The Whispers of A Baby (Yang Yuting ) Novel

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“Have you decided on the child’s name?” Zhang Ling looked at him. 

Yang Mingrui fell silent for a moment. 

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Before he could respond, the “Master is quite concerned about. 

Servant behind Yang Mingrui spoke i Madam’s pregnancy. The child hasn’t even been born yet, but he had been up all night in the study thinking of a name.” 

“Master even went through several books,” the servant added. 

“Be quiet!” Yang Mingrui’s expression darkened, and he sharply reprimanded the servant. 

As the servant raised his eyes, he saw his master’s face looking grim, as if a storm was about to break. He couldn’t help but wonder, Didn’t he spend three days just to decide on a name? 

Seeing Zhang Ling’s startled reaction, Yang Mingrui shook his head and said, “I wanted to give you a surprise, but this fool blurted it out. 

“She’s the long–awaited daughter of our family. How about we name her Yang Yuting? It implies morning. symbolising hope.” 

Zhang Ling lowered her head slightly, her eyes turning red. 

Upon hearing the name, she gripped the quilt on the bed tightly, her fingers turning white. 

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly. 

She had visited Yang Mingrui’s study before. 

The room was stacked with thick piles of white paper, each filled with names. 

Yang Xinru, a name that exuded elegance and charm, intelligence and affection. 

Yang Pengqing, symbolised knowledge and courtesy, like a kite soaring high. 

Each name was carefully chosen, carrying all his hopes and blessings. 

But for my daughter… 

Yuting, meaning “morning sun.” 

Back when he named the three children, she wasn’t satisfied with their names. Now, she didn’t want to settle for anything less for her daughter. 

“How about… Before she could finish her words, cheerful babbling filled her ears. 

“Yes, yes, yes. I want to be called Yuting. I like it. Mother, Mother, I want to be called Yang Yuting… The little one exerted all her strength, stretching out her tiny hands and happily calling out.. 

Zhang Ling sighed and nodded, acknowledging her daughter’s name. 

“Look at how happy she is. Let’s go with Yuting.” Zhang Ling gently nudged her daughter’s nose, and the 

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Her tiny fingers just about managed to wrap around Zhang Ling’s index finger. 

She pressed the index finger against her soft cheek. ‘Mother, don’t cry. Mother, don’t be scared. I will protect you…! 

I’m super, super, super, super, super amazing! The little one boasted proudly. 

Zhang Ling’s eyes still glistened with tears. 

Hearing Yang Yuting’s words, she couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spreading inside. 

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“My love, you’ve been working hard lately. With so much to handle at the court, I might be quite busy this month.” Yang Mingrui showed a rare trace of guilt colouring his tone. Whenever he wore such an expression, Zhang Ling would remind him to prioritise his responsibilities over personal matters. 

Little did she know, he had been giving all his time to his mistress. 

Her virtue had ironically backfired on her. 

“We are husband and wife, how could I blame you? But, poor our Yuting, Zhang Ling murmured as she caressed her daughter with a sad look. 

Yang Mingrui glanced at the bundled–up Yang Yuting. 

He couldn’t help but draw comparisons. 

Interestingly, Yang Yuting and Yang Xinru were born on the same day, both born yesterday. 

Yang Xinru was born all red, probably not fully developed yet, her skin wrinkled, and she cried like a little kitten. 

Yang Yuting, on the other hand, was born chubby and fair–skinned, her complexion like snow, even her eyebrows were thick and her eyelashes were long. 

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With bright, sparkling eyes that showed no fear, she truly was as lovely as a fairy. 

Yang Mingrui glariced at her briefly, then looked away. 

My Xinru is different. 

A hint of warmth surged in Yang Mingrui’s heart. 

“I feel sorry for Yuting. I will make it up for her. I will give her the Hot Spring Villa as compensation,” Yang Mingrui said with a smile as he held her affectionately. 

“You should thank your father. There are over a hundred acres of land around the Hot Spring Villa, and our father is being very generous, all for you, little one,” Zhang Ling said, causing Yang Mingrui to frown. 

He had only intended to give the hot spring villa. 

Zhang Ling had spoken, so he didn’t object. 

But the villa was originally meant for Xinru, it seemed like he would need to find another gift. 

“Whoa! This cursed father is loaded! 

Yang Mingrui was dumbfounded for a moment, feeling a sudden warmth spreading over his body. 

His expression stiffened, his eyes widening as he glanced down at the baby in his arms, who grinned toothlessly. 

“Oh dear, she peed, she peed. Xu Jia rushed forward to take the baby away. 

Yang Mingrui’s expression darkened, suppressing his irritation, yet unable to confront a newborn. 

Zhang Ling secretly suppressed a smile behind her hand. 

“My Lord, please go change your clothes, she said quietly. 

Once Yang Mingrui left, Zhang Ling gently patted Yang Yuting’s bottom. “You little troublemaker.” 

‘Serves him right, serves him right! He deserves it for not cherishing my beautiful mother!‘ 

After Yang Mingrui changed his clothes and left, Zhang Ling’s brows furrowed in disappointment. 

“Go see where Lord Yang went,” Zhang Ling instructed. 

Xu Jia obediently complied, and Jiang Ning, quick–witted as ever, promptly followed suit. 

Shortly after, they returned to report. “He went to Virtuous Hall,” Virtuous Hall was where Old Madam Yang resided. 

“When Lord Yang left, he took Old Madam Yang’s prayer beads. They say her mood was extremely good and she rewarded them to Lord Yang.” 

Zhang Ling felt a weight settle in her heart. Sensing her distress, Jiang Ning advised, “Lord Yang must have 

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Chapter 9 A Taboo 

In Marquess Yang’s mansion, there was a taboo. 

Madam bore three sons and a daughter. 

Their eldest, Yang Thojian, was born bright and clever. For those years, Yang Mingrui seemed to have genuine affection for him. 

However, tragedy struck when he was nine years old. He fell into the water and became an imbecile. 

He was confined within the mansion, incapable of tending to his own needs. He became a silent source of anguish, a taboo, in the family’s midst. 

Zhang Ling had once pleaded with Old Madam Yang for the beads, but she insisted the accident was Taojian’s fate. 

For three days and nights, Zhang Ling knelt to plead, yet her pleas went unanswered. 

These beads were a gift from the abbot of the Protector Monastery, said to contain one thousand and eight pearls, each exceedingly precious. 

The Protector Monastery was a royal temple, universally respected throughout the capital. With the status of the Marquess Yang, how could they have obtained such a precious item from there? 

At that time, the old abbot took just one look at Old Madam Yang and said the house of Marquess Yang would have immense wealth and great opportunities in the future, with future generations blessed with 

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So, he gifted her the string of prayer beads. 

She cherished it dearly. 

But today, she gave it away. 

It weighed heavily on Zhang Ling’s heart. 

That night, Hu Yue returned. 

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