Facing Meng Zhuqing's anger, Tobanya's demeanor returned to its usual coolness. After a while, she lowered her eyes, not meeting Meng Zhuqing's gaze, and whispered, "I want you to have a child."
Meng Zhuqing immediately said, "I don't want a child, I only want you!"
Tobanya's heart trembled.
Meng Zhuqing continued, "We already agreed on these matters before. Consider it my plea to you; can we stop dwelling on this? We're doing fine as we are. I know you're feeling bad, but compared to having a child, I truly prefer being with you."
"You can take a concubine and still be with me. I don't..." Unable to meet Meng Zhuqing's gaze, Tobanya bowed her head again, her voice barely audible, "I don't mind."
But Meng Zhuqing still heard her last three words clearly.
Meng Zhuqing was immediately infuriated again, and asked through gritted teeth, "You truly don't mind?"
