Temu Cihua was too romantic when she was young, and she was wasted by playing and singing every night, so she was no longer able to create humans.

If you want your own bloodline, you can only place your hope on Wanyan Ruohua.

This is Temujin's seed, his grandson, and the hope of counterattacking the Xia Kingdom in the future.

As long as Temujihua lives for twenty more years, he will be confident in forging a second Temujin.

Moreover, this was not only Temujin's posthumous son, but also the nominal son of Lord Yongshun, so Temujin treated him wholeheartedly.

Tiemu Cihua personally accompanied Wanyan Ruohua to her prenatal check-ups almost every month.

When the doctor said that the fetus was healthy and that she would give birth in two months, Tiemu Cihua was even more happy.

Wanyan Ruohua said softly: "Mr. Tiemu, the fetus kicked me again. Do you want to listen to his heart?"

The woman intentionally or unintentionally wanted Tiemu Cihua to be more intimate with her.

"Really? He moved again? So naughty."

"Let me listen!"

Just when Tiemu Cihua leaned over to listen to her grandson's fetal heartbeat, a bald young man rushed over with a roar.

He was sweating profusely and looked nervous and said to Temu Cihua: "Father, something bad is going to happen..."

Temu Cihua frowned slightly and interrupted the other party:

"Why are you so flustered? How many times have I told you to stay calm even if the sky is falling?"

He hates it when his subordinates bring him bad emotions.

The bald young man wiped his sweat and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's what my adoptive father taught me."

Tiemu Cihua pressed her head against Wanyan Ruohua's belly and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

"The deep-sea prison was bombed!"

The bald young man's mouth went dry: "No one will survive!"

"boom!"

Temu Cihua's head shook and he knelt straight on the ground with a thud.
Chapter completed!