Peng Mu lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Lady Peng Si gave birth to this son for King Langge, and similarly, she gave birth to Peng Balang for General Peng Si.
Peng Mu hadn't met with King Lange many times over the years, but they had exchanged many letters. He understood what kind of person King Lange was; he wouldn't want a woman who had borne children for another man.
King Lang glanced at Peng Mu but said nothing.
Back then, if his queen and prince hadn't been killed by the scoundrels of Kunzhou, why would he have had a son with a village girl when he passed through Cizhou?
Regardless of the circumstances, he would not bring that woman from the Peng family to Langge Kingdom, even if she were still alive after the fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
He wouldn't offer any comfort to Peng Mu; those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles.
He could watch helplessly as his descendants were slaughtered by the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so his son should also be able to be heartless and not care about a mother who had borne children for another family.
After a while, Peng Mu stood up: "Father, if there are no other instructions, I will take my leave!"
King Lang nodded: "Yes, go!"
Peng Mu withdrew.
King Lang summoned a eunuch and directly instructed him to find a time when Peng Mu was not by Cheng Huaiyu's side and deliver a bowl of infertility-inducing soup to Cheng Huaiyu.
Before Cheng Huaiyu could settle down, Peng Mu took her to a house outside the palace.
"Husband, was it because I was scolded by the King?" Upon arriving at the residence, Cheng Huaiyu noticed that Peng Mu seemed to be in a bad mood, so she pretended to care about him.
"Slap!" Peng Mu turned around and slapped Cheng Huaiyu across the face, knocking him to the ground.
Blood trickled from the corner of Cheng Huaiyu's mouth. She covered her face with one hand and supported herself on the ground with the other, looking at Peng Mu with a pitiful expression.
Seeing the bloodstains at the corner of Cheng Huaiyu's mouth, Peng Mu felt extremely annoyed.
"Get out of here, all of you!" Peng Mu roared.
The two maids were so frightened that they immediately retreated and closed the door.
Peng Mu stepped forward and stared intently at the blood at the corner of Cheng Huaiyu's mouth.
"It was my fault. Husband, please vent your feelings!" Cheng Huaiyu said weakly, tears streaming down her face as she spoke.
Peng Mu picked up Cheng Huaiyu, walked to the bedside, roughly threw her onto the bed, and then began to undress her.
Every time Peng Mu lay on top of her, Cheng Huaiyu would recall the time when she killed Song Cheng. The first time, she had also planned to stab Peng Mu to death with a hairpin, but Peng Mu was very alert. Since then, she had no sharp weapons around her, and even her belongings were all made of beads.
She closed her eyes, suppressing her nausea, and flattered Peng Mu.
Exhausted, Peng Mu finally released all the pent-up frustration in his heart.
He held Cheng Huaiyu in his arms, looking at the bruises on her body, feeling both guilty and excited: "Let's try harder and get pregnant! If we get pregnant, you can stay and be by my side forever."
Cheng Huaiyu was shocked: "If there are no children, where will my husband send me?"
Peng Mu coldly replied, "I will kill you."
Cheng Huaiyu: "Then I will try my best, my husband. I don't want to die. I haven't found my brother yet."
Peng Mu laughed: "Okay, you'd better behave. As long as you don't think about killing me and serve me well, I'll help you find your brother and I'll let you live a good life."
Cheng Huaiyu rested her head against Peng Mu's chest: "Yes, I will."
Her eyes were devoid of any light. I will, I will live well. As long as you live, I will never die.
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