Xiao Chonghuan deeply regretted marrying such a venomous woman, who rendered him infertile. As for the death of his biological son Xiao Jingyuan, he also bore much of the responsibility. He was so furious and grief-stricken that he wanted to tear Shen Yun to pieces. "Lady, do not cry."
Bending down, he helped Shen Yun up from the ground as she clung to his thigh.
"Master?" Shen Yun saw his gentle facial expression and looked at him with doubt. Could it be that her husband believed her? In reality, she had secretly put medicine in her husband's food to render him infertile, because he always liked getting involved with the servant girls. If it hadn't been for this drastic measure, who knows how many children he would have fathered, "You believe me now?"
Xiao Chonghuan embraced her, "We are old now, you've said we have been husband and wife for decades."
