Fu Yaxuan thought for a while and said seriously: "Because my sister-in-law can't stand your arrogance and pretentiousness. [26nbsp;23]"

"To be honest, your sister-in-law has been married for two years and has nothing to do. There are three unfilial piety, and the worst is not having an offspring. She wants to take a concubine for me and pass on the incense to the Fu family." Fu Jianfei sighed, with a resolute expression on his face.

Full of helplessness.

Yaxuan screamed strangely: "It's only been two years, I thought it was twenty years. You two are still so young, and no one is forcing you to have children. Isn't it good to live in a world of two?"

"It would be great if your sister-in-law could think like you do." He now has a headache whenever he sees a woman.

"After I get married, I will definitely not have a child so soon and become a child slave." Fu Yaxuan's modern ideas emerged, and she forgot for a moment that there was a pair of gloomy eyes staring at her.

"Say what you just said again." A tall black shadow loomed over her head, and Cui Moyao's tall and majestic body slowly approached her.

"Say...what?" She gasped.

"You don't plan to have my child?" the man roared, suppressing his full anger.

She had never planned to have a child, let alone have a child with an ancient person. It was so painful to have a child. Not having a child was not a big deal. If you like it, just go to the orphanage and adopt one.

But people in ancient times seemed to be particularly nervous about this, and some had difficult births and wanted the child instead of the mother. In ancient times, women were just tools to carry on the family line, how sad.

"I'm the one who gave birth to you now, not you. Of course, I have the final say." She met his gaze without fear. She didn't understand what it meant to be reserved as a woman, let alone what it meant to be submissive.

Seeing that something was wrong, Fu Jianfei immediately left the battlefield to avoid becoming cannon fodder. He said, "It's very late. I'm going to bed. I'll give this room to you. Don't play too late and take care of yourself." After that,

Run away quickly.

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. Bao Qingtian can also solve household chores.

"You are already married to me. I am your husband. Men are heaven and women are earth. Of course, I have the final say." Cui Moyao said with a cruel smile.

"If you want to give birth, give birth to yourself."

"This is a wife's basic responsibility." Cui Moyao became even more angry. In the blink of an eye, he walked around the round table, grabbed her delicate hand, and clamped it behind her back.

"Then you and Princess Anping are married. I think she will be happy to have children for you." Fu Yaxuan was angry, her eyes wide open with sparks of anger.

"She's not worthy yet." He raised his eyebrows and smelled a hint of sourness.

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Damn it, why did she look at him with a pair of stubborn eyes, as if she regarded him as a poisonous snake and beast.

"You are not allowed to look at me like this." He cursed in a low voice and lifted her onto the bed.

"You...what do you want to do?" Fu Yaxuan struggled weakly.

"Do something that will allow you to have a baby." Cui Moyao, whose lips were raised, showed a weird smile.

"Wha...what?" There was a hint of uneasiness in her trembling voice, as if she had accidentally walked into a trap set by someone. He was still injured.

"I want you, now." His dark eyes were filled with deep desire, and he looked at her small face, which was as thin as fat and was filled with crimson surprise.

"But...your injury..." She blushed and lowered her head, looking so shy and charming.
Chapter completed!