An Qian gently helped Meng Yi clean the wound, then replaced it with a new bandage. When everything was done, she was afraid that Meng Yi would drive her away, so she knew the tactfulness and was about to get up and leave.

Suddenly, Meng Yi grabbed An Qian's hand, lowered his head, and his voice was low and heavy: "We... want a child!"

As soon as this was said, An Qian suddenly raised her eyes. Meng Yi just said... She thought she had heard it wrong and looked at Meng Yi in a daze.

Meng Yi looked up at her and repeated it seriously: "I said we want a child!"

Now, An Qian, who was frozen, was very excited: "Yuerong..."

Meng Yi stood up, continued to have a cold face, his voice unevenly: "After getting married for so long, you should have a child, so you won't be so bored."

An Qian couldn't suppress her inner joy, after all, she had been waiting for too long at this moment!

An Qian cried with joy and nodded with emphasis: "Okay, okay."

After Meng Yi finished speaking, he left step by step.

When he returned to his room, Meng Yi spread the string of Buddhist beads on the table in front of him, and he watched motionlessly.

Until the sunlight coming from outside moves from the left to the right.

Mo Ting came in.

Meng Yi then lifted his eyelids and asked weakly: "Is it done?"

Mo Ting bowed: "It's done!"

Meng Yi's heart sank, and his eyes fell on the string of Buddhist beads again, as if he had made a very difficult decision. He sighed with a sigh: "It's time to end..."

Mo Ting took Meng Yi to a temple outside the city, and the cemetery he had chosen.

Meng Yi buried the string of Buddhist beads in Yeyang.

Mo Ting burned incense and handed it to him.

Meng Yi raised the incense and bowed, his voice suppressed and heavy: "Monk, you have a good rest, I will come to see you often."

After Meng Yi finished speaking, he sat down anywhere against the cold tombstone. He picked up the wine pot next to him and directly raised his head to fall down.

After a while, he saw his cheeks flushed and his wine was full of wine: "Monk, this wine is really good! Without you, with wine, I will relieve my worries after I get drunk!"

Soon, the wine pot was empty.

Mo Ting couldn't stand it and pulled him up: "Second Prince, please help you back!"

Mo Ting shook him away and shakingly muttered: "Wait a minute, you wait!"

Meng Yi turned around, he raised his hand and touched the words engraved on the tombstone, rubbed them one by one, and choked and said, "Be good, I will come to see you often!"

After saying that, a few more tears fell in his eyes.

Meng Yi raised his hand and wiped it: "Let's go!"

Mo Ting followed him and saw Meng Yi's steps, staggering and sad, as if the sunset gradually drooping down to the west was in a deep evening.

Since childhood, Mo Ting has been with the second prince, but it was the first time that Mo Ting saw Meng Yi in such a state, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When she returned to the mansion, she seemed to hear Meng Yi having a child. An Qian was greatly affirmed and no longer had any sense of existence like before. She was guarding the door of the mansion like an ordinary wife, constantly visiting Meng Yi's figure.

Until he saw him entering the mansion, he hurriedly met him: "Yuerong..."

Meng Yi raised his head drunk, looked at her, and asked back, "Yuerong?"

An Qian didn't understand why, smelled the smell of wine on his body, and looked at Mo Ting who was supporting him: "The second prince has drunk?"

Mo Ting nodded.

Meng Yi pulled An Qian rudely over him and asked again: "Yuerong? Have you called one less word?"

An Qian's face was puzzled: "Yuerong-"

Meng Yi quickly raised his hand and blocked her mouth, then leaned over to her ear and said softly: "You have to call me Jiao Yuerong in the future, yes, it's Jiao Yuerong!"

An Qian is puzzled.

Mo Ting quickly explained: "This is the name that the second prince is easy to walk around the world and is to the outside world."

An Qian was slightly stunned and couldn't speak at once.

Meng Yi held her in his arms, waved her hand at Mo Ting, and signaled him to leave.

Mo Ting retreated.

Meng Yi stretched out a hand and raised the chin of the person in his arms affectionately, full of drunkenness: "Qian'er, I haven't seen you well for a long time, you are becoming more and more moving!"

When An Qian heard this, her heart beat continuously: "Moon, moon face..."

"Hey, didn't you call you Jiao Yuerong?" Meng Yi said femininely, "Come on, call me!"

An Qian didn't want him to be disappointed, so she opened her mouth and said softly: "Bright Moon looks..."

She posted three words, and the next second, Meng Yi's face was pressed against the corner of her mouth.

An Qian was caught off guard and subconsciously held her breath. She blinked quickly and was at a loss.

Meng Yi made her whole body boil.

Meng Yi loosened his mouth and whispered from the gap: "Don't stop, then call my name, call me..." Meng Yi's words were filled with unreasonable desire and even more domineering orders.

An Qian had to follow his wishes. She raised her hand and wrapped her neck straight up, her voice becoming softer: "Bright Moonline..."

Perhaps stimulated by her call, Meng Yi's offensive became stronger and stronger, even making An Qian unable to breathe.

Meng Yi was confused with his eyes and simply hugged her in the waist.

Meng Yi hugged her and walked quickly to his bedroom.

The maid was standing at the door. Seeing them coming in full force, they bowed their heads and greeted them: "Second Prince!"

"Everything comes back!" Meng Yi ignored it and shouted loudly.

A gust of clouds and rain, and the drunkenness became stronger, Meng Yi almost lost his mind. He kept calling out the name of his extremely longing: "Yeyang, Yeyang..."

At that moment, An Qian felt cold in an instant. She realized that she was just a humble substitute.

She clenched her bedding and shed tears silently.

...

...

Outside the big tent.

Zhong Ling kept thinking about what Bai Qingying described to him, the process that happened to the Xiyingzhou.

After a moment, he looked confused and seemed to be a little suspicious.

Zhong Ling looked at the listless Bai Qingying over there and asked, "Brother, you said Ye Yang, before you die, tell you, let me tell Mo Shaozhi: My brother-in-law has helped them!"
Chapter completed!