Lu Yuyan sighed softly, "Let me think of another way."
Zhu Yu smiled bitterly: "Don't bother. If Father doesn't want me to have any children, then so be it."
"Zhu Yu!" Lu Xiaoyun called out urgently.
Zhu Yu felt extremely distressed. He closed his eyes, swallowed the bitter taste rising in his throat, and shook his head. His father had always been wary of him.
The most effective way is to prevent him from having children.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Zhu Yu sat there in a daze.
After a long while, Lu Xiaoyun pulled Lu Yuyan up: "Yuyan, let Zhu Yu have some peace and quiet. Let's go out first."
Lu Yuyan didn't know what to say. He had been poisoned for too long, ten years. If it had been two or three years, he was confident that he could have forced the poison out of his sister's body little by little without the four-colored herb.
But ten years has passed; it's seeped into his very bones.
"Sister, let's go to your study. I need to take your pulse again and draw some blood. I'll prepare a few prescriptions to try first."
Lu Xiaoyun nodded.
Zhu Yu sat on the edge of the bed like a wooden sculpture.
He will never have any more children in his life, which is more painful for a man than death.
He wanted to keep Lu Xiaoyun, but what reason did he have to keep her now?
How painful would it be for a woman who doesn't have her own children to look at other people's children in the future?
He already owed her so much, how could he bear to make her suffer any more?
He could be childless, but Lu Xiaoyun, she's so good, how could she be childless, how could she be without his own flesh and blood?
The lingering memories of their earlier entanglement still lingered between his lips and teeth as he painfully closed his eyes.
Fine, let her go.
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