The male protagonist has no descendants! Don't worry, the host is pregnant with many children

Emperor Xiao Jing's expression eased a little. He looked at Gu Lin, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I plan to attack the Great Yan Kingdom and offer half of the country as a betrothal gift. This is my greatest sincerity." Gu Lin struck while the iron was hot.

Emperor Jing was shocked again. How could he say that attacking a country was as casual as eating and drinking water?

This guy, he knows how to negotiate, first he made him mad and then he stabbed him with a soft knife.

He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

What's the point of him being reluctant? Jiarong is old enough. Besides, they both have children, so Jiarong must be willing.

"Since you are so sincere, I have nothing more to say. I want to hear what Jiarong has to say before making any plans.

I hope you can treat Jiarong well, otherwise I will never let you go."

Gu Lin breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your help. I will definitely treat the princess well."

Gu Lin didn't have much time to stay in Dongyue, so he immediately started preparing for the wedding.

At the same time, Lu Zhihuan also learned about all this, and the system chattered to her that she and Gu Lin would be going to Darong soon.

Emperor Xiao Jing knew that Jiarong would naturally agree. As a father, he always wanted to give his daughter the best.

In the following days, the Dongyue Palace was busy preparing for the wedding.

Even though it was too rushed, the Imperial Household Department still held the wedding banquet with the best standards.

Finally, the wedding day arrived. The entire Dongyue Palace and the Princess's residence were filled with a festive atmosphere. Red silk and brocade were everywhere, covering the eaves and corridors, and even the plum branches and osmanthus trees. It was a truly joyous occasion!

Lu Zhihuan was stunningly beautiful in her gorgeous wedding gown, while Gu Lin looked handsome and elegant in his groom's suit from the same department.

Accompanied by court musicians, the two entered the hall, and the ministers showered them with blessings and thunderous applause.

Although there are no three books and six ceremonies, there is the kingdom as a betrothal gift.

In Xuanzheng Hall, the two of them worshipped each other.

Little Xuzi, also wearing a bright red robe, shook off the dust and shouted joyfully:

"One bow, one worship of heaven and earth. Respect heaven, a perfect couple made in heaven, a love that will last forever."

Gu Lin and Lu Zhihuan faced the entrance of the hall and bowed.

"Bow twice, and pay respect to your parents twice. Respect your parents, whose kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and may they live a hundred years."

The two turned around and bowed to the tablets of Emperor Xiaojing and Empress Mingci.

"Bow three times, husband and wife bow to each other. May you grow old together and be united in love forever."

The two people faced each other and bowed deeply to each other.

Emperor Xiao Jing's eyes were filled with tears, and he secretly wiped the corners of his eyes with his big hands.

As night fell, the two newlyweds returned to the princess's mansion.

In the bridal chamber, Gu Lin gently lifted Lu Zhihuan's red veil, looked at her face, and his heart was filled with joy.

"Princess, from now on, you are my wife." Gu Lin said affectionately.

Lu Zhihuan's delicate face was filled with a smile, "Husband, why are you still calling me princess?"

Gu Lin thought for a moment and said, "You will always be my princess, the princess in my hand."

The candlelight flickered, illuminating their faces. Gu Lin slowly leaned in and kissed her softly. Lu Zhihuan's body trembled slightly, and her hands involuntarily wrapped around Gu Lin's neck. Their breathing gradually quickened, and the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. At this moment, the little one in her belly moved inappropriately.

The two of them were so close that they were afraid of squeezing the little one. Gu Lin could feel it.

He quickly let go of Lu Zhihuan and squatted down! Through the thin pajamas, he could see the marks left by the little guy in his belly.

The belly is almost 5 months old and is round. It looks like a small pot on top, so cute.

Gu Lin's big hand gently touched it, and the father and son seemed to have a sense of each other. The little guy moved mischievously under his hand.

The father and son played for a long time! Maybe they were tired, so they stopped playing and made no movement.

Gu Lin smiled and said: "He must be tired and must have fallen asleep now. Let's take a rest too!"

Lu Zhihuan was indeed a little sleepy, so he nodded because he was tired.

The two slept in each other's arms.

Three days later——

After all their luggage was packed, Gu Lin and Lu Zhihuan were about to set off for Darong Kingdom.

Outside the city gate, Emperor Jing held Lu Zhihuan's hand and gave him instructions again and again. He talked a lot, and Lu Zhihuan listened patiently.

He also sent a number of envoys with him.

Lu Zhihuan was really afraid that he would cry, "Father, please go back soon! The weather is very cold."

Emperor Xiao Jing was also afraid that she would be cold. "Jiarong, hurry back to the carriage! Your father can only take you so far. If you are wronged, you must tell your father."

Lu Zhihuan felt her father's love for her daughter. After the envoys had mounted their horses, Gu Lin helped Lu Zhihuan onto the carriage.

"Gee!" With the driver's shout, the carriage started slowly.

Lu Zhihuan leaned forward and waved goodbye to Emperor Xiaojing repeatedly. Only after the carriage disappeared from sight did Emperor Xiaojing turn back to the palace.

Before leaving, Lu Zhihuan gave Xiao Xuzi some instructions and asked him to take good care of his health.

Gu Lin was worried that Lu Zhihuan might be tired from the journey, so he specifically told him to slow down. Along the way, they stopped and walked, admiring the scenery along the way.

After walking for nearly half a month, they arrived at the border of Darong Kingdom.

The carriage continued to sway for several days.

"We're finally there." Lu Zhihuan lifted the curtain and looked at the scenery outside.

Gu Lin rode his horse to the carriage and said, "The capital of Darong is just ahead. We can reach the capital city by walking a little further. Do you want to get off and take a walk?"

Lu Zhihuan nodded, "Okay!"

It is mid-March in the lunar calendar now, and it is still a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings, but the temperature will be higher at noon.

The weather is nice today, the spring breeze is warm and the tender green willow branches are swaying in the wind.

Fanyin raised his hand and the convoy stopped.

Gu Lin got off the horse and personally helped Lu Zhihuan get off the carriage.

The five-and-a-half-month pregnant belly was particularly conspicuous. Among the envoys was Marquis Fu Yun. Along the way, he witnessed with his own eyes how Gu Lin personally took care of Princess Jiarong.

From small things like serving tea and water to big things like washing clothes and cooking.

He lowered his head and smiled with relief.

He asked himself if he could do this, and how many men in the world could do this.

What’s more, he is the king of a country!

Gu Lin looked over sharply, and Fu Yun nodded at him generously, then went about his own business.

Lu Zhihuan asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Gu Lin tightened her cloak.

Qingyun had already entered the city in advance to arrange everything. At this moment, a group of people came from a distance.

Gu Lin looked up and saw that it was his uncle.

"Who is it? Are they here to pick us up?" Lu Zhihuan raised his hand to block the glaring sunlight and looked into the distance.

"Yes, it's my uncle."

Lu Zhihuan asked him, "Would it be rude for me to look like this?" She was dressed in a turquoise outfit, with her hair simply tied up. She didn't wear any hair accessories, looking simple and plain.

"No, it's fine. Whatever makes you feel comfortable."

"Xu~"

Xiao Dingshan tightened the reins and dismounted swiftly.

"Your Majesty." There is a difference between the monarch and his subjects, but etiquette cannot be abolished.

Gu Lin quickly helped Xiao Dingshan up, "Uncle, please stop being polite."