After marrying the heirless prince, I gave birth to three children

Prince's Mansion.

When Xiao Ji returned, all the guests in the mansion had left.

He glanced at Pei Chen who was following closely beside him and said unhappily, "Still following?"

Is this his house?

Pei Chen was not embarrassed at all and said frankly: "Your Highness, I'm here to pick up Miss Zhao."

Xiao Ji laughed angrily, "I didn't realize when the Marquis of Zhenbei became such a scoundrel."

"Your Highness knows now." Pei Chen said confidently.

He asked many people for advice on this trick.

If you want to please a girl, you have to be shameless, persistent, and cater to her preferences...

Xiao Ji was too lazy to pay attention to Pei Chen and turned to enter the main courtyard.

As expected, Zhao Ying and Wei Chan were still in the Prince's Mansion. Seeing the Prince return, they tactfully left.

Xie Yao only took one look and realized that His Highness was not in a good mood.

"Your Highness."

Xie Yao stood up, pulled Xiao Ji to sit aside, and personally poured tea for him.

Xiao Ji's throat rolled as he said, "My father ordered me to take charge of the matter of the earth dragon turning over in Shu."

He only has a little over a year left.

But his achievements can be truly appreciated by his wife and children, which is why he never refused.

He knew it was a good thing, but...

Yaoyao had just given birth, so he naturally didn't want to leave Xie Yao at this juncture.

Xie Yao could naturally understand these pros and cons.

She thought she would be very happy.

Now that she has a child, her short-lived husband has to earn merits for her and the child, which will be her life-saving charms in the future.

but……

But her heart felt heavy.

Somewhat uncomfortable.

"Your Highness agreed?" Xie Yao asked.

Xiao Ji was silent for a moment, then hummed and looked at Xie Yao with eyes full of guilt.

Xie Yao lowered her eyelids slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then changed the subject, "Your Highness, it seems that the emperor father particularly likes Sui Sui."

Even his attitude towards her changed...

Xiao Ji also discovered it.

His jealousy was rising again, and he took Xie Yao's hand and said, "I originally thought of many names for Sui Sui..."

None of them were used.

He's angry!

But in public, it was impossible for him to refute the emperor for both moral and logical reasons.

That's shameless.

Xie Yao smiled, the heaviness in her heart dissipating a little, and said, "There's still Zhao Zhao's name waiting for Your Highness to choose."

Her fingertips scratched Xiao Ji's palm, "Next time we have another daughter, Your Highness can then..."

"No."

Xiao Ji interrupted Xie Yao, looked into her eyes seriously, and said, "Don't have any more children."

"Giving birth is hard." He couldn't bear it.

He vomited for two whole months in the early stages of Xie Yao's pregnancy... His only thought at the time was: Fortunately, it was him who vomited.

His daughter Yaoyao is very pampered, how can she bear such hardship?

But when he saw Xie Yao giving birth with his own eyes, he realized that the discomfort of morning sickness was nothing compared to the pain of childbirth.

For him, having both a son and a daughter is a blessing from God.

"Yaoyao." Xiao Ji groped the hand in his palm, "Having you is enough."

……

It was already evening when Song Wenbo returned to the Song family.

There was a look of satisfaction on his face, and he walked a little slowly with an awkward posture.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the yard where Xie Yujiao lived.

Xie Yujiao is still in a coma.

She lay on the bed, her cheeks thin, her face pale, and even her breathing very weak.

The house was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Song Wenbo immediately frowned and asked Qiucha beside him unhappily, "Are you still not awake?"

"Call a doctor." Song Wenbo sat on a chair on the side and frowned as soon as he sat down.

Then he stood up again and leaned against the table.

The doctor came quickly.

Following Song Wenbo's instruction, he examined Xie Yujiao's pulse and said, "Sir, Madam has been seriously injured. She was in a coma this time because of a great shock. If she doesn't wake up tomorrow, I'm afraid..."

The doctor's voice became lower and lower.

Song Wenbo's expression became increasingly grim. He said in a cold voice, "What am I afraid of?"

"I'm afraid... I'll never wake up again."

"Waste!" Song Wenbo was not in a good mood. He scolded her and said, "Whatever method you use, make her wake up."

"This..." The doctor hesitated, "I'm afraid some of these methods are too strong. Madam is already weak... If you can invite the imperial physician..."

"Just do it when I tell you to." Song Wenbo interrupted the doctor and gave the order directly.

Is Xie Yujiao qualified to invite an imperial physician?

She is in poor health and doesn't have much time left. It's just right to let her suffer a little so that she will learn to be a good person.

The doctor didn't dare to say anything else and just answered yes honestly.

He drank a strong dose of medicine.

Xie Yujiao woke up that night, but her breath was weak and her vision was not focused.

His breathing was rapid and he was almost on his last breath.

But for Song Wenbo, that was enough.

Song Wenbo drove everyone away and squatted beside the bed. He suppressed the irritability and resentment in his heart and called out in a gentle voice, "Jiaojiao?"

"Jiaojiao, you finally woke up..."

Xie Yujiao turned her head with difficulty, and when she saw Song Wenbo, tears immediately fell from her eyes.

"Husband..."

Song Wenbo held her hand and said, "Your husband is here, Jiaojiao."

Xie Yujiao was about to cry.

Song Wenbo took the lead and spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Husband?!"

Song Wenbo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "My husband is fine."

"It's just that Master Wufa sent a message today saying that the earth dragon will rise in March in Shu. Your Majesty has punished me, so..."

He lowered his eyes slightly, "It's not a big deal, Jiaojiao, don't worry."

Song Wenbo already looked like a decent human being, but now there was blood on the corner of his mouth. In the flickering candlelight, he looked even more broken.

"But His Majesty said that if it happens again, he will kill me..." Song Wenbo said, "So, Jiaojiao, can you please recall the key information of what you and your husband have said?"

Xie Yujiao was not clear-headed, but she did not respond immediately. She just bit her lower lip lightly.

Song Wenbo looked at Xie Yujiao with burning eyes, "Jiaojiao, when you recover, I will petition His Majesty to grant you an imperial decree, okay?"

Imperial decree!

Xie Yujiao's throat rolled, "Husband, I will definitely remember it."

Song Wenbo raised the corners of his lips and lowered his eyelids slightly to hide the surging malice in his eyes. His tone also became a little strange, "Jiaojiao is so nice."

Imperial edict...

When he reaches a high position, he will definitely ask for a title for her.

I hope Xie Yujiao will still be alive by then.

at the same time.

The Grand Princess's Mansion.

Xiao Ning was wearing a light gauze dress, lying on the bed with one hand supporting her chin. Her long black hair was loose, and the gauze curtains in the room fluttered.

The servants moved silently around, cleaning up the mess in the house.

Not long after Song Wenbo left, there were still several masked men lurking around her.

One pats the back, one massages the shoulders, one massages the legs...

They were all dressed in gauze clothes, revealing their strong chests.

When the room was finally quiet, she finally opened her eyes lazily and stretched out her finger to lift the chin of the fox man in front of her.

The fox man's peach blossom eyes sparkled as he looked at her, "Your Highness..."

"Has Wufa replied?" Xiao Ning's fingertips slid along the outline of the fox man's mask...

The fox man shuddered slightly, "To answer your Highness, our people haven't even seen the face of the person."

Xiao Ning's eyes narrowed, and his voice was filled with murderous intent. "Then... kill him."