Bear You a Few Children

An Yi secretly wiped away a bead of cold sweat and silently backed toward the door, figuring the Prince probably didn’t want him lingering here either.

Sheng Yanhuan slowly sat down, her eyelids drooping as she propped her chin on one hand.

“If you don’t come out soon, I’m going back to the palace to sleep. It was just a kiss—was it really such a big deal?” She was exasperated, but she had no idea what Qi Mohan was thinking. Could he still be a...

Sheng Yanhuan jolted. Oh, right. He’d been struck by that cold poison when he was young; perhaps he’d never even had the chance.

“Your Highness, what are you talking about?” a cool male voice sounded behind her.

Sheng Yanhuan: ...

“I didn’t say anything.”

Qi Mohan lowered his eyes, his gaze resting on her silky black hair. His eyes were a quiet, deep pool, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

“Meng Hongyi is going to move against the Sheng family.”

Sheng Yanhuan’s expression changed drastically. She tried to stand, but a pair of large hands behind her pressed her firmly back onto the throne...