Do You Have Anything to Confess?

Xuan Ying stretched his hand out to feel her forehead, she was running a fever. His brows knitted, this woman really was out to trouble him.

"Feng Lingxue, get up. What's wrong with you?" He pulled her up, appearing very irritated.

Opening her eyes weakly, Feng Lingxue took a glance at him. "It must be an allergy from the contraceptive pill just now. I have a slight fever."

"Contraceptive pill?"

"Yes, didn't you order your servant to give it to me?"

Xuan Ying pursed his lips. The experienced servants in the palace would indeed give the women who slept with him contraceptive pills. Though the men in Country A were allowed to have many women, only the duchess was qualified to give birth to their children.

That was to ensure the nobleness and purity of the bloodline.

Xuan Ying found no fault with that practice. In fact, he disliked children very much. It was only right for women to take contraceptive pills after serving him.