Jing Yan remained motionless, and Yue Jiang clearly sensed his panic. She pretended to furrow her brows in annoyance.
"Your Highness, please come and sit down. Didn't you say you would accompany me no matter what I wanted to do? Are you going back on your word so soon after you said it?"
"Your Highness won't just turn around and leave, will you? If you do, don't bother saying anything about caring for me. I won't believe you next time."
Jing Yan's intentions were exposed by Yue Jiang, and she even put him in such a difficult position that he simply couldn't just leave without feeling heartless.
He exhaled, stepped forward, and sat down next to Yue Jiang.
Yue Jiang smiled faintly and leaned into Jing Yan's arms, the two of them snuggling together.
Jing Yan's hand was held by Yue Jiang and placed on her abdomen, and then she heard the other's gentle voice say something.
"Your Highness, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Jing Yan breathed softly for a long time before realizing that Yue Jiang was asking this question. He immediately relaxed and stopped thinking about it.
"I like them both the same."
Yue Jiang didn't believe him and looked up at him: "Your Highness is lying. You don't have a daughter or a son now, so how do you know you like them both the same?"
Jing Yan laughed: "Even if I have no talent, I'll still like you."
“That seems to make sense,” Yue Jiang tentatively believed Jing Yan’s words, but she wouldn’t let Jing Yan off easily, and asked sharply.
"Does Your Highness hope that the first child in my womb will be a girl or a boy?"
“It’s a boy,” Jing Yan replied after a brief moment of thought.
Yue Jiang hummed softly, remaining silent.
Jing Yan knew Yue Jiang was mocking him, but he didn't mind. He patted Yue Jiang's head and chuckled as he explained.
“My younger sister Jingyi is really troublesome. The royal family values offspring. My mother often says that it is fortunate that I was born first, so that Jingyi does not have to be disciplined by her other half-brothers.”
"If the Empress Dowager only had Jingyi as her child, Jingyi's future today would not be much better than Jingning's. Or perhaps, if she were born an orphan, she would still be as immature and spoiled as Jingyi, spoiled by the two empress dowagers."
"I can only be a spendthrift son now."
Jing Yan was not only Jing Huaixu's eldest son born late in life, but also the Crown Prince of Jing Kingdom. His upbringing from childhood was highly regarded by the court.
The two empress dowagers wanted to bribe Jing Yan, intending to keep him by their side from a young age to please him and mold him into their preferred manner, but the ministers in the court did not allow it.
Therefore, even at a young age, he was able to see whether the two empress dowagers were sincere or not.
But if he were born later, even if he were the legitimate son, in the case of no heir in the Jing Kingdom, there would be no regard for the eldest son, and Jing Shuo would definitely become the master of the Eastern Palace.
Even though Jing Yan is the eldest son, he has lost his advantage. First of all, it is difficult for the court officials to easily do anything to threaten Jing Shuo or the foundation of the Jing Kingdom for his sake.
He was not valued and was raised by the two empress dowagers. Without proper guidance, he was likely to become a spendthrift.
Jing Yan is thinking about the bigger picture.
"I'm used to taking on some responsibilities, so I hope my children can also have the ability to take on responsibilities, regardless of gender."
"Especially girls, I don't want my daughter to be too innocent. It's not that innocence is bad, but I can only give her a limited time to be innocent."
"She will eventually have to see the world on her own, and she will not encounter people as naive as herself. I hope she will be quick-witted, intelligent, and able to judge people and speak eloquently."
"However, I am not too worried about this."
"Why?" Yue Jiang asked, slightly puzzled, as she got up from Jing Yan's embrace to look at him.
Jing Yan raised his index finger and gently stroked Yue Jiang's nose, raising an eyebrow: "Jiang'er is already so intelligent, my daughter will surely be taught by Jiang'er to be exceptionally clever as well."
Yue Jiang: "..."
She's quite good at giving compliments.
Jing Yan placed his palm on Yue Jiang's abdomen, stroking her flat stomach, and expressed his feelings as a father.
"It's not just because I'm the older brother myself, and I hope it's a boy. If someone is born to be my child, hardship is a common occurrence in the future."
“If it were our daughter first, she would have the idea of being the eldest sister. We can’t let our daughter grow up and worry about her younger brother.”
Yue Jiang: No, the throne won't even be passed down to my daughter, why bother with all that hardship?
"What if it's my older sister first? Will it be really hard for her?" Yue Jiang asked anxiously.
Jing Yan paused his hand that was gently stroking Yue Jiang, his brows furrowed as if he were seriously considering the question. After a long while, he said helplessly.
"Whether it's our children or our children, we must make sure we don't have any spendthrift sons, otherwise it won't just be a hardship for our siblings."
Yue Jiang couldn't help but chuckle; she never expected Jing Yan to tell such lame jokes.
"Your Highness, I was just talking to you about our future child, but you're scaring me. No, you have to comfort me."
Jing Yan didn't mean to scare Yue Jiang; he was just telling the truth. If the children didn't behave well, their parents would be in big trouble.
He looked bewildered, but still smiled and asked, "How do I comfort you?"
Before she could finish speaking, Yue Jiang's lips pressed against Jing Yan's lower lip, gradually taking over his entire lips and teeth.
Yue Jiang wrapped her arms around Jing Yan's neck, straightened her back from his embrace, and briefly moved her lips away, but still rubbed them together with Jing Yan's lips in a way that was both close and distant.
"Your Highness, please kiss me."
Yue Jiang was very close to Jing Yan. In the past month, Yue Jiang rarely took the initiative to flirt with Jing Yan, thinking that Jing Yan was difficult to tease.
To her surprise, with just a light test, Yue Jiang could feel his hot, disordered breath falling on her face, carrying an extreme sense of suppression.
Jing Yan swallowed, his nose filled with the sweet fragrance of Yue Jiang's neck. He hesitated, holding Yue Jiang's waist, "Jiang'er, you're newly pregnant, it will hurt you."
Yue Jiang chuckled softly, then deliberately moved around to Jing Yan's earlobe and nibbled at it, giving him no chance to refuse.
"I only asked Your Highness to kiss me, I didn't ask you to do anything else, what are you thinking?"
Hot, humid breath brushed against Jing Yan's ear, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through him. Yue Jiang was anything but well-behaved; her left thumb was repeatedly rubbing Jing Yan's Adam's apple.
This caused Jing Yan to feel an unbearable itch all over his body, and his breathing quickly became heavy. Jing Yan tightened his grip on Yue Jiang's arm, pressing even closer to the person who was already sitting in his lap.
Between reason and indulgence, he chose a brief period of indulgence.
The two kissed for a long time, and the only sound in the quiet bed was the frequent splashing of water.
After a long while, Yue Jiang lay back in Jing Yan's arms, receiving a dense barrage of kisses on her neck.
Her eyes were brimming with tears as she stared blankly at the intricately patterned golden curtains above her. It took her three or four breaths to catch her breath before she could speak, and as she spoke, she lightly nudged Jing Yan's lower abdomen with her knee.
"Your Highness, actually I haven't felt unwell during this time, I was thinking..."
Jing Yan was even more agitated. He wanted to tear off Yue Jiang's dress, but when he thought of the newborn child, he held down Yue Jiang's leg after she teased him repeatedly.
His voice was hoarse with suppressed emotion, and his breathing was erratic: "Jiang'er, stop fooling around, we can't take any risks."
When Yue Jiang heard that Jing Yan had rejected her, she lowered her eyelids to look at him, her voice trembling with uncontrollable tears.
"Your Highness, I am feeling unwell."
“I am also in pain, but I cannot,” Jing Yan said, looking at Yue Jiang, who was disheveled and more pitiful and vulnerable than ever before, while still being wary and cautious due to his many concerns.
Jing Yan's rejections grew stronger with each word, and Yue Jiang sobbed twice, unable to hide her petulant nature: "If I can't hold back, will Your Highness go to someone else?"
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