Yang Mogui stopped speaking at this point, finally coming to a halt.
She had felt that Lu's mother's words had been in agreement with her all along, confirming the consensus between the two sets of parents. Her demands were not high; if Lu Weixi would simply nod in agreement to having a child, the problem would be easily solved. She would not restrict Lu Weixi from working, nor would she force her to do anything—just to have a child, what's there to fear?
Besides, she had no preference over Lu Weixi having a boy or a girl. They had been married for so many years, and Qin Zhiyou was nearing thirty. The ancients said that one should establish himself at thirty. Wasn't this age sufficient?
