She had grown accustomed to his indifferent and imperious demeanor and chuckled lightly.
"You told him you're willing to bear children for me?"
Ye Yiheng held her hand and walked toward the bedroom.
"I said you are my husband, and in the future, you will be the father of my children, shouldn't I say it?"
Leng Yu Yan's voice was very soft, afraid that he might get angry.
"You can say that." Finally, a hint of a smile appeared on Ye Yiheng's face.
To Ji Qingyu, the invisible dagger to the heart was precisely the words Yanyan had just said.
If he guessed correctly, Ji Qingyu must be so furious right now that he's coughing up blood.
Just as Ye Yiheng anticipated, as soon as Ji Qingyu entered the horse carriage, he staggered, leaning against the carriage wall, a sweet taste of blood surging up his throat.
Seeing their own Commandery Prince vomit a mouthful of fresh blood, Leng Song got quite a fright.
