Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

Chen Lanyue flatly denied it: "I... I'm not afraid! Who said I was afraid? What am I afraid of?"

"He's so angry that he says he's not afraid."

"But childbirth looks so painful, and there's so much blood involved. How can a weak and frail woman like me endure this kind of pain?"

"So, are you still thinking about giving Long Gongnan a child? No, let me think about it..." Ren Baozhi pretended to think, "Oh, this person seemed to say that he wanted to give Long Aotian a son and a daughter."

"Ahhhhhhhhh——" Chen Lanyue sat astride Ren Baozhi in frustration, pinching her neck viciously, "I'm going to strangle you to death today, you pickled radish, if you keep talking nonsense!"

Although Chen Lanyue didn't use much force, Ren Baozhi still pretended to be suffocating and stretched out a trembling hand towards Yundu: "Ahem, mother, save me."

Yundu looked at the two of them, feeling helpless. She shook her head and said, "Yue'er, stop making trouble. Help your sister up."

"Humph! Who wants to help her?" She stood up from Ren Baozhi's arms. "Hey, get up by yourself. Don't think I don't know you're pretending."

After saying that, she patted her butt and left, running to the side and started to cut the candle with a pair of rusty scissors.

Chen Lanyue gritted her teeth every time she cut the blade, muttering something like "I'll cut you to death".

Ren Baozhi looked at everyone and didn't dare to say a word.

Jiangchun has already washed the newborn baby.

Ji Pingyue also handed over the swaddling clothes that she had prepared long ago: "Sister Jiangchun, is it a younger sister or a younger brother?"

Jiangchun wrapped the crying baby tightly and replied with a smile: "It's my sister."

Hearing this answer, Ji Pingyue lowered his head dejectedly.

"Xiaoji, don't you like your sister?"

"Xiaoji likes a younger sister," Ji Pingyue lowered her head and looked at her toes, "but the queen wants a younger brother."

"Mother likes my sister too." Ji Bujin's weak voice came, perhaps because she was woken up by the baby's crying.

"Mother!" Ji Pingyue cried and ran over to hug her mother, "Mother, I was scared to death."

"Mother, it's okay. Don't cry, little Ji, be good." Ji Bujin touched the back of Ji Pingyue's head and asked Jiangchun, "Can you let me see the child?"

There was no reason for Jiangchun not to respond. After the child was taken to Ji Bujin, the crying gradually subsided. Finally, his lips moved and he fell asleep peacefully in his mother's arms.

Ji Pingyue looked at the loving smile on the queen's face and asked in confusion, "Mother, don't you dislike your sister?"

Ji Bujin looked at the sleeping little one tenderly: "They are all my children, how could I not like them? But in the past, if I didn't give birth to a son, my sisters would have been thrown away."

Ji Bujin's voice was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart dully.

"Uh, well," Chen Lanyue stopped trimming the candle, wanting to ease the heavy atmosphere, "Madam Ji, what are you going to name your sister?"

Ji Bujin first looked at the falling snow outside the window, then looked deeply at the people in the room, and finally his gaze fell on the flickering candlelight beside Chen Lanyue.

"I was able to give birth to this child today thanks to everyone's help. I hope my child will always remember this night and your kindness. In the future, when we cut candles together and talk about the night snow, we will be called 'Cutting Snow'."

It snowed heavily for three days straight, and outside the house it was covered in white, with not a single person in sight.

There was no food stored at home. During these three days, Ren Baozhi went out every day to "buy" food under the eager and worried gazes of everyone.

It’s impossible to travel far with such deep snow. Life is at stake.

After everyone could no longer see her, she stealthily climbed up a tree and took out the hot packs and duvet she had purchased from her system backpack.

Anyway, the snow was so heavy that there was no trace of people on the path, so she didn't have to worry about being seen.

"Ah, so comfortable!" Ren Baozhi found a place with little wind and lay on a tree branch. She put a hot pack on her belly and wrapped herself in a down quilt. In this windy and snowy weather, she happily enjoyed the comfortable moment alone.

She leisurely bought some rice and flour in the system, and also bought some hay for the three horses. Seeing that there were only 40 points left in her account, the smile on her lips became increasingly faint.

There are too few points.

Points were one thing, but what made her even bald was, to be more precise, the business that collapsed before it was even halfway started. No, she didn't even start it.

Since Ji Jianxue was born, Ji Bujin and Ji Pingyue temporarily devoted all their energy to this little life. This was a result that Ren Baozhi had long anticipated.

Now we have insufficient funds, insufficient manpower, slow progress, and we have ideas but are completely unable to implement them.

She looked coldly at the falling snowflakes above her head. One, two, they landed between her brows, very icy, very cold...

The treetops in the distance moved very slightly, but no one noticed.

Inside the Daming Palace.

Mu Xue, a burly woman in gray-black cloth, came over. She walked steadily, and with every step, the outline of her tight muscles could be seen through her winter clothes. Her eyes were as sharp as a hunting hawk.

When the servant in front of the hall saw the person, he hurried into the hall to pass on the message, and then the heavy door of the hall slowly opened to welcome him in.

Inside the Chang'an Palace, several furnaces stood, burning the auspicious charcoal tributed by the Western Liang Kingdom, with no flame but glowing.

Even if the bitterest cold wind enters the hall, it will be reduced by three points by this warmth.

"Your Highness the Princess." Goshawk stood in the hall with a low voice.

Li Qixi, sitting in front of the desk, still buried his head in the book, never looking up.

Cang Ying reported, "Chen Baozhi has been in close contact with Ji Bujin recently. He brings his family to Ji Bujin's home every day to print movable type."

Li Qixi became interested and put down his pen.

Shangguan Hualiu spoke on behalf of Li Qixi: "Tell us more about movable type printing."

"I have heard that they call printed materials movable type..."

After the report was completed, the hall was silent except for the crackling sound of the charcoal fire.

Li Qixi finally raised his head and exchanged glances with Shangguan Hualiu: "Shangguan, what do you think of this movable type printing?"

Shangguan Hualiu thought for a moment and said, "I can only say that ideas are hard to come by."

"Yes, the amount of text is huge. If we have to rearrange the type every time we print a page, the speed will be worse than woodblock printing."

"Since she could think of movable type printing, she could also have thought of how to use it."

"So, you're quite interested in Chen Baozhi?"

Shangguan Hualiu's mouth twitched and she didn't respond. She knew what Li Qixi was going to say next.

"Since Shangguan is interested, let's go to the Chen Mansion together after the snow has cleared and the sky is clear. We can also prepare some new winter clothes for her. She is growing fast, so we need to pay attention to the size of her clothes."

Shangguan Hualiu shrugged helplessly: "Princess, don't always be so... "

Li Qixi squeezed out four words from between his teeth: "What did you say?"

Shangguan Hualiu smiled and said, "I thank you, Princess."

Li Qixi's lips curled up into a smile, and he instructed Cang Ying, "Go and keep a closer eye on him."

"As ordered."

Shangguan Hualiu complained in his heart: You still haven’t admitted that you are interested in that Chen Baozhi.

The palace door opened, and the wind and snow made Goshawk's clothes rustle. She suddenly climbed onto the roof like a ghost and jumped onto the treetops.

Apart from the faint sound of falling snow, her figure could no longer be seen.