Nan Yi grabbed his shirt by the chest and punched him repeatedly. "I'm crazy, yeah, I'm crazy. How can I not be crazy about something so shameful? The girl who serves me will sleep with me in the future. Where will I put my face? Tell me, huh?"

This kind of plot, which only appears in TV dramas and novels, was presented to her in a bloody way, shattering her worldview. She couldn't accept it.

What is Nara trying to do? Is she deliberately trying to disgust her?

Great, M, she succeeded. Nan felt like throwing up the food she had eaten the night before.

Yinzhen grabbed her hand that was hitting him. Tong Shi was very strong, and he was about to vomit blood. "Calm down, I have refused this. Girl, you should get married as soon as possible. I will not go back on my word."

He was truly wronged. The princess only mentioned it briefly, how did it reach her ears? It seems he needs to thoroughly clean up the inner quarters.

"I don't want to calm down. What do you call this? One thing after another is challenging my mental limits. I'm sorry, I don't have the great magnanimity of a princess. I can't bear it. Not taking you all to myself is already my greatest tolerance. And I even sent the maid to your bed. You might as well just kill me. After I close my eyes, even if you go to sleep with the widow Liu who sells pork in the alley, I won't care."

"Nonsense, shut up, shut up, are you trying to drive me crazy?" As she spoke more and more outrageously, Yinzhen's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

There are plenty of innocent girls out there, he needs to sleep with widows. No, he's so angry he's lost his mind, this has nothing to do with widows.

Nan Yi roared, "Tell me to shut up after I'm dead." She thought to herself, "I'd rather you die of anger. Even if you die of anger, I'd rather be a widow than suffocate."

The fourth uncle, his brows furrowed in anger, pointed at her hand, which trembled before finally falling limply to the ground.

He took a deep breath, pulled the flushed-cheeked Tong Shi into his arms, and squeezed out the words through his teeth, "If I die young, it will definitely be because of you."

Nan Yi, still angry, pinched his waist hard.

"Hiss~~" Yinzhen gasped. That barbaric woman, that spot must be bruised.

"Then explain yourself properly. If you don't give a clear explanation, I won't let you have it." Nan Yi lowered her hands and let him hug her, her eyes fixed on him fiercely.

Yinzhen patted her buttocks, still angry, "If you had asked earlier, would I not have told you? You argue with me over every little thing that happens to you. Can't you be a little calmer?"

When Tong's temper flared up, he really couldn't handle it. When she got angry, she never thought before she spoke and dared to say anything.

He once again questioned the Tong family's upbringing; this crudeness was unlike that of someone raised in the Tong family.

Disdain? I've never even considered that. How strange.

Could it be true, as Tong said, that he was so hungry he would eat anything?

Yinzhen began to doubt his own taste.

He preferred the gentle and dignified type, such as Li Shi, Nian Shi, and Xiao Li Jia Shi, who were gentle and obedient.

One Tong is enough. Really, he's fallen for her.

"Go ahead and say it, are you feeling guilty?" Nan Yi pinched his face, pulled it on both sides, and said in a harsh voice, "Speak up, I don't have much patience."

"Actually, it's nothing. The Fujin said she has the appearance of being a fertile mother." Yinzhen simply picked her up and walked to the bedside.

Since it was getting late, he decided to stay at Tong's place.

Nan Yi was taken aback. "You're short of sons? No way! I have three sons and three daughters in my backyard, but the Eighth Prince's mansion doesn't have a single child. I heard that the First Prince and the Ninth Prince also don't have any sons. What's the rush?"

Yinzhen was a little tired today. He put Tongshi on the bed, took off his outer robe, and then took off Tongshi's clothes. "Many children bring many blessings, don't you understand?"

"Hey, what are you doing?" Nan Yi hugged her chest, backed away, and looked at him with a defiant gaze. "I'm not in the mood today, don't try anything with me."

"Ahhhhhh!" Nan Yi rubbed his forehead, wondering why he had to hit someone again.

"I'm tired today, I'm not in the mood to touch you." Yinzhen said irritably, he draped her outer robe over the bed frame and rolled her into the quilt.

After their argument, the two acted as if nothing had happened, calmly chatting away. "My brother and his wife are very loving, and he is very devoted to my sister-in-law. Although he dotes on her, he has harmed her. She has given birth to three daughters in three years. Her pregnancy is so frequent that her body can't handle it."

“There’s nothing we can do about it here.” Nan Yi nestled in his arms and sighed. The preference for sons over daughters is deeply ingrained and unavoidable even in modern times, let alone in feudal society or the royal family.

Of course, on the other hand, in this era, women from wealthy families were generally frail and spent their days hiding in their boudoirs, never venturing out of their homes.

It's quite normal for a woman who is physically weak and easily frightened, gets married early, and becomes pregnant and gives birth before her bones are fully developed to be unable to withstand the strain.

In modern times, having four, five, six, seven, or eight children wouldn't necessarily cause any problems.

In her previous life, she had a senior brother. Her grandmother gave birth to nine sons. In those days, times were tough, and hunger was common. Seven of the nine sons survived.

When it was her senior's turn, his mother had also given birth to six children—five sons and one daughter—and they were all doing well.

Even in the Qing Dynasty, rural women gave birth to many children, and many of those children survived.

"And then there's Eighth Brother. He got married two years later than me, and his harem is empty. Do you think he feels good about that?" Yinzhen continued.

“You’re not him, how do you know he’s suffering? They don’t have children, but the couple still live happily. I admire them. And the Eighth Prince’s wife, she dares to think and act, monopolizing the Eighth Prince. That’s a real woman, so awesome.”

Yiren once whispered in her ear that the Eighth Prince's wife had refused the concubine that Consort Liang had given to the Eighth Prince.

Nan Yi gave a thumbs up. In this era, the Eighth Prince's wife's actions were unconventional. Although the reputation of a jealous woman was not good, in her opinion, reputation couldn't put food on the table, and she was happy as long as she was doing well.

Yinzhen tightened his grip on her, his eyes deep and unfathomable, revealing neither joy nor anger. He said softly, "Exclusivity is impossible. Eighth Brother has no concubines, but Consort Liang has bestowed four maids upon him."

Nan Yi dismissed it, saying, "What's wrong with a concubine? As long as he doesn't sleep with her, that's fine."

“But my eighth brother has no children yet, which makes Father very angry. Next year is the year for the imperial selection of concubines, and Father will surely bestow a concubine upon him.”

"A bestowed concubine? What? Does that mean you'll be granted one too?" Nan Yi asked in a trembling voice.

Yinzhen didn't say anything, he just held her tighter.

"How could this be? Last year you married Lady Nian into the household, along with Consort Geng and Consort Niohuru. This year, Consort De bestowed two concubines upon you, and there will be more next year. Two concubines every year, twenty in ten years, forty in twenty years... Adding those already in the household, oh my god! You should leave. I don't want to see you for the time being."

With dozens of concubines, even if you slept with them all in a month, you still couldn't finish. Did ancient emperors have short lifespans?

The one next to me doesn't seem to live long either.

Yinzhen's face twitched. He no longer knew what to say to shut her up. He flipped over and pinned her hands above her head, one hand gripping tightly while the other tried to tear off her white nightgown.

Nan Yi was startled. "Hey, what are you doing? Didn't you say the timing was wrong?"

"It's alright, I have other methods," Yinzhen said in a deep voice.

"......"