"Marry a concubine first, to extend the progeny!"
These eight words struck Huo Jinli's heart like a thousand arrows, painfully piercing her nerves. It was as if someone had stepped on a cat's tail—her whole being nearly bristled with anger, and her fierce gaze did not falter before Zhou Dao; instead, it shot directly toward Qin Baichu.
Right in front of her face, they wanted to find another woman for her husband and even have children with her.
Not to mention that Huo Jinli was a person, even a cat wouldn't tolerate this.
"The Princess is thoughtful, but our Dao is young and in his prime. We are not in a hurry to expand the palace," Huo Jinli, coming from a great family, couldn't possibly rant like a shrew on the street and quickly calmed herself, speaking indifferently.
