Watching the newly promoted Empress and the Princess hurrying away, Qing Yu calmly said, "Come out."
Not far behind the artificial hill, Feng Jiwu, already donned in imperial robes, slowly walked out and flew toward him.
"I never expected that she would bear my child." The ruthless and heartless Feng Jiwu now seemed somewhat confused and unsure.
After all, this marriage, if one could speak of affection, was, really, quite superficial. Between Feng Jiwu and Si Qingwei, it was nothing more than a connection of interests.
"Having an heir is also a good thing, it will make your throne even more secure," Qing Yu said.
"But that is not enough," Feng Jiwu slowly shook his head, the confusion gone from his eyes, only the ruthlessness remained, "There are always some who are ignorant of death, wanting to go against the current. I didn't expect that they would even approach the Emperor's sister."
