"Brother, this is not what you should ask, nor is it what you can ask!" Zou's brows suddenly knitted. She clutched the handkerchief tightly, but as soon as she met Zou Shijie's gaze, she lowered her head guiltily. She whispered, "Your Highness has no bad habits. Except for urgent matters, he never stays out on weekdays, please rest assured, brother."
"How can I be assured?" Zou Shijie frowned even more, and he tapped the table heavily with his fingers. He said coldly, "He never stays out of the house and has no bad habits. Then why haven't you been able to conceive a child in all these years? How old is he now? How old are you?"
"Brother, please don't be like this," Zou said in a low voice with her head down. Zou Shijie has asked her this question many times. He was half-joking when he asked it a few years ago, but in the past two years, Zou Shijie's tone has become more and more serious. Zou knew that Zou Shijie was anxious, but wasn't she anxious too? But what's the use of her being anxious? Today in the palace, she saw Da'an, whose belly was as big as a basket. She was already very uncomfortable, and didn't want to face Zou Shijie's questioning at this time. Her heart was so sad that she choked up when she spoke again, "Brother, please don't, don't ask..."
"If I don't ask, who will? If Dad were still alive, would I have to worry about you all day long?" Seeing her like this, Zou Shijie couldn't help but sigh and slowed down his voice, "I heard that Concubine Shu kept the Prince in the palace to talk today?"
"Yes," Zou wiped her tears and whispered to Zou Shijie, "Although I expected that the two princes would not be of the same rank when they were crowned kings, I'm sure that Concubine Shu is also angry. I'm afraid that Your Highness will be scolded again."
"You have to scold him more, so that he will know what's going on," Zou Shijie said through gritted teeth. He took a sip of the tea that had long been cold on the table and said to Zou seriously, "You can't just keep being a coward. What are you afraid of? I'm here to support you. He doesn't dare to turn against you. No matter what tricks you use, the right way is to have a son. Otherwise, everything is empty, understand?"
"I know. The Concubine Shu also told me the same thing." Zou took a breath. Her tears stopped, but she still looked worried. She looked at Zou Shijie, bit her lip, and spoke again in embarrassment after a long while, "But brother, a forced melon will not be sweet. If His Highness is dissatisfied with me in the future, then my life in the future..."
"If you can give him a big fat son, how can he be dissatisfied with you? He will worship you as a Bodhisattva!" Zou Shijie interrupted Zou's words and said hurriedly, "If he has no children, he will only be a first-rank prince in his life. This is when the emperor is still alive. When the emperor dies and the new emperor ascends the throne, he will be a rat crossing the street that everyone will shout and beat! But now, if he has a son, he will have the bargaining chip to compete with Prince Rong. Sister, don't worry, His Highness is not a confused person. If he has a little brain, he will know how to treat you from now on. So, you don't have to be so restrained. Do what you should do and don't be afraid. OK?"
"Yes, I remember what you said, brother." Zou took a long breath, paused, and whispered to Zou Shijie, "I have been keeping the rejuvenation pills given by Concubine Shu close to me."
"While you are still young, you must hurry up. In a few years, you will be thirty. By then, even if there is a panacea, I am afraid it will be a lot of trouble to find it," Zou Shijie warned again. After a pause, he asked, "How many doses of the pregnancy-maintaining medicine I found for you do you have left?"
"There are many more," said Zou, who was a little interested. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth gently, and whispered, "I just drank a cup in the backyard."
"Yes, you must persist in drinking such good medicine." Zou Shijie said slowly.
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March 22, 1933
Ningguta.
Zhong Mingwei, who had been bedridden since the New Year, finally got out of bed today.
"Master, please hold me," Pang Yi supported Zhong Mingwei nervously. He was sweating profusely after taking a few steps. It was not because Zhong Mingwei was too heavy, but Pang Yi was really afraid that Zhong Mingwei would be injured again. Gu Changlin said clearly that if Zhong Mingwei's knee was injured again, it would be difficult to heal in the future. Pang Yi was naturally nervous and couldn't speak clearly. "Master, you... don't be so tired, just hold me first, come on, left foot, yes, yes, come on, right, right foot..."
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