Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

Yan Heng pinched her chin, his eyes dark and dangerous, "I am an unrelated man?"

Xia Xiaorou pursed her lips stubbornly, Of course you are!

But she didn't dare to say more, for fear that she would say something wrong and offend Yan Heng, and then be bullied again.

I don’t know what’s wrong with Yan Heng today, tossing her around.

Although it wasn't as painful as the first time that made her gasp, it was still extremely uncomfortable.

He bit her back, reached out from behind and gently stroked her belly and said, "Since you like to have a adopted son so much, I'll help you get pregnant with one."

Xia Xiaorou was shocked. Pregnant?

Pregnant with Yan Heng’s child?

She couldn't even imagine it in her past or present life.

"Mr. Yan...Mr. Yan, you and I are not equal in status."

Yan Heng pinched her slender waist, turned her over, pressed her against the stone wall of the hot spring pool, and looked at her face to face, "No need to be equal, Xia Xiaorou."

"Or, you don't want to have my child?" His eyes narrowed and stared straight at Xia Xiaorou's eyebrows.

Xia Xiaorou thought about her previous life, when Song Liu secretly drugged her and ruined her body.

"I... I'm not in good health and may not be able to get pregnant. Mr. Yan, you should find another woman to give birth to your child." She was not sure whether she could get pregnant.

Doctor Chen said that she didn't have any physical symptoms, but could there be other problems?

At the same time, she was secretly complaining in her heart.

What on earth had happened? Yan Heng suddenly said that he wanted her to get pregnant?

In her previous life, she and Yan Heng had been together for ten years, and Yan Heng had never mentioned such a thing.

The Yan Heng in her memory was romantic, lazy, and unrestrained, and it seemed that the only purpose of his life was to live happily.

She couldn't imagine why such a person would want a child.

"I believe you can do it, and you will definitely be able to do it." Yan Heng said stubbornly.

And be persistent towards her.

When Xia Xiaorou's legs became weak, Yan Heng pulled her out of the hot spring.

Her clothes were wet by Yan Heng and she couldn't wear them, so Yan Heng wrapped her in her cloak and stuffed her into the couch.

He opened the bedroom door again and said to He Ying who was standing in the small hall, "Go get a set of women's clothes, shoes and socks for Lady Xia."

He Ying responded and turned to leave.

"No, I'll just wear mine. It's not convenient for me to go out wearing your clothes," said Xia Xiaorou.

First, if she suddenly changed her clothes, how would outsiders see her?

Second, the clothes worn by the maids around Yan Heng were not suitable for working.

The light and soft brocade dress was simply not suitable for wearing while picking herbs.

"Who told you to go out?" Yan Heng asked coldly.

Xia Xiaorou was stunned. Did Yan Heng want to trap her here?

She walked down from the couch wrapped in a cloak, bit her lip and said, "I don't want to stay here, Mr. Yan, I have to go back!"

Yan Heng looked at her solemnly for a moment, then instructed He Ying, "Take Madam Xia's clothes and sort them out, clean them and send them here."

"Yes, my lord." He Ying responded and retreated.

The door closed and Yan Heng walked towards Xia Xiaorou.

He looked down at her with a grim look in his eyes, "Xia Xiaorou, do you hate staying here so much?"

"I am not suitable for this place, Mr. Yan." Xia Xiaorou lowered her eyes, "I am just a rough woman from the village. Living here may defile Mr. Yan's house."

Song Wenshan was just a student, and he looked down on her, an illiterate village woman, and left her behind without getting married. Song Wenshan was still alive, but he never came to see her, and chose to live with another woman.

Yan Heng is a noble in the capital. What kind of beauties has she not seen? He will look down on her.

He invited her here just for the sake of novelty. It won't be long before he gets tired of her and abandons her.

He would leave in his previous life, and he will leave in this life as well.

So, she didn't want to stay with Yan Heng and be his temporary plaything.

I don't want a child to be bound by Yan Heng.

Yanheng is a floating cloud in the sky, and she is a wild flower on the ground.

They don't deserve it.

"Is this what you think, Xia Xiaorou?" Yan Heng sneered with narrowed eyes.

Xia Xiaorou lowered her eyes and said, "Yes."

Yan Heng stared at her face without blinking, his face full of gloom. After a long time, he chuckled.

"So that's what you think. Okay, then I won't keep you. But..." Yan Heng added, "You still need to deliver 40 kilograms of herbs every month. I'll let Zhu Yun or He Ying inform you of any herbs you need. If there's one kilogram less, I'll punish you, Xia Xiaorou."

Yan Heng said the last sentence almost while gritting her teeth.

Xia Xiaorou didn't dare to look at him and nodded gently, "Yes, Mr. Yan."

It takes a long time to bake the clothes. Xia Xiaorou, who was originally sitting on the couch waiting, couldn't stand the sleepiness and fatigue, and fell asleep on the couch.

When she woke up, she found that her naked body was now covered with clothes, and her hair was dry.

She felt a chill on her back and hurriedly sat up from the couch.

Was it He Ying who helped her put it on, or was it Yan Heng who helped her put it on?

Yan Heng was obedient today and didn't bite her lips or neck.

But he bit her back, chest, thighs and waist, which was even more horrific.

What would He Ying think if I asked her to change her clothes?

If Yan Heng changed...

Xia Xiaorou felt a burning sensation on her face and didn't dare to think any further.

She regretted why she fell asleep just now?

No, I've been feeling very sleepy lately.

If she sat still for too long, she would fall asleep.

Chu Xianyun teased her about this several times.

"Are you awake? Come and take your medicine." Yan Heng, who was sitting on a chair by the window flipping through documents, glanced at her and said to a bowl of medicine in front of him.

The bowl was warm in the oven, with a faint steam floating around.

"Who helped me put on my clothes?" Xia Xiaorou thought for a moment and asked bravely.

"What do you think?" Yan Heng raised her eyes and looked at her with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

Xia Xiaorou: As expected!

Next time, she will definitely insist on not falling asleep.

"What kind of medicine is this? I'm not sick, so I don't need to take medicine." Xia Xiaorou looked at the table.

"You're tired today. This is medicine to replenish your qi and blood. Come and take it." Yan Heng stretched out his finger and tapped the table lightly.

In addition to the medicine, there was a small dish of suppressed bitter candied fruit and a bowl of water for rinsing the mouth on the table.

Yan Heng was rough with her, but was particularly careful about these little things.

In fact, after the last incident with Yan Heng, Yan Heng also force-fed him a bowl of medicine.

She didn't want to take the medicine, but Yan Heng said she would be severely punished if she didn't.

She had no choice but to eat it.

Xia Xiaorou found her outer coat folded on the chair. She picked it up and put it on, then put on her shoes and socks, smoothed her hair, walked to the table, took a breath, picked up the bowl and swallowed the medicine in one breath.

It was very bitter, so she quickly took the plate of preserves and ate all the prunes.

But the terrible thing is that it doesn't work after you eat it.

The medicine was so bitter that she wanted to vomit.

Her stomach churned, she covered her mouth, ran outside and vomited out all the medicine.

Yan Heng's expression changed drastically. When she ran out, he quickly dropped the documents and followed her. He held her waist and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Bitter..." Xia Xiaorou's eyes turned red, "Too bitter, what kind of medicine did you give me?"

This was probably the bitterest medicine she had ever taken in her life.

She vomited up all the bile, but still felt like vomiting.

"He Ying!" Yan Heng shouted loudly towards the small hall.

He Ying came running over in a panic, "Lang... Lang Jun..."

"What's wrong with the medicine? Why did Madam Xia vomit it all?" Yan Heng asked harshly.

He Ying's face turned pale. She knelt down with a plop and cried, "My lord, the herbs were given by you. I boiled the medicine myself and never left. After boiling the medicine, I brought it to your room, just like last time. I...I don't know why this happened."

"Don't know? What use do I need you for? Kneel outside and think about it until you figure it out!" Yan Heng's eyes were spitting fire, and he pointed outside the garden gate angrily.

The ground outside the door was covered with snow, up to knee-deep. If I kneeled down, my knees would probably be broken.

"Wait..." Xia Xiaorou thought of something else and waved her hand, "Don't blame He Ying, it's... it's my fault."