Main World.
Winter, Year 23 of Konoha.
New Capital, British Continent.
Consort Jin's bedchamber, Imperial Palace.
The snow outside fell harder and harder, covering the rooftops and streets of New Capital in a vast white silence. The fire burned brightly, and the occasional crackle of firewood sounded especially clear in the warm room. Tsunade sat at the dressing table, holding a wooden comb as she slowly combed her long golden hair. In the mirror, a trace of fatigue showed on her face-a symptom of early pregnancy. She was pregnant again. With Toyotomi Yinglang's seed.
Sakura Haruno sat beside her, holding a cup of hot tea, the same fatigue on her face. She was pregnant too. The two exchanged a glance and sighed at the same time.
"That man of yours came by again?" There was a hint of resignation in Tsunade's voice.
"He did." Sakura Haruno set down her teacup. "Said he wanted to set up some 'All Shinobi World Medical Corps.'"
The corner of Tsunade's mouth twitched. "He told me too."
The two fell silent for a moment.
"Is he plotting something?" Tsunade's brows furrowed slightly.
"When isn't he plotting something?" Sakura Haruno's voice was calm.
The two fell silent again.
The study, Imperial Palace.
Toyotomi Yinglang sat behind the desk, toying with a dark purple Soul Yin Stone. A faint smile lingered on his lips, his gaze resting on Tsunade and Sakura Haruno, who stood opposite him with their bellies protruding. There was no tenderness in his eyes, only scrutiny-not a husband looking at his wives, but a designer looking at finished products.
"The All Shinobi World Medical Corps." His voice was calm. "I'm going to fund Relief Stations across the entire Shinobi World."
Tsunade's brows furrowed slightly. "You're that kindhearted?"
"Kindhearted?" Toyotomi Yinglang laughed.
"No. They'll