and fall of the Wang family naturally also depend on this newborn child.

  Wang Zhenyu quietly looked at his own son, a strong sense of accomplishment and pride arose, this is the old man's seed, haha.

  "Scoundrel" was just getting into it, when a shout came from behind, Wang Zhenyu's neck shrunk back, and the one scolding him was none other than his own father, Wang Longxian.

  He immediately put on a smiling face and said to his father: "Father, why are you angry? Who made you unhappy? I'll go and deal with him."

  Wang Long glared at him and said: "You're also a father now, you can't do things so carelessly. Is the delivery room a place where men can enter?"

  Wang Zhenyu immediately bowed his head and said: "It was a mistake of the son, the son was wrong, and he will never make it again in the future."

  Wang Long saw that his son had admitted his mistake, so he didn't scold him anymore. He sat down and coughed, asking: "Has the child's name been chosen yet?"

  Wang Zhenyu is such a clever person, he knows the rules of this era, and naturally, it's up to the head of the household to name him. It's just that as the son, his power is too great, making the father, who is supposed to be the head of the household, seem like a mere figurehead, even needing to test the waters when giving their child a name.

  Wang Zhenyu smiled and said: "Please, Father, give me a name."

  Wang Long got his face in front of the whole family, feeling great, and personally wrote two big characters: "Respect Life"

  Wang Zhenyu looked at this name and thought it looked more and more like the name of a triad boss.

  For his own descendants, Wang Zhenyu's emphasis is unprecedented. A series of vaccine plans have been implemented, and the children in Xiangxi area have also benefited from Wang Jing Sheng's younger classmates, enjoying free vaccines and cowpox. The people in the health department are even more excited, and as a result, they have formulated a national fitness plan. The people in the financial office are furious: "You don't need to spend money on this!"

  Wang Zhenyu also had a number in his mind. Recently, various expenses have been quite large, with military expenditures being the biggest head. Because he voluntarily waived the miscellaneous taxes and handed over the land tax to local self-government, the main source of annual tax revenue is now only commercial tax of 200 million yuan. However, the annual expenditure of the army in peacetime is already 100 million, and recently, the military factory invested 70 million yuan in one go, just to prepare for expansion.

  Last year, 1 billion yuan was raised through the Xiangxi Development Company. Basically, up to now, 400 million yuan has been used up, and the financial pressure is unprecedentedly great.

  However, there's no way around it in this world; if you don't focus on military affairs, it means death. That would truly be the end of everything. Wang Zhenyu once again increased military spending, ordering the second phase of training for new recruits to end early and for all officers and new recruits to be assigned to combat units. As a result, the number of troops in Xiangxi reached 550,000, with monthly expenses reaching an astonishing 16 million. Ye Zuwen expressed concern about this, knowing that Lao Ye had been in a good mood lately, having moved his family from Wuhan and having his wife move into Wenlou to take care of Ye Ziyun who was about to give birth. So, at this time, something that could make Lao Ye worried must be really troublesome.

  Wang Zhenyu didn't make any explanation, he couldn't say that war would break out immediately, so at this time don't be stingy with money.

  Just as the Field Army was busy expanding its forces, in Anjiang, there was a department busier than the Field Army - the Military Intelligence Bureau.

  After He Jian became the head of this school, the Ministry of Etiquette allocated No. 21 Villa in the villa area to He Jian according to the standard for allocating villas. He Jian was very satisfied with this and sent his trusted followers back home to pick up his old father and others to come and enjoy the blessings together. At the beginning of this month, the whole family arrived at Anjiang and moved into No. 21 Villa.

  But He Jian no longer has the heart to reunite with his family, after Yuan Shikai ordered the removal of Li Liejun, Hu Hanmin and Bai Wenwei from their posts as military governors of Jiangxi, Guangdong and Anhui respectively at the end of June. He has been living in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, where the Military Affairs Bureau is located, for half a month now, and hasn't returned home even once, with his deputy Liu Junqiang going to his house to fetch clothes for him to change into. Under such circumstances, it's naturally impossible for him to join in the lively celebration of the birthday of the Commander-in-Chief's son.

  The current situation is extremely critical. Gong Peng, the head of the Military Affairs Section of the Changde Station, has completed many preparations. The First Division of the Mountain Defense Force, Li Zongren, and the Second Division, Bai Chongxi

  The two troops also completed their assembly in Anjiang. Although the specific combat plan is unclear, General's determination to take Changde is beyond doubt.

  Now it's just waiting for news from the south and action from the north, He Jian couldn't help but be on high alert, 120% focused, as he waited in his office.

  On July 12th, at noon, the weather was still extremely hot. The cicadas outside the window were chirping non-stop, and the office was stuffy and hot. He Jian sat motionless in his usual attire, staring at Gong Peng's secret letter: "The situation in Changde is quite complicated. Wang Zhenya (also known as Wang Zhengya), the garrison commander of Lixian County, has been occupying the county since 1912. The area is rich and prosperous, with an annual income of tens of millions. He has a large army of 12 battalions and 11,000 soldiers, mainly stationed in Lixian County. His deputy, Xing Heng, is Wang Zhenya's brother-in-law and was a close friend of the late general. However, due to fear of leaking information, no contact has been established yet. The most renowned person in Changde is Li Zhongzhong, who is currently serving as a member of parliament in Beijing."

  This verbose letter can actually make He Jian read with great interest, it's really speechless.

  At this time, Deputy Officer Liu Junqiang knocked on the door and then pushed it open: "Director, an urgent telegram from Nanjing Station."

  He Jian tapped his middle finger lightly on the desktop and let out a long sigh of relief: Finally came...

  "...Yuan Shikai usurped power, established a monarchy for himself, destroyed human morality, and secretly killed original heroes. He also unilaterally borrowed large sums of money, and hastily raised his own troops to defend himself, while the whole country joined forces to attack him. Commander-in-Chief Li Liejun of the Jiangxi Army against Yuan..."

  After listening to the telegram from the Nationalist Party, he let out a sigh of relief and ordered: "Deputy Liu, go get me a basin of water, I want to wash my face and shave. Also, if there's any telegram from Beijing, report it to me immediately. Get me that clean military uniform, and have the groom at the station wait for us. As soon as the telegram from Beijing arrives, we'll ride our horses to see the commander-in-chief."

  "Yes, Director, will carry out immediately."

  Liu Junqiang graduated from the Intelligence Department of the Army Officer School, and is now 20 years old. The reason he was assigned to be Vice Officer is simple: it's because he has a meticulous mind and an exceptionally good memory, which are exactly what He Jian needs and values most.

  The telegram from Beijing arrived at 4 pm. President Yuan Shikai said: "Now I see through Sun and Huang, they have no ability except making trouble. On the left is trouble, on the right is trouble. I am entrusted by the 400 million people, I cannot use the lives and property of the 400 million people to let them make trouble... If he organizes another government, I will rise up in arms against him."

  "Alright, let's go. He Jian pressed a button and the electric current stopped, then said to Liu Junqiang: 'Put it away, come with me to see the commander...'"