Never Had a Son

Zhao Hongwei's legs trembled, and he almost slipped off his chair.

"If the marquis is not satisfied, you can also marry a few more concubines." Concubine Fang looked at Zhao Hongwei.

Zhao Hongwei's heart trembled. One night per person. He could only rest once on the 31st day of the month. Did not that mean that he would be squeezed dry every night?

"No, no, no, no, no need. Don't let anyone in." Zhao Hongwei waved his hands nervously.

"What rest time? The big sisters already have children. I'm the only childless one." One of the concubines pouted. Zhao Hongwei was on the verge of tears. Back then, he must had been an idiot to bring in so many concubines.

Concubine Mei'er's eyes flickered. She was already nine months pregnant and was about to give birth. Her entire being became more and more refined, and the aura around her became more and more indifferent. "Mei 'er can share two nights with the sisters."