Rong Qingqing was silent for a while. Thinking about the unpleasantness between the two of them today, she felt she should explain again, so she said, "It's not that I don't want to have your child, it's just that we've only been married for a short time, and we're still young. I'm not quite ready to be a mother, so..."
"I know." Xie Jingrun interrupted her. He didn't actually like children, and he didn't really care whether they had them or not. But the fact that she had secretly drunk contraceptive soup behind his back made him angry and resentful.
If she didn't want to have children, would he force her to?
But considering she was only sixteen years old and he himself was still a child, he naturally resisted the idea of having children.
He hadn't thought things through before; he never considered this aspect afterward.
"Are you scared?" he asked suddenly, lifting her small face.
"What are you afraid of?" Rong Qingqing looked at him, puzzled.
Xie Jingrun pursed his lips and said calmly, "Give birth." He had heard before that childbirth was an extremely painful and risky experience for women, like walking through the gates of hell. He did not want Qingqing to take such risks because of childbirth.
Rong Qingqing was taken aback, not expecting him to be referring to this matter.
However, due to the backwardness of medical technology in ancient times, difficult childbirth was very common, unlike in modern times when medical technology is advanced and the risks of childbirth have been greatly reduced.
Thinking about this, she felt a little hesitant and afraid.
She drank the contraceptive soup before because she wasn't ready to be a mother, but now that she thinks about it, the risks of childbirth in ancient times were just too high.
She suppressed her fear, looked up at the man in front of her, and joked, "If I say I'm afraid, can I not have the baby?"
"Of course." Xie Jingrun replied without the slightest hesitation.
Rong Qingqing was stunned and stared at him blankly.
Seeing his serious expression, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness, she was deeply moved.
Even in modern times, very few men can say such a thing without hesitation, let alone in ancient times.
In ancient times, women were seen as tools for procreation and childbearing. Women who could not bear children would be abandoned.
The man before them was no ordinary person; he was an emperor, and belonged to the royal family, which placed the greatest emphasis on offspring. Yet, he could utter those words without hesitation.
What kind of special man did she meet?
She was both shocked and delighted.
"Are you serious?" she asked uncertainly after a long while.
"Hmm." Xie Jingrun patted her hair. "So, you don't need to worry."
A warm feeling washed over Rong Qingqing. "But, aren't you worried that you won't have a son to inherit the throne?"
Xie Jingrun's lips curled slightly, and he shook his head. "Why worry? If we don't have children, we can just choose someone from the imperial clan to inherit the throne." He didn't think it was a big problem, nor did he think that his throne had to be passed on to his own child.
Rong Qingqing truly admired his magnanimity and Huo Da.
"It's getting late, you should go upstairs to sleep first, I'm going to take a bath." Xie Jingrun said gently, pushing her away lightly, putting the towel down, and then turning to go to the bathroom.
Rong Qingqing let out a soft breath, feeling incredibly relaxed, as if she had been wearing shackles, but now those shackles were gone, and she felt even the air had become free.
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