Madam Jun was surprised.
In this day and age, which man did not want to have three wives and four concubines? The more children he had, the more capable he was.
There were even fewer people like Heng Yi who missed their wives.
"..."
She was silent for a moment, "He's just worried about you."
"For us women, giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell. If we're not careful, one corpse and two lives will be lost."
"You already have a few children. It's fine if you decide not to give birth."
Han Qiao looked at her husband and son playing around, her eyes gentle. "I want to give him another child. It would be best if he had a daughter."
If Heng Yi had a daughter, he would love her to the bone.
"Then tell him that you're still young. You should have children while you're still young. When you're old, you won't have the strength to do so."
Han Qiao agreed with her.
"The mooncakes are here."