"Are there any better ones?"

Zong Zhengli returned to the room and looked at Qin Ye, who was sitting on the bedside, holding a cup of hot brown sugar water and sipping it. He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked the corner of the quilt for her.

Qin Ye lowered his eyes slightly, his lips lightly touched the rim of the cup, and said softly:

"I'm sorry to spoil your fun..."

The tone was droopy and listless.

But a hint of luck and relief flashed across her eyes.

Before, she took the initiative to kiss him because she remembered her menstrual period, delaying time and wanting to take a gamble.

If the bet is won, the matter will be solved on its own.

If her period hadn't come, she might have attacked him directly, knocked him out with drugs, and left tonight...

fortunately.

Menstruation is very regular.

Her face was full of regret, and she said dejectedly: "I didn't want this to happen, I'm sorry..."

She expressed vividly how she wanted to be with him but was helpless because of the arrival of her period.

Instead of doubting, Zong Zhengli was very happy.

"Silly, you don't have to tell me this." He rubbed her head gently.

He was already very satisfied that she accepted him.

"These few days are your special period. Rest well and don't hug Ziye. Let the palace maids do everything. Just tell them what you want to eat or what you want."

"I will be leaving for the battle in five days. Wait for me to come back."

He hugged her.

Tonight, he wanted to sleep with her.

However, Ziye kept making a fuss at night and cried for his mother. He had to lie next to his mother and sleep with her before he could feel at ease.

In desperation, Zong Zhengli had to give up his position.

Sitting in front of the bed, watching over the mother and daughter.

Ziye held his mother's arm tightly, looking so alert, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch his mother away.

"You little thing, why don't you go to sleep?"

Zong Zhengli cursed him in a low voice.

Zong Zheng Ziye's eyes were wide open, bright and energetic.

That look seemed to say:

I won’t sleep!

Not only does he not sleep, but he also monopolizes his mother.

What can you do to me?

"When I come back from the battle, the place where you lie will be mine." He said angrily, "Xiao Ye, tell him not to be so cocky, or I won't be able to swallow this anger."

Qin Ye heard this and felt both amused and annoyed:

"How old are you? Why are you still angry with a child? Aren't you afraid that this will get out and make people laugh?"

As the king of a country, he is jealous of a child.

"I don't care," he said persistently, frowning, "When I return from the war, he won't be able to sleep with you anymore."

"Okay, okay, okay. All up to you, all up to you." Qin Ye smiled indulgently.

He touched Zi Ye's head with his left hand and patted Zong Zheng Li's shoulder with his right hand, treating them both equally.

Zong Zhengli was extremely addicted to her favor.

He grabbed her little hand, rubbed her warm palm tenderly, slowly bent down, and rested his head on her side.

Breathing in her scent, I feel particularly at ease.

"Ono."

He spoke.

"Hmm?" Qin Ye glanced sideways.

He said: "If I fight with Zong Zhengchen, no matter who is better, whether I win or lose, I will not use you and your son to threaten Zong Zhengchen."

Qin Ye's breathing tightened.

She always believed that she and Zi Ye were walking hostages in this palace.

Who knew he would suddenly say these words to her...

She would never respond to his feelings, and even pretended to be affectionate to deceive him. Seeing him sinking into her arms step by step, she actually felt a sense of guilt.

He closed his eyes peacefully, resting his mind, and continued:

"I like you, so I will never hurt you. If I want you, I will fight for you in my own way."