Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy-Six
But Yang Xiaochuan adamantly refused to agree, and the situation became deadlocked for a time.
"Xiaxia, what do you think we should do about this?"
Nobody had expected Land Officer Yang to actually turn to Yang Chuxia for her opinion.
Thus, for a moment, six eyes were all fixed on Yang Chuxia.
Ms. Luo was filled with hope and plea, wishing Yang Chuxia would side with her.
Yang Xiaochuan's look was one of entreaty. He desperately wanted a son, and since Ms. Luo couldn't bear him one, if he wasn't even allowed to marry Ms. Hong or take a concubine, wouldn't he be doomed to end his family line?
As for Ms. Hong, she'd rather be a concubine than a maidservant. After all, a maidservant was there to serve people, while as a concubine, one still had hope – hope that, eventually, birthing a son might even surpass the principal wife wasn't out of the question.
