Let's not talk about rearing just one newborn baby until she was fourteen years of age—it would be no burden at all even if they had to feed ten of them!
Ji He would have never imagined that Ji Fengyan had such an item in her possession!
"These things, where did you get them from? It's probably an outsider trying to stir up trouble—it's not to be trusted." Ji He forced down the rising terror in his heart, putting on a calm facade.
Ji Fengyan raised her eyebrows at Ji He, who was pretending so hard to maintain his composure. Unhurriedly, she walked toward a nearby chair and languidly sat down, crossing her legs. Propping up her jaw with one hand, she said, "Second Uncle, these records came from the military. Every line penned down by the imperial censor accompanying the army. Didn't you know that His Majesty assigns an attending censor to every Terminator? If you don't believe me, you can look at the seal at the back of the ledger."
